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The Likeness, Tana French Tana French writes with such intensity, this is one of those rare books that is hard for me to separate from. Her characters are so present in their world, and with each other, that inanimate things … Continue reading →

Passion on the Vine, by Sergio Esposito This is a book about wine and food. And then some. And then some more. There can be little doubt that Esposito is a very good writer. He also loves wine and food … Continue reading →

Uglies is the first book of a trilogy (later expanded to 4 books) that takes place in a dystopian (yay!) world where teenagers grow up in Ugly-town until they are 16, at which time they are moved across the river … Continue reading →

aka Reliving my favourite Daily Show moments There is no real reason to buy this book unless you LOVED watching Jon Stewart host The Daily Show (I did). It is a chronological collection of anecdotes in the form of short … Continue reading →

The Murder Wall A challenging book to read, it is not well written and abrupt transitions in the narrative give it a choppy feel that is difficult to get into to. The author uses several awkward techniques in her writing style, … Continue reading →

Station Eleven After reading this book last year and loving it, I picked it for my BBCE book club selection. I decided to reread it, partly because I loved it so much and partly because I wanted it to be … Continue reading →

I Let You Go, by Clare Mackintosh I have been procrastinating on this post for 2 full months. I really enjoyed this book, and have lots to say on it, however there is literally no way  I can think of … Continue reading →

Foreigner Book Three of the Quintaglio Ascension My least favourite of the trilogy, Foreigner takes on more than it can chew (no pun intended). After introducing us to the Quintaglio society through the adventures of Asfan, the Galileo of their … Continue reading →

The Heart Goes Last We had a very lengthy and interesting conversation about this book in my mini book club. The writing seems quite light and almost silly, especially when considering a few of Atwood’s more concentrated books, like The … Continue reading →