So, first, there is the matter of 2012. That which came before. My spreadsheet lists 240 books, my GoodReads shelf 247 (it's an imperfect, yet perfectly bookish world) and I've updated the pages of Books Discussed and added a list of favourite titles. My reading year ended in a burst
We want that "paradoxical search for familiarity combined with strangeness; want more of the same – but with a difference," says Victor Watson in Reading Series Fiction. Watson's book considers series written for children, but it still applies, doesn't it? There's nothing like reading a series. Robert Kirkman's The Walking
Catherine Asaro's works are often recommended when this question is raised amongst readers. (Amidst all the debate and kurfufflery, ruffled readers' feathers and bleeding hearts.) When a Harvard PhD writes a series of books commonly reviewed (and awarded gold medals) in Romantic Times, that's what you get. And
B.I.P.'s Snips are short-hand responses to works; I usually opt for this format when I've read the book without taking many (or any) notes. Kate Wilhelm’s Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang (1976) Read: Mostly over breakfast, home-baked muffins or bakery-bought rugelach with coffee, perched on a stool in the kitchen, mostly
The weeks for Carl's un-Challenge are slipping past. We're almost a third of the way into the event now, and of course it's mostly about the books, but there are quests for Short Stories and for the Screen as well. Screen: Okay, I admit it. Whenever a book appears in
