Why does this blog even exist? I literally don’t know.
I’m too tired tonight so here’s my measly reading progress for April.
1. The Good Daughter (Karin Slaughter):
This is a mystery/crime novel that deals with two separate incidents – two girls, Samantha and Charlie being held at gunpoint, and a school shooting twenty-eight years later, when the girls are successful lawyers and still working through the complications of the point in their lives when everything changed. I saw this all over goodreads, and I wasn’t entire sure if I would like it. It’s not really particularly original, and it can, at times, be a difficult read, but Slaughter (interesting surname) writes well and I like that she focussed on emotional character development to an extent. It wasn’t a bad read and I might read more of her work.
2. To Kill a Kingdom (Alexandra Christo)
Again, goodreads; I saw this everywhere, and I was curious. A siren kills princes and steals their hearts, and a pirate-prince hunts sirens. A romance waiting to happen, of course. It definitely had some original stuff and Christo can write compelling, witty characters, but I didn’t really fall in love with the book. I felt sometimes that the author was deliberately holding back from having the characters get too introspective about issues like murder and violence, and, well, being murderers. I would’ve liked to see a little more depth, but it was a fast, fun read.
3. Vassa in the Night (Sarah Porter)
Well, since I’ve been blabbing about originality I might as well say this was the weirdest but the most original book I’ve read in some time. The Vasilisa-Baba Yaga myth (I mean, who doesn’t like that story) gets a modern twist. In Porter’s New York, the nights are endlessly long and Vassa goes to the local BY’s (a strange convenience store with a habit of decapitating shoplifters) to get light bulbs. If you’re familiar with the myth, the surface allusions are evident. This book is refreshing, and so full of interesting ideas, but the more I read the weirder it got. It has some lovely passages, some lovely imagery, and some great ideas, but it’s by no means a coherent novel. It makes very little sense, but still, I would say if you’re a fan of Russian myths, you might just enjoy the way Porter sets up and plays with a modern, magical world (even if nothing adds up).
See you later, when I’m less dead.