From One Book Lover

Happy autumn!  It's been a busy reading summer. I tried to keep the pages turning relatively consistently as the summer progressed, but at times battled  reading ennui .  However, I refused to be thwarted, and managed to get a couple dozen books under my belt under the summer sun — or in the summer air conditioning. Either way, I read. I didn't beat my personal best — that would be  summer 2015  — but I read widely and bravely. Plus, I read  multiple books at a time, so my TBR shelf continues to groan from books begun in the heat of summer. I re-read  The Magicians , because the author will be at this year's  Fall for the Book Festival .    When I originally read it a few years ago, I really wanted to like it. This summer, I can honestly say I liked it, and have just begun reading the second novel in the series.  I discovered some great graphic novels, including one about a young girl with cystic fibrosis and her older sister's understanding of loss. In cont

August was my month away from most social media (and a few other distractions), so I finished quite a few books. I got into a groove with a few graphic novels. I laughed, I cried, I coveted the skill of illustration. (My stick figures frighten children, so I don't doodle. I take copious notes. Seriously, people, even my less than stellar handwriting is better than my doodles.) I met a few characters I never knew, including relatives of daring adventurers pressed into service in a steampunk world and an impetuous man-child who really needed the very role model he lost. I indulged my new interest in mystery novels with a couple of ridiculously fun novels that featured smart women and their cats. (I could have done without the romance, but at least one of the series isn't too sappy about it.) I read a new novel by an old favorite author — and hated it. I read a book I read once before, a few years ago, and all the while kept wondering why it was so familiar. And, jus