Steampunk and Liars (and no, I’m not talking about my ex…much)

What I’m Reading Now:
Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Ember and Ash, by Pamela Freeman
Celebrations, by Maya Angelou
366 Celt: A Year and a Day of Celtic Wisdom and Lore, by Carl McColman
The Map of Time, by Felix J. Palma

What I’ve Read Recently:
Fury, by Elizabeth Miles
Dragon’s Oath, by P.C. and Kristin Cast
Sisterhood Everlasting, by Ann Brashares

Okay, so in reality, what I’m reading are all my textbooks from my classes. The new semester just started, and I’m eyeball-deep in homework assignments. Bleh. But no one wants to hear about Atoms First. Trust me on this. I don’t even want to read it, and I’m paying perfectly good money to suffer through take the class. Absorbing reading, it is not. So, yeah, not much actual reading going on around here. (No, I don’t think the 10 pages I read the other night of The Map of Time count, as my eyes kept drifting closed out of exhaustion—despite my desire to find out what was going on with Captain Derek Shackelford.)

But Fury was good. Awesome, even. A good, solid YA fantasy with a nice mythological twist and strong, likeable characters. Fair warning: this isn’t a standalone, so if you’re looking for a nice HEA ending wrapped up in a bow…keep looking.

Dragon’s Oath is a novella, so it’s a quick read, but it adds a nice bit of history to the House of Night world, with the story of Dragon’s origins, and how he fell inlove.

Sisterhood Everlasting…was wonderful. I love the whole series, and this was no exception. I stayed up far, far too late finishing it. It made me laugh. It made me cry. It really made me miss my friends from high school (there were four of us), and it also made me extremely grateful for the many wonderful friends I have in my life now.

The Map of Time is a Victorian England fantasy that combines a steampunk feel with time travel, H.G. Wells, and….men that tell lies. (Okay, the last bit is subject to change, as I’m not through with the book, but so far, two of the main male characters are liars. Rather grand, elaborate ones at that. And hey, as far as I’m concerned, men that lie=the devil. I’m just sayin’.)


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