Series intimidate me. I mean I love when I read a book by a new to me author and they end up having a decent sized backlog. But the prospect of starting a series... What if it starts to suck and I have to rewrite the last three books in my head. What if I get ten books into a series and then the author inexplicably doesn't write the last book that concludes the story line? Hello? A war was set up? *sobs Not that that has happened to me. I also have really strong feeling about deliberate plotting, character consistency, and theme development. The feelings being is that there better be some.
That being said I do have some series that I am itching to start...
Anne of Green Gables series
by L.M. Montgomery
“It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.”
I should have already read this series. it pains me that I haven't. How do I even call myself a reader? I should have read this book at age seven. Everything that I have defined myself by pretty much demands that I read this book. I don't know how I avoided it. I think it might have been because the cover that my library had when I was a little was ugly. It makes me sad that when I read it now it might not have the magic of reading it as a child. I am still going to read it this summer. Or listen to it, maybe. I downloaded the audiobook with Rachel McAdams. That should do the trick. And I need to watch the 80's miniseries. And the new one. #multipleinternationalflights
“Too many books. Too few centuries.”
I loved the Illuminae series but I haven't been able to get into this one yet. I started it a couple of times but something didn't work. I liked how it was written and I am interested in the premise. I think that it is a case me of being moody and weird rather than the books fault. It might also have to do with the fact that I was reading it on the kindle rather than a physical copy. There are a ton of footnotes and they don't show up right on the kindle. I am going to give this one anther shot.
by Mindy McGinnis
“To be aware of your own doom is no easy thing.”
I want to love Mindy McGinnis. She taps into feminism like nobody else right now and I respect that. I have had some mixed results with some of her other stuff. I am not deterred and shall try her fantasy offering. I am a bit nervous because it has some terrible reviews. But whatever, reviews aren't the boss of me! She says while continually writing reviews.
Lockwood & Co.
by Jonathan Stroud
“I wasn't pretty, but as my mother once said, prettiness wasn't my profession.”
This is book club recommendation that I just haven't gotten around to. I have spent two years hearing twelve year old gush over it. At least three of them have listed this as their favorite book ever. But they are twelve and sometimes their taste is questionable. I am not sure if their hype that makes me wary of getting my hopes up or just ratchets up my expectations to unreasonable levels. This is going to happen this summer.
The Queen's Thief
by Megan Whalen Turner
“I didn't really care much about anything, so I guess I felt fine.”
I have had this series on my TBR so long that I have forgotten not only who recommended it, I have also forgotten what attracted it to me. I mean besides the obvious: thief. It is also a Newberry Honor book and that usually convinces me.
by Anne Bishop
“It felt uncomfortable to lie to someone who was being kind. She hadn't known a lie could have a physical weight.”
I read Anne Bishop's Black Jewels series. I think I chose it because someone said that it was an example a fantasy novel with a civilization lead by women. It was well written but I sort of read it through my fingers like I a watch a horror movie. This is supposed to be lighter. But it has vampires and and werewolves and who among us isn't over that?
by Robin Bridges
“Such polite manners for an armed man who was kidnapping me. Danilo could take a few lessons from him.”
This has so much potential to be terrible. Russia, Tzars, fabulous fur hats... also vampires? It could be awesome. it could be a train wreck. That is probably what has kept me from diving into this one.
“I am just a tiny person in Africa, but there is a place for me, and for everybody, to sit down on this earth and touch it and call it their own.”
I have been meaning to read these since high school. What has been holding me back? It is the mystery thing. It isn't my favorite genre. And the fact that they seem like books for middle aged women. Now that I am a slightly more discerning reading I am also questioning whether or not a book about a black woman is best written by a white man. Has anyone read these? Are they good? Botswana really intrigues me.