Never in my life have I read a book with such blatant use of the word “fuck” and all of its derivatives. Honestly, The Electric Church has more swearing in it than Theresa’s sister in a bad mood, and let me assure you that that is a sizable amount. Jeff Somers either has a severe case of sailors mouth, or he has an almost unhealthy penchant with the word.
I’m impressed with The Memory Keeper’s Daughter.
I thought it was going to be a dry, boring read, much like Everything Must Go. I was mistaken (mostly) and by the end I found myself devouring the last pages. Despite its small dimensions, the novel sports 401 pages, 300 of which were a fantastic, engrossing read. Kim Edwards does a wonderful job of getting the emotion across as well as managing to make very real characters.
Why can’t the new series make books that match the caliber of the old series. This is probably the newest one that I have read of the original(ish) series, and its grandeur dwarfs any of the new series with out even batting an eyelash. Taking place during the Sixth Doctors’ time, The Quantum Archangel is a sequel of The Time Monster from the Third Doctors’ time in the limelight.
Who knew that reading about a gay man who dresses in drag and his call-boy lover would be all that interesting? I sure didn’t! To be honest had someone suggested it to me, I probably would have sprained my eyebrow from the speed in which it would’ve raised. All that aside, I Am Not Myself These Days is a great first book to the year. Starting off with your good foot and all that.
Finally! A new series that actually has a little body to it. I was honestly starting to lose hope in the new adventures. The Last Dodo puts a little bit of that darkness, that deep reflection of the Doctors that has been until now has been sorely lacking from the new books. Though there is only a small moment of it (part of which is quoted in this review) it demonstrates what I’ve been talking about over he past couple books. I know that the authors were probably told that they need to ease into it all, what with trying to nail such a wide demographic and so many new readers, but have a little compassion for those who’ve stuck with the series all these years.
So much like the other 3 million people - if the cover tells the truth - who have bought this book, I caved and decided to read Gregory Maguire’s Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. I admit that it has interested me for a while, but I’m adverse to reading much of what the general public reads. I don’t even want to start on The DaVinci Code. What is shocking is that it took this long for the book to become such a hit. It was originally printed 12 years ago. 12!
Where to begin with this one? I honestly don’t know and I’m at a bit of a loss. Maybe I’m just not used to reading this style of book. Maybe I just don’t get the point behind it. Maybe I overlooked some obvious and keen insight that everyone else picked up on. No matter how you put it, I still don’t know what to make of this one.