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Monthly Wrap-up: February 2015 Reads

February kind of flew by, didn’t it? It turned out to be a great reading month for me, though – I managed to finish 13 books! It breaks down to three audiobooks, two graphic novels, and eight print books. No ebooks! Which is a little surprising, although I did finish Stephen King’s IT in ebook format (because it was too suspenseful to finish in audio).

Here are my February 2015 reads, in the order I read them – and oh, can I just say here, I love love love my reading spreadsheets – never before have I had access to such information about my reading! Before I started keeping track this year, I would have been hard-pressed to tell you what I’d just finished reading the previous week, much less the format and the order of reading!


What Did You Eat Yesterday? by Fumi Yoshinaga (manga/graphic novel). This is definitely one for those who like graphic novels about food. It’s the story of Shiro and Kenji, a gay couple living in Tokyo and the food they eat. Lots of cooking on these pages, plus a recipe after each story. Do not read on an empty stomach, or you’ll find yourself raiding the fridge.

Blood Harvest by S.J. Bolton (Sharon Bolton) (print copy). This is the third book written by Bolton, but the first one of hers that I’ve read (although I think I may have previously read the first in her Lacey Flint series a while back). This was a suspenseful mystery, with a nice twist at the end. My favourite character was Harry, the vicar. I didn’t like the way the book ended, in the epilogue, but I really enjoyed the book as a whole.

Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour by Morgan Matson (print copy). The story of a truly epic detour that Amy, whose dad has recently died, takes with Roger, the son of an old friend of her mom’s, when they drive cross country to the new life her mother’s making for herself in Connecticut. This is not the type of book that normally finds its way into my TBR, and I don’t know what prompted me to put it there in the first place, but I’m very glad that I did. The depiction of Amy’s grief felt so very true to me.

“Good-byes didn’t seem as important to me as they once had – I’d found that when you’re never going to see someone again, it’s not the good-bye that matters. What matters is that you’re never going to be able to say anything else to them. And you’re left with an eternal unfinished conversation. (p. 118)

IT by Stephen King (audiobook) (I talk about it here). I started this one in January, but it got so intense near the end, I had to wait until I could get an ebook copy from my library to finish it.  I really liked the way King went from the present to the past so effortlessly, without giving the reader any jolts. An enjoyable read, although I still say – what was up with that scene with Bev and the boys? It was SO unnecessary.


Saga Vol 4 by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples (graphic novel). I really enjoyed this one, although I’m a little embarrassed to admit, I was talking with Tasha earlier today about the Saga series and totally forgot I’d read volume 4 already. (I told her I really had to get to it – haha!). I think mostly I had it confused with volume 5, which hasn’t been released yet. That’s my story, anyway, and yes, I’m sticking with it. My bad book memory should in no way reflect on the awesomeness of this series.

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell (audiobook). I will probably be in the minority here, but I enjoyed Fangirl mostly for the Simon and Baz segments (and I’m thrilled that Rowell is going to be releasing a book about Simon and Baz!). And it was lovely seeing Cath finally figure out how to be her own person who can stand apart from her twin Wren. The characters are also nicely developed – not just Cath and Wren, but Reagan, Cath’s roommate and Levi, Cath’s boyfriend. Where the story dragged a little for me was Cath and Levi’s relationship, once they were clearly together. But overall, I enjoyed this one.

The Strange Library by Haruki Murakami (print book). This was another good read – my first Murakami that wasn’t a short story, although I can’t call it my first full-length Murakami either, as it’s more of a novella. The illustrations really added to the very strange and quirky story. It was a fun read, and at the end, there are quite a few ways you can take the final paragraph. It does take some getting used to, this not being able to say with any certainty exactly what’s meant by that last paragraph. But that’s also part of the appeal, I think.

Sacrifice by S.J. Bolton (Sharon Bolton) (print book). I enjoyed Blood Harvest so much, I decided to check out Bolton’s debut novel. It definitely didn’t disappoint, coming as it does with twists galore. You do have to read it fully willing to suspend your disbelief, as the plot does get quite wild there at the end. It’s a page-turner, so don’t be surprised if you find yourself staying up late into the night to finish this one.


Trigger Warning by Neil Gaiman (print copy). Trigger Warning is a collection of Gaiman’s short stories and poems. Very very lovely read, especially if you’re a Gaiman fan. I wrote more about it here so I won’t repeat myself now.

