A little optimism never hurts.

Ok, I am done with all my course work (phew!), so from now until I get a full time job (or until I once again become demoralized) I will hopefully have a little more to say a little more frequently.

Stella Louella's Runaway Book, by Lisa Campbell Ernst. I forget what this type of story is called, but it makes me think of those Russian hiding dolls: the first person is joined by a second person, and they are joined by a third and fourth, and so on, like the gingerbreadman story, with everyone chasing after him in a long line. I love how everyone in town found something in the missing book that they liked.

You Can Tell Your Kid Will Grow Up to be a Librarian When..., by Richard Lee. This was a little heavy on the librarian stereotypes; we aren't all obsessive compulsive.

The art wasn't my cup of tea, but I guess some people rather enjoy this book.

The Host, by Stephenie Meyer. Good. An interesting idea, although many of the details seemed stolen from other sci-fi stories (a symbiote/parasite that attaches at the brain stem and makes the host's eye's glow? Anyone else watch Star Gate? C'mon.). Stuff like that made me lose a little respect for the author, but the story was ok.

I would have liked more detail all around.

Gone, by Michael Grant. No real reasons were given for a lot of what happened, which I found really frustrating. There is no scientific explanation, which may be expected since there are no scientists in the book, but there didn't seem to by any consistency, enough details, nothing I could use to come up with an explanation by myself. I'm not a big fan of that. A sequel seems forthcoming, since the story is hardly over, but I'm not looking forward to it.

Two for the Dough, Three to Get Deadly, and Four to Score, by Janet Evanovich. Numbers 2 & 3 were very similar to each other, and to the first one. Number 4 is nearly more of the same