I finished a couple more books this weekend-- one serious fantasy and the other just fluff:
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Orphans of Chaos by John C. Wright. Paperback, 336pp. Wow. This one had (a) fascinating main characters and (b) fascinating abilities and even (c) a fascinating world structure, but it also had one big flaw that nearly made me stop reading several times: the story is deeply rooted in Greek myth, to the point that it made me feel
dense. You know how when you're reading a good novel, little clues tend to stand out along the way, and usually end up being integral to the climax of the storyline? I kept getting the feeling of "clue" about little descriptive asides dropped all through the book, but as I don't know much about the Greek gods and myths I couldn't understand them, and it was
very frustrating. It didn't help that the ending was a total reset, either. I'm not sure whether I'll pick up the sequel or not.
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Hot Stuff by Janet Evanovich and Leanne Banks. Paperback, 304pp. The page count on this book is actually misleading-- the font size was several points higher than the other! This was total fluff, your generic hardworking intelligent good girl with wacky friends meets attractive mysterious bad boy and gets mixed up in a dangerous plot, which the bad boy is integral in solving and saving her from, and of course he's really pure gold in a bad boy disguise, and they end up living happily ever after. Silly fun.
Next up:
Sir Apropos of Nothing, by Peter David.
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