Syllabus: Notes from an Accidental Professor by Lynda Barry (print copy). Yes, I finally did finish this one! And it took me a while not because it wasn’t good – it was very very good – but because I’d put it down on my desk and it got buried under a pile of papers. (I find it impossible to keep my desk tidy.) Since it’s nonfiction, I didn’t miss it the way I would a story I was in the middle of. But I’m glad I remembered to dig it out and finish it, because it was very very good (oh, did I say that already?). If you’re interested in creativity, imagination or drawing comics, this is a fun one to read.

Victims by Jonathan Kellerman (audiobook). Kellerman’s Alex Delaware series is basically a comfort series for me. For the longest while now, I only ever read these in audio, and I obviously don’t retain much of what I hear, as another blogger recently reviewed this book and I was all like “hey, you mean there’s an Alex Delaware novel I haven’t read?” because the plot did not sound familiar at all to me. So I borrowed this from the library, and started listening to it. And while I was listening to it, bits and pieces felt very familiar. It wasn’t until I was about halfway through that I realized I’d already read this one before. But despite this, I still couldn’t remember how it ended, so I just kept on going with it.

Five Children on the Western Front by Kate Saunders (print copy). If E. Nesbit’s Five Children and It formed any part of your childhood reading, then you really must pick up this wonderful book by Kate Saunders. Saunders has taken the story of the five children (now six) and the Psammead ten years into the future, when England is at war with Germany. It is a lovely read, and it made me cry. I knew it would.


Awakening by S.J. Bolton (Sharon Bolton) (print copy). As you can see, I was somewhat enamoured of Ms. Bolton last month. Awakening is her second book, and another enjoyable read. It wasn’t quite as twist-worthy as Sacrifice and Blood Harvest but it was still a good read. I do enjoy the characters Bolton creates – in this case, particularly Clara, with that giant chip on her shoulder (and understandably so). And the larger than life Sean North! He was fun to read about.

So those are the books I read in February. Hopefully I will do as well in March! How did your reading go in February?

[TSS] Bookish Bliss: The pleasures of late-night reading

I know. It wasn’t that long ago I posted about my quest to become a morning person. And I’m still on that quest. Just getting a little sidetracked, that’s all.

This past month, I’ve been really self-indulgent when it comes to my reading, giving myself permission to read late into the night. It’s been a while since I’ve done that, and I’m here now to say, yes, it is indeed a bookish bliss, one of the very guilty but oh so gratifying pleasures of reading.

I read 13 books in February, and much of that has been due to late-night reading. Around here, it’s the best time to read: everyone else is fast asleep, there are no interruptions, and even Twitter and Facebook are relatively quiet. And very few emails come in during those early morning hours, too.

I know early morning hours can be like that too, but to be honest, in the mornings, when it’s bright and sunny as Toronto winter mornings can be sometimes, I feel like I should be doing something productive, rather than reading.

So, I’ve been settling into a routine of opening up my current book at around midnight, glass of wine in one hand, snack-that-goes-with-wine in the other, and enjoying a rather bookishly blissful two to three hours of solid reading time.

I can’t keep doing this, I know. For one thing, I haven’t been waking up any later, so I’m starting to feel a little sleep deprived.

The other thing is, I’ve started reading Stephen King’s Pet Sematary for the #gangstercats readalong, and something tells me it’s probably a book I don’t want to be reading in the dead hours of the night, all by my lonesome on the couch with everyone else fast asleep.

On the other hand, I’m planning on balancing the horror with some lighter reading, like Helene Hanff’s The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street, which is included in 84 Charing Cross, a middle grade fantasy I’m reading for a book tour called The Camelot Kids and Neil Gaiman’s and Terry Pratchett’s Good Omens.

So maybe I can be self-indulgent for a little longer, as long as I remember to read Pet Sematary when it’s nice and bright out, and when the witching hour strikes, reach for a non-witchy type book!

Do you enjoy reading late into the night?

The Pet Sematary readalong starts tomorrow!

pet sematary readalong

Mind you, I thought it started today.  All week now, I’d been thinking Saturday was March 1. And as you all probably know, Saturday is not March 1. Sunday is.

This post was actually supposed to be titled, “The Pet Sematary readalong starts today!” Which would have been kind of embarrassing, but luckily I’m not organized or efficient enough to write and schedule my posts ahead of time.

On the bright side, I’ve now got a one day jump on things. This is a good thing, as I have a tendency to “fall behind in terms of stuff in general”, and I understand this is to be a totally stress-free readalong so now I won’t get stressed. Right?

