I enjoyed The Gunslinger less than I thought I would, but it intrigued me enough to read the next book in the series

I enjoyed The Giver and wish I had read it as a child. Never too late, I suppose!

I liked it. Not my favorite retelling, plus there were some weird elements thrown in towards the end of the book that I didn't care for. But overall this was an enjoyable read.

Sarah Porter weaves Brooklyn into a magical backdrop for this updated fairytale. Vassa in the Night is exactly my kind of weird!

This book was the 'more' that Labyrinth left me wanting.

Ah yes, Hogwarts...Academy...

'She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.'

The framework is solid, but Marie Kondo has some kind of 'out there' ideas that I just can't apply to my life. Trading my battered, comfy PJs for elegant loungewear? Thanking my socks for all their hard work? No thank you.

'If you are a woman, try wearing something elegant as nightwear. The worst thing you can do is wear a sloppy sweat suit.' Whatever happened to being my authentic self? 😧 Marie Kondo, you've totally lost me.

I liked it, I suppose...but it was very weird. I like weird. Maybe it simply wasn't MY brand of weird. Also: one day I will remember to review a book before I return it to the library so I can include a picture!

I liked it, I suppose...but it was very weird. I like weird. Maybe it simply wasn't MY brand of weird. Also: one day I will remember to review a book before I return it to the library so I can include a picture!

For me, it's a compulsion...but this is beautiful.

Reading this script was like wading through a city dump: it was disgusting, I felt dirty, and I kept seeing once-familiar things turned unrecognizable. In the dump the agent of change is rot. In Cursed Child the agent of change is Jack Thorne.

Oh Catherynne M. Valente. Your blending of wisdom and nonsense leaves me breathless.

If I never find my doorway, this book is the next best thing.

As always, I found Helen Oyeyemi's writing to be beautiful. Her lyrically abstract style feels more appropriate for poetry, however, and I don't love it in short story format.

The Fireman is my favorite kind of horror novel; it's darkly funny, gritty, and its most frightening element is the brutality that lives inside people.

Joe Hill gets me so well and on so many different levels.

Just what I need on a long, hot day when the AC is broken.

Ah, a day at the library. I am loving The Fireman!