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This winter can suck it/February reading

Not being able to go outside much means I am READING MORE, which I guess is good. I mean, I also watched ten episodes of the CW show Arrow on Saturday. Mainly for Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, which can be summarized thusly:

that's the ship.

But IGNORING Arrow (and the totally awesome season 3 of American Horror Story, which I've ALSO started and do you know how rarely I sit down and get into a show nowadays because it is never I am telling you), there was reading done. Mostly of short novels. Also called "novellas" even though they could totally be called "shnovels" which is obviously way better.

1. The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry. Remember? The bookseller! Who adopts the kid! And he learns something about life. And it's all "Heyyyyyyyy book people, you're gonna like me," and we do.

2. Safe Passage. Ok, I got this from NetGalley, because around Valentine's Day NG was all "HEY do you wanna read lesbian romances?" and I was like "I mean....I guess I could" and this said it was about some girl who found a safe with old papers in a wall and I'm SO INTO THAT, but then it was like 60 pages long and basically "Butch lady likes femme lady and she cooks for her and it's obvious the author's into cooking and wanted to bring this into her story and they find old journal entries also by a lesbian and this brings them together" and nope.


4. The Visionist. Did you guys know that the author commented on the post and said where she found the underwear thing? BECAUSE THAT HAPPENED.

5. The Time Tutor. Read The River of No Return. Then read this. Do you know how rare it is to find a well-written novel? Like an actually well-written one? Let alone a well-written time travel kind-of-romance novel? This is the best.

6. Ripe Tomatoes. Omg. I bought this at Left Bank Books in Seattle, which is a "collectively run anarchist bookstore," because I thought it seemed like hippie ridiculousness, and I think it's maybe the least worthwhile book I've ever read. At 100 pages long. There's a collective tomato farm? And the narrator wants to bang some guy? That's what I got out of it. Completely the worst thing ever.

7. Him Her Him Again The End of Him. I might full-on review this, but remember when Megs read it ages ago? Yeah, so I bought it ages ago and have now finally read it, and I ENJOYED it, because the author was super-rambly and in case you magically have not picked up on that, that is my STYLE.

So there we go. Seven books, but a lot of them pretty damn short. For March I just finished a Nancy Mitford, and am working on Savage Girl by Jean Zimmerman, a Rick Riordan Percy Jackson book (I LOVE PERCY JACKSON AND I NEVER SAY THAT HERE), Stephen King short stories (which are all actually shnovels), Bleak House obvs, and...I dunno. Other stuff I've forgotten about. They're all good.


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