There’s still lots of time for you to join us! The readalong runs from March 1 to April 15, which gives you six whole weeks to join in on the fun. Hop on over to Jill’s post to read all the details. It’s pretty informal – all you’ve got to do is say, “I’m in!” in the comments on her blog, or on Twitter or Instagram using the hashtag #gangstercats, and then readalong with us.

Why #gangstercats? Because gangster cats are funny, not scary. The same probably cannot be said of Pet Sematary.

Just how scary is it? I suspect the answer might be “very very scary”. In the intro, Stephen King writes,

“When I’m asked (as I frequently am) what I consider to be the most frightening book I’ve ever written, the answer I give comes easily and with no hesitation: Pet Sematary. It may not be the one that scares readers the most – based on the mail, I’d guess the one that does that is probably The Shining – but the fearbone, like the funnybone, is located in different places on different people. All I know is that Pet Sematary is the one I put away in a drawer, thinking I had finally gone too far. Time suggests that I had not, at least in terms of what the public would accept, but certainly I had gone too far in terms of my own personal feelings. Put simply, I was horrified by what I had written, and the conclusions I’d drawn.”

Seriously, doesn’t that make you want to just dive into the book right away?

Neil Gaiman stealth signs Trigger Warning copies

trigger warning by neil gaiman

Yesterday I was going through Facebook and I saw Neil Gaiman’s status update:


Stealth-signing! I loved the thought of Gaiman taking the time while he was waiting for a flight at an airport to stealthily sign his latest book at the airport bookstores. And also the wonderful surprise not-in-the-know purchasers of Trigger Warning must have felt when they opened the book.

(I’m using past tense because, from the comments on the update, it appears the books sold out pretty quickly.)

I wonder how many people drove to the airport just to buy a copy of the book? I can just imagine it now:

“Got to run. I want to buy a copy of Neil Gaiman’s Trigger Warning.” Looks at time on phone. “If I leave now, I should get there in an hour and a half.” Opens wallet. “Crap. Not enough money to pay for parking. Guess I’ll just use my credit card.”

“What are you going on about? The bookstore’s ten minutes away. Parking is free.”

“Who said anything about going to the bookstore? I’m going to the airport.”

And it also got me thinking, what if he’d been caught by some bookstore employee who didn’t like to read fiction and had no clue who he was?

“Sir, I’m afraid you’ll have to buy that book now that you’ve vandalized it.”

I wish I’d been in the area! To get a signed copy of the book yes, but especially when he was stealthily signing them. I might have recognized him – that would have been fun!

Were you lucky enough to get one of these stealth signed copies of Trigger Warning, or know someone who did?

Reading 365 short stories

Last month was so hectic, ALL of my 365 projects ambitions fell off track. I am now beginning the process of slowly picking each one up, dusting them off and seeing what adjustments I can make to the project so it will work for me (instead of constantly filling me with guilt and more guilt – I’m not good with this whole guilt thing.)

First up is the Short Story a Day project. In the month that I did it, I realized two things:

  1. It’s not that easy to read a short story a day. I like to pick my short stories randomly, from my short story box, so I never know what I’m going to get. Some days it’s a story that’s short in length, other days the story is closer to a novella. So I never know how much time I’ll need, which kind of adds to the stress when it’s midnight and I’m thinking, “Shoot! Forgot about today’s short story!”
  2. Short stories are addictive. When I do happen to have a nice chunk of time and I sit down to read one, I often want to read another. But words can have strange control over me. Knowing I was doing a “short story a day” project, I felt reluctant to dive into another one. Because, you know, that would be two, or even three short stories a day. (As you can see, I am easily controllable).

Photo 2014-12-17, 4 10 31 PMThe Short Story Box, for Totally Randomized Reading Fun

As I pondered the situation, and the mess this 365 day project had become, the solution came to me. Rename the project! So now, it’s my 365 Short Stories in 2015 project!

I love how easy and painless that was. And since I just recently finished Neil Gaiman’s Trigger Warning, it turns out I am right back on track now! I have now read 58 short stories so far this year.

Now I can peel away some of my 365 day project guilt. Two more to go …

Reading: 84 Charing Cross Road, by Helene Hanff

84 charing cross road

I am reading 84 Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff right now, and it’s absolutely delightful.

