What I Read This August

Mountain Solo by Jeanette Ingold
The Girl’s Guide to Witchcraft by Mindy Klasky
Thin Air by Rachel Caine
A Thousand Days in Venice by Marlena de Blasi
Charlie Bone and the Wilderness Wolf by Jenny Nimmo
The Ms. Hempel Chronicles by Sarah Shun-Lien Bynum
Audrey Hepburn by Barry Paris
What Would Audrey Do? by Pamela Keogh
Rostropovich by Elizabeth Wilson
Just Play Naturally by Vivien Mackie and Joe Armstrong
The Mirador by Sarah Monette
Boccherini’s Body by Elisabeth Le Guin
Hell and Earth by Elizabeth Bear
The Girl of his Dreams by Donna Leon
Plain Truth by Jodi Picoult
The Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs

Not much to say this month, really. Sarah Monette’s series keeps getting better and better. Hell and Earth was an awesome conclusion to The Stratford Man duology. I couldn’t read very far into Boccherini’s Body, although I desperately wanted to. My full review of Ms. Hempel Chronicles is here. Plain Truth was my first Jodi Picoult novel, and I will read more.

That’s about it.

4 thoughts on “What I Read This August

  1. Scott

    Argh, you were over on the weekend and I could have given you guys Victory of Eagles to read. Maybe one of us will remember next time we see each other.

  2. Owldaughter Post author

    I didn’t even think of that! In everyone’s defence, we were thinking about things like how many burgers to eat and if we could squeeze in another dip in the pool. Ceri’s trying to entice us over again this coming weekend; if that happens maybe one of us will remember. :)

  3. Ceri

    Have you taken a look at The Magicians and Mrs. Quent? It’s being billed as Jane Austen with Magic, and it looked pretty interesting. Not sure if I want to shell out for a hardcover, though…

  4. Owldaughter Post author

    I read that last month; it’s not Jane Austen with magic at all. That description led me to believe it was like Caroline Stevermer’s College of Magics and Scholar of Magics, or Sorcery and Cecelia/Enchanted Chocolate Pot. It’s really, really not. It wasn’t bad, but not brilliant either. Certainly not what the billing claims it to be at all. You can borrow it if you like.

    If I had to compare it to something I’d say it was more Jane Eyre-ish, really. But only for thematic elements. Did you know it was actually written by Mark Anthony under a pseudonym?


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