I hope my grandmother never reads this. I took this book off the shelf in her study without asking. Which could land me in hot water if she found out. Don’t worry though, I took good care of it, and it’s sitting by the garage door, ready to be returned on my next visit.
I’m surprised that I picked this book up so soon after reading Cleopatra’s Daughter. I didn’t love that book. But I think I was intrigued by Moran’s perspective. She picks interesting women from history and gives them a voice.
I can’t believe it’s been a month since I’ve reviewed a book! Never fear, I’ve been reading the whole time. I think I got out of sync because I did the thing where I was reading several books at once and just couldn’t finish any of them. But I’m not sure why I haven’t reviewed this book yet. It was a total guilty pleasure book that I definitely did not struggle to finish.
Magnus Chase is a homeless kid living on the streets of Boston when he is attacked by a fantastic creature. He finds out that is related to a Norse god, and that his destiny is bound to either saving or ending the world. Armed with a magical sword, loyal friends, sarcasm, and a undying love of falafel, he rolls with it. And adventure ensues.
Let me see how many adjectives I can use to describe this book: dreamy, lovely, sad, poetic, joyful, imaginative, quirky, fun, unexpected, delightful, difficult…perfect.
The Secret Life of Violet Grant is two stories in one. Story number one follows Vivian Schuyler, a 1960’s socialite who bucks the system in pursuit of journalism career. Early on in her story, she mistakenly receives the suitcase of Violet Grant, her long-lost aunt. Thus begins the second story the parallel second story.
This was the sort of book that pretentious Honors English college students gush over as “important” and “meaningful”. Which, to me, usually meant it was weird, full of “lyricism”, and contained sentences that never seemed to end. I wanted to like it. I wanted it to be something special. But I really, really hated it.