Delightful is a word I love to use to describe a book, but it’s also not one I get to use that often. The books I usually read tend to toward descriptors like intense or epic (as in fantasy, not awesome, although lots of them are awesome too) or edgy or suspenseful or terrifying (in a good way). (There are better descriptors I’ve used before, but my brain is kind of fogged up right now and won’t cough up any of them.)

But this book is, most definitely, delightful. It makes me want to surround myself with old books, preferably ones purchased in an antiquarian bookstore.

84 Charing Cross Road

I wish you hadn’t been so over courteous about putting the inscription on a card instead of on the flyleaf. It’s the bookseller coming out in you all, you were afraid you’d decrease its value. You would have increased it for the present owner. (And possibly for the future owner. I love inscriptions on flyleaves and notes in margins. I like the comradely sense of turning pages someone else turned, and reading passages some one long gone has called my attention to.)

I thought this excerpt was rather appropriate given my recent interest in marginalia.

84 Charing Cross Road quote 2

And they NEVER read anything a second time so they don’t remember a word of it a year later. But they are profoundly shocked to see me drop a book in the wastebasket or give it away. The way they look at it, you buy a book, you read it, you put it on the shelf, you never open it again for the rest of your life but YOU DON’T THROW IT OUT! NOT IF IT HAS A HARD COVER ON IT! Why not? I personally can’t think of anything less sancrosanct than a bad book or even a mediocre book.

Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to drop a book into a wastebasket, but I do give books away, all the time. Hardcover or not!

It turns out this volume I have contained not just 84 Charing Cross Road, but also The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street. I’m looking forward to this second book too.

[TSS] Bookish Bliss: A new book by a favourite author (Neil Gaiman’s Trigger Warning)

There’s nothing like the excitement of a new book by a favourite author. No matter what the book is about, you can be pretty sure you’ll be in for a good time.

My list of favourite authors is a mutable, ever-changing beast of a list. But there are some authors who will likely be on it permanently. Neil Gaiman is one. Stephen King is another. J.K. Rowling – and wouldn’t it be something if she wrote another children’s fantasy series? Newer additions to the favourites list include Tana French, Laini Taylor and Justin Cronin. Other writers on the list (P.L. Travers, Elizabeth Peters, L.M. Montgomery, Madeleine L’Engle, Roald Dahl, Reginald Hill) are, unfortunately, no longer here with us.

Over the past few days, I’ve been indulging in the bookish bliss of reading a new book by a favourite author: I just finished Neil Gaiman’s latest, the short story collection Trigger Warning, and it definitely didn’t disappoint.

trigger warning by neil gaiman

In any short story collection, there’s usually some unevenness. Some stories will be better than others – yes, even when they’re all written by your favourite author!

I enjoyed all of the stories and poems in Trigger Warning, but of course I had some clear favourites:

“The Thing About Cassandra” about a boy’s imaginary girlfriend.

“The Truth Is a Cave in the Black Mountains”, which is a reread for me. It’s appeared in a previous anthology, Stories, but while I do have that anthology, I don’t think that’s where I read it initially. It might actually have been somewhere online …

“Orange” – I loved the questionnaire format and how Gaiman was able to tell the story so well using that format.

“The Case of Death and Honey” – a Sherlock Holmes story, and another reread, as it had originally appeared in A Study in Sherlock.

“Nothing O’Clock”, a Doctor Who short story. Need I say more?

“The Sleeper and the Spindle”, because I love how Gaiman portrayed the queen.

And finally, “The Black Dog”, because it’s a Shadow short story. In the introduction Gaiman says:

There is one last [Shadow] story to be told, about what happens to Shadow when he reaches London. And then, if he survives that, it will be time to send him back to America. So much has changed, after all, since he went away.

I can hardly wait until he tells that last short story! Hopefully it will mean that’s when Gaiman intends to start writing the sequel to American Gods!

Have you indulged in a new book by a favourite author lately?

Reading outside my comfort zone

I hadn’t really thought about reading outside of my comfort zone this year, but there have, over the years, been a number of books I’ve thought about reading but haven’t, because, if I’m honest with myself, I’m a little scared of them.  And I’m not even sure what I mean by scared. 

I’m talking about books that look interesting but feel like they might be … tough reads.

A little while ago I came across this Stephen King quote: “I sometimes think that people don’t challenge themselves very hard to read stuff that’s a little bit more textured or nuanced.” And I thought to myself, Oh, wait! That’s me.

And then I thought, what’s wrong with a more challenging book, one that’s more textured, more nuanced? Nothing. I just don’t read them.

