I’ve been reading so many good books lately, I’m going to just do a long post. Mostly science fiction, I’ve been working through my TBR pile and depleting it, and in search of more good things, I’ve been combing the Hugo and Nebula awards and nominees for the last five years for more ideas.
My breakfast/lunch/in the mood to just read book is The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. It has been on my list for a long time, so long that my husband has read it and the sequel. Now he’s stuck longing for the third book which shows no signs of coming. I feel for authors who get in that place where they’re apparently stuck, but oh, the poor reader…
That I hate to get attached to a story that won’t be resolved is in my mind, in the background. I think the writing is beautiful, and I enjoy the songs and poems interspersed, whereas often I skip those while reading.
The world is rich and interesting.
I’m not sure I like the narrator. He’s a bit full of himself, and I’m sure he has a reason for his general distrust and anger, but so far I’m not sold.
My bedtime book is Clockwork Dynasty by Daniel H Wilson. It started out seeming to be something of a tale of ancient treasures found, but quickly evolved into an action packed tale of survival (essentially) set in the 1700s and present day.