Finished. Started. Anticipating.

If you love time travel, history of the Middle Ages, and the black plague, you must read this book immediately.

It could’ve used a stronger editor because it was a little bloated at times. I can forgive that, though, because the characters were solid and the research really brought this time period to life.

I’m not sure I’ll tackle the sequels right away, but I really did enjoy reading this one.



Oh, how I love a good unreliable narrator. I’m only about 15% into this one, but the sociopathic narrator is exactly the kind of  manipulative mind I like to examine from afar.

Reviewers are calling it dark. It absolutely is. If you don’t like the kind of psychological thrillers that mess with your head, this one isn’t for you.

So far, it reminds me a bit of You: A Novel by Caroline Kepnes.


I have this on hold from the library. I know nothing about it except the blurb below.

 “They were on a lark, three teenage girls speeding across the greens at night on a “borrowed” golf cart, drunk. The cart crashes and one of the girls lands violently in the rough, killed instantly. The driver, Jo, flees the hometown that has turned against her and enrolls at a prestigious boarding school. Her past weighs on her. She is responsible for the death of her best friend. She has tipped her parents’ rocky marriage into demise. She is ready to begin again, far away from the accident.”

I’m pretty sure I heard about it from Liberty Hardy on the All the Books podcast. She rarely steers me wrong!




Vacation Time!

I’m on vacation next week, and my reading list has been determined by the holds that just came in from the library. So here’s what I hope to read next week:

The Good Daughter: A Novel by [Slaughter, Karin]   Macbeth by [Nesbo, Jo]

The High Season: A Novel by [Blundell, Judy]

I cheated and started The Good Daughter last night; it scared the liver out of me. After the first 10% I decided that maybe I didn’t have the constitution to keep reading it. I put it down and turned out the lights. Ten minutes later I got up and starting reading more. So I guess I’m in this one for the long-haul, even though the book is deeply disturbing and I fully intend to have nightmares for a week.


Glass of wine with book

Currently Reading

I’ve been reading less this week than last, in part because I’m in the midst of a few large writing tasks. But I did finish two books: The Queen and I and The Last Mrs. Parrish. I liked certain things about both of them, but I have a couple of rants to make, especially about The Last Mrs. Parrish. A review is coming.

I started two more:


And received July’s Book-of-the-Month from my club of one member (me):

Holidays Are for Reading

I’m going to start lying when people ask me what I’m doing for a holiday. If I answer honestly—that I’m going to sit on my patio, read a book, and enjoy the breeze, and when I’m done with that I’m going to sit on my couch and read a book, and then I’m going to go to bed and read a book—a lot of people seem to feel sorry for me.

“Oh,” someone sadly said to me this week, “that’s too bad you don’t have any fun plans for the Fourth of July.”

The truth is I would rather read than do just about anything else. I’m not sad at all that I’m taking a miss on parades, barbecues, concerts, and fireworks. I’m right where I want to be. I have two books on the docket:


The Queen and I by Sue Townsend
I loved Sue Townsend’s Adrian Mole series, so I grabbed this one at a library sale while on vacation. It’s a clever satire about the British Royal Family who have been forced out of the monarchy and into real life. Hilarity ensues.

The Last Mrs. Parrish by Liv Constantine
This one is a wicked suspense novel that feels like a Lifetime movie in all the best ways. It’s compelling, but it’s not brain-taxing in the slightest.

Happy Fourth of July. May your day be free of parades.


Reading on Planes

One of my favorite things about air travel is turning off my devices. I know I could put my phone in airplane mode any time I want. I don’t. I allow myself to be distracted, largely by things I don’t care about.

But on a plane, I’m held captive. I can’t access anything because I’m too cheap to pay for wifi. I can be alone with books for as long as the plane is in the air, assuming I can signal to my seatmates that I don’t want to talk. That can be challenging since I attract talkers. (Case in point: I recently went to New Mexico and the cab driver asked me if I wanted to see her house. I thought it would be rude to say no. So I got to ride past her house where she showed me her new porch ottoman. Very lovely.)

The point is that planes are a great space for good reading, assuming you can ignore everyone around you and don’t mind being seated in a manner that must be the most clinically uncomfortable position known to humans. I like to take books that require a lot of concentration because I know that it’s either the book or talking to the guy in a Make America Great hat next to me. I’ll focus on the book.

I’m traveling this week, and I’m bringing A History of Knowledge: Past, Present, and Future by Charles Van Doren.

If you don’t hear from me again, I’m trapped under a stranger’s ottoman.