So I thought maybe I would, this year.

First author I’m tackling? Haruki Murakami. Mainly because when Ti writes about any of his works, I immediately think to myself, ooh, I’ve got to read that book. She makes him sound so good: strange and quirky, and the thing is, I like strange and quirky.

As Ti puts it, she’s a Murakami groupie, and she’s very good at it. Very good indeed. A couple of years ago she had a readalong of Murakami’s Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and I’ve always kicked myself for not joining in back then. I really wanted to, but something held me back.

I have one of Murakami’s short story collections, and have read a few of the stories in it, but I’ve never taken on an entire novel of his before. Thankfully, Ti has promised she will be there for me if I get stuck in any of Murakami’s books. She recommended I start with After Dark and while I was on my library’s website, I decided to put a hold on The Strange Library as well, since that’s his newest book (although I think it might be a better idea to buy my copies of Murakami, so I can mark them up and indulge in all the marginalia I want).

The Strange Library arrived first – I picked it up from the library on Friday. My husband and I are trying this thing where we’re going to start doing some of the things that the other is interested in. So that means I’ll be going to more concerts and music things, and he’s going to read more. We were sitting at my desk, trying to pick a book, and he saw The Strange Library and decided he’d like to give it a try, too.

strange library

So he read it this morning. Which meant, of course, that I had to read it sooner rather than later. So I did. (It helped that The Strange Library is really a novella. Plus it has illustrations.)

And I liked it! It was strange and quirky and best of all, highly readable. I even wrote down a quote from it that I liked (since I couldn’t mark it up, it being a library copy and all). I put it on an index card because I’m trying this index card note-taking system I found online. So it’s my first card.

“At the same time, my anxiety had turned into an anxiety quite lacking in anxiousness. And any anxiety that is not especially anxious is, in the end, an anxiety hardly worth mentioning.”

I really love that line.

The ending, though – there were so many different ways to read that ending. It made me think. I reread it several times. There it was, in its small font (while the rest of the story was done in a much larger font) and so even the choice of font size could have so many meanings. And ultimately, there’s a lot of fun in letting your mind bring up all these possible connections. Even though there’s no way you can really know whether any of those connections are “the” one.

As for my husband? He’s not much of a fiction reader, so this might not have been the best choice for him to start our “book club of two”. He thought it was okay. He says if he’d read it in university, he might have gotten excited about it, because he’d be trying to find all these themes in it. And he thought there were cultural aspects to it that were thought-provoking. But mostly he thought it was just okay. He’s not too keen on reading another Murakami, though.

He’s reading Trigger Warning now. Which is definitely not a book that’s out of MY comfort zone. I’m looking forward to seeing what he thinks of Neil Gaiman’s short story writing.

And I’m looking forward to reading After Dark. More Murakami!

Do you try to read out of your comfort zone?

[TSS] Bookish Bliss: Marginalia

The title of this post is a little misleading. I don’t actually know that marginalia is “bookish bliss”, because I have yet to indulge myself. It’s just that I really want to find out what it’s like, so I’m writing this post as a way of giving myself permission.

To, you know … write in books.

Kirchhofer_Wahrheit_und_Dichtung_016Kirchhofer Wahrheit und Dichtung 016” by Melchior Kirchhofer – scan from original book. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.

I’ve never written in books. Not even when I was an English major in university and writing in the books I had to read for my classes probably would have been helpful when it came time to write those essays. And not even when I was in law school, when we had volumes and volumes of material to wade through.

I took notes, instead, on looseleaf paper. Lots and lots of notes, lots and lots of pages of looseleaf. I still have most of the books from my English courses (not the law school books, though – those are long gone). And none of the notes. When I look at those books on my shelves, I can’t help but think how much more interesting they’d be if I had written my notes in their margins.

What’s the allure of marginalia? In this New Yorker piece, Lauren Collins notes “Marginalia are the original comments section.” There’s definitely something to that.

Marginlia permits us to participate more fully in the reading of a book. Reading is often seen as a passive experience, but it doesn’t have to be. Over at Salon, Laura Miller writes,

“Marginalia is a blow struck against the idea that reading is a one-way process, that readers simply open their minds and the great, unmediated thoughts of the author pour in. In reality, reading is always a collaboration between reader and author, and even the basic act of underlining a passage represents a moment in the individual, unrepeatable experience that one person had with one book on one particular day.”

