The is most definitely a bottle-half-empty kind of a book. There is no way this is ending well for anyone... I'll need a Mars bar book when I'm done with this one

The last quarter of this book ruined it for me. I was hoping for elegance a la Oceans Eleven, but ended up with the brawl between Hugh Grant and Colin Firth in Bridget Jones Diary. And what kind of crook expects their abductees to obey, when he runs out of open door and orders them to stay?

Enjoying my afternoon with a nice dose of Washington and black mail.

"[...]she was struck, as she occasionally was during a third glass of wine, by how cute she looked in the mirror"
So I'm not the only one...

Saturday night fun: Good Austen re-telling, well narrated with the soft tones of a ABBA copy band wafting in from the open window.

"Loves me, loves me not?", is the central plot in this novel about some very privileged teenagers at an American boarding school in Paris. Nice, distracting Mars bar book.

"Who the hell puts bats on a spaceship?"
Excellent question...

The makings of a good time.

When Maia's father and three elder brothers die in an accident, he rises unexpectedly to the imperial throne where he has to decide for himself, what it means to be emperor. Not an ounce if grimdark in sight, this is a serious but utterly enjoyable court drama.

This was a fun read, but the author definitely subscribes to the "more is more" maxim. From the fantabulously accomplished heroine to the over-the-top ending. Edwards is making a solid point about discrimination, but there are too many cherries on top and not enough cake.

We are settling in for nice long evening of court intrigue and suitably archaic language. We are very amused indeed.

"You'd have see it to understand, but it was seriously zan. We were all grazzed to discover Keon actually had some talent."
I am only on page 22, but the let's-create-futurism-by-adding-random-slang-words-with-the-letter-z is really annoying me.
Am I too old for this book?

This excerpt is quite sweet in its technological naiveté. It had me flipping to the front of the book to check the publishing date, and sure enough: 2004.
Oh, how the time flies...