I have actually been reading....just not posting about it.

Sorry, its been a long, strange winter of my discontent... So I thought I'd share a few things that I've been reading, and my thoughts about them...

Right now, I'm reading The Lost Gate, by Orson Scott Card, which is decent. Its a light, escapist read, without much depth to it, but its well-written enough that I don't feel the urge to hurl it across the room, screaming loudly, which is what happens usually when I try to find something escapist.

I'm also reading Jim Butcher's Changes. This is an example of an author where I love one series and detest the other. I love poor Harry Dresden. I love the snippets of modern culture, the one-liners, the build-ups to jokes... but I cannot STAND his Alera series.

I just read the letters of the Mitford sisters to one another. What a fascinating bunch. They were all highly intelligent, strong women. One fell under the shadow of Hitler, another migrated to America, one was a writer, (actually many of them wrote, but one is well-known for writing), they suffered incredible losses, squabbles, etc... and yet you see the family ties in the letters.

Looking back over what I've read, its quite an assortment:
the Blind Contessa's New Machine
The Seasons of Second Chances

I seem to have also read a lot of affirming books and cookbooks...hmmmm

And there were a lot that I picked up and just couldn't finish. They just rubbed me the wrong way... and really, a tremendous amount were like that. Sheesh. It seems to be harder and harder to find a good book....

All About Her? Two biographies of modern women

Recently I read two interesting biographies, Perfectly Imperfect by Lee Woodward, and Dead End Gene Pool by Wendy Burden. Both reflected very different women, but both were fascinating and resonated in different ways with me.

Lee Woodward is the wife of Bob Woodward, and writes incredibly well. Its a mix of humor and seriousness, about raising kids, finding out her daughter is deaf (guess which part was hard for me, personally, to read?), and about the agony of how her life was changed when her husband was injured. She writes about some things that are almost tradition, that you wouldn't even think about until later, like a jewelry box, and how it can show not only who you were at different stages in your life, but how you can pass that on to your children, and how it can create a link, even when its not there. She writes about some of the myths and truths of modern women, and it was just very good, and very uplifting. A portrait of a warm, close-knit family.

Burden's memoir reflects a very different childhood and life, that had some strange echoes of my own, in some ways. While I enjoyed it, I felt she took some cheap shots and was very superficial about the memoir. There were fart jokes in there (which I felt were unnecessary), and I found it very depressing. There is having a sense of humor, and then there is bitterness, and this oozes a caustic bitterness, anger, and loss.

Another Burning, and Second Chances..

The Heretic's Wife, by Brenda Rickman Vantrease, is a fabulous historical novel. She switches between various viewpoints to tell the story, but it is primarily the story of Kate Gough. It is seamless, and very well written, but unfortunately there is, as in so many historical novels, flames. (I have to confess, I'm not through the book, but I can tell foreshadowing when I read it, plus I skipped around when the foreshadowing started smacking me in the face). I loved her previous novel, the Illuminator, which is why I picked this one up... It has a little bit of sex in it, but not graphic, for those to whom it matters (tasteful sex! What a concept!), but the character building is fabulous...

The Season of Second Chances, by Diane Meier. This was an amazing book. For once, it was one where romance did not solve everything, and the heroine was not married off happily by the end of the book. We need more books like this, with a middle-aged heroine discovering herself and putting down roots. I very much saw myself in this, in many ways (I'm a little bit younger, so am still dealing with the biological clock tick-tocking), and it was so refreshing to read something where the heroine discovers herself, make mistakes, and is NOT redeemed by an 11th hour romance. Where she screws up, as so many of us do. (Sorry, this one just resonated particularly poignantly with me because of some personal issues). And yet it ends with the possibility, the hint, of a second chance. The book is just a fabulous summer read.

I wanted to like you.... Part 2 (or 3, or whichever)

Spellwright, by Blake Charlton. It has elements which I usually love in fantasy books, puns, wordplay, magic, but the magic just didn't coalesce for me. It felt labored, trying to read this, as if there had been too much thought put into the book, and perhaps not enough editing. Its a wonderful idea, the premise of the book, that magic is made up of spoken words, and there is one wizard who can't spell...

I think the main problem for me was that the world did not seem fleshed-out enough. Even though it has a lovely map as a frontspiece for the book, one that is not loosely based on Earth's geography, the world could stand with a little more framing, it felt too abrupt.

Its interesting that it seems to have gotten high praise from a number of well-respected fantasy authors, but for me, it was too difficult to plug past the initial hindrance of the first couple of chapters. I did not feel gripped or absorbed by the book. And I wanted to like this story.

Love is in the air...

and so is Wedding Season, by Katie Fforde. This is just a light summer romance. Nothing deep, but very charming, and somewhat predictable. You do know when the appropriate partners are introduced that they will all end up together by the end of the book, but at the same time, Fforde does this in a light-hearted way, with charm, allowing some growth in her characters from the beginning of the book to the end.

A book not to read if you've been in a car crash

The Best of Times: A Novel, by Penny Vincenzi. This was a truly well-written book. It is about an accident and how it affects the people involved. It spans the events leading up to, as well as after, the crash. Vincenzi does a wonderful job tying the threads of different lives together, and creating a vibrant tapestry of a whole. Even following different storylines, of different characters, she does a fantastic job, and does not rely on graphic descriptions of sex or injuries to make her point. She builds tension very well (hence the title of this post), in a very simple manner. You do know who is where at what point without it being spelled out simplistically for you. In other words, its a complex book that appears simple, without hitting you over the head with its complexity. A great summer read.

The Adamantine Palace

Who doesn't like dragons? I love dragons in literature. (Also mermaids, selkies, elves, fairies) I love magic in literature, particularly when it is done WELL. And I love dragons when they are done well... Stephen Deas has done a fabulous job with The Adamantine Palace in creating a new world where dragons exist. Its a completely different world than Pern, which is what most people think of when they think of dragon stories... Its darker, where humans have enslaved the dragons. Its a story of politics, of slavery, of power. And of dragons. Burning fire. (note, there are a couple places in the book that can cause some queasiness, where its a little graphic in describing injuries, although I've read significantly gorier stuff).

But this, on the whole, is a superbly well-crafted novel which hangs together very well, making you anxious to see what eventually happens.....