In a piece in The Millions which showcased the marginalia he made in the books he read in 2010, critic Sam Anderson has this to say about marginalia:

The writing I enjoy doing most, every year, is marginalia: spontaneous bursts of pure, private response to whatever book happens to be in front of me. It’s the most intimate, complete, and honest form of criticism possible — not the big wide-angle aerial shot you get from an official review essay, but a moment-by-moment record of what a book actually feels like to the actively reading brain.

His 2012 marginalia can be seen here.

I like the idea of having a conversation with the author as I’m reading his or her book, turning reading into more of an interactive experience. I already have these thoughts in my head as I’m reading, but I lose so much by not jotting them down. I do copy out passages and write down my reactions to them in a commonplace book, but there’s something about writing in the margins of a book that sounds so intimate and immediate.

So now all I need to do is give myself permission to write in a book. I’ve done worse to books – I’ve altered them as art projects, slopped gesso over them, stuck acrylic medium between pictures to make thicker canvases for paint. But those were all books I didn’t want to read. Writing in a book I do want to read? A part of me feels like its a form of sacrilege. I need to keep in mind what Mortimer Adler says in his classic How to Read a Book:

Full ownership of a book only comes when you have made it a part of yourself, and the best way to make yourself a part of it — which comes to the same thing — is by writing in it.

Do you write in the books that you read? Tell me more about your marginalia habit, if you have one!

Making some reading decisions

It’s odd. When I was busy with deadlines, I always knew what I wanted to read, even though I didn’t have that much time to read.

But now that things are less busy and I feel like I can actually breathe again – I’m having trouble picking what I want to read next! And as a result, I haven’t actually read much of anything over the past few days, even though I now have the time.


I knew this was going to happen, too. Last week, I posted a reading plan for this week. This is what I wrote:

So to ward off my tendency to fritter all my down time away doing nothing (sadly, I must include playing games on my iPhone and my tablet as “doing nothing” – it’s actually one of my favourite ways of doing nothing), I’ve decided to come up with a reading plan for next week.

See how well I know myself? The reading plan isn’t working, though, because I went ahead and finished Blood Harvest and I’m not in the mood right now for any of the other books. Not even The Dream Thieves, which I’m having trouble getting into (I think I need to check out the Raven Boys recap link Jill gave me). And the other books in my reading plan are either graphic novels or nonfiction, and I just don’t feel like reading either type of book right now.

But I do know if I don’t put a stop to this post-deadline dithering, I really will end up doing nothing for way too long.

So it’s time to make some reading decisions. I’ve been asking myself what I feel like reading, and the only answer I’m getting is “a really good story”. I can be so unhelpful at times.

I’ve more or less narrowed it down to these three choices:

Norwegian by Night


I discovered Norwegian by Night by Derek Miller when Bernadette blogged about it. This was the part of her post that particularly captivated me:

I can foresee that the novel’s hero, 82 year old Sheldon “Donny” Horowitz, will become one of my all time favourites. He is my idea of a perfect character. That doesn’t mean he’s a perfect person but that’s kind of the point. He’s just an ordinary bloke dealing with the hand life has dealt him with the kind of active practicality that I associate with men of his generation.

For a while now, I’ve been questioning why there’s such a lack of older characters in the fiction I’m reading, older characters who are real, who get to play one of the starring roles, who are not just a stereotypical depiction thrown into the mix to add some diversity. I put a hold on this book right after I read Bernadette’s post, and I now have it in my library stack.

Good Omens

good omens

I’ve been wanting to read Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett for quite a while now. Also, one of my 2015 goals is to reduce my TBR by reading ten books, and Good Omens is on that list of ten books.

Not to mention, it promises to be a really funny read. And I may be in the mood for really funny.

Or not.

Dreams of Gods & Monsters

dreams of gods and monsters

I know. It was just a couple of weeks ago that I raved about the first two books in the series. And now I have Dreams of Gods & Monsters in my hot little hands … and I’m not sure if it’s what I want to read right now. I know it will be good, and the beauty of it is, the previous books are still really, really fresh in my mind.

But they were intense, especially Days of Blood & Starlight, and I’m not sure I’m ready for intense right now.

So this is what I’ve decided …

Tomorrow. I’ll pick one of these books tomorrow. For tonight, I think I’m going to head to bed early, maybe get a good start on my quest to become a morning person.  I had the entire day off today, and it’s really tired me out!

Want to help me out? Which of these three books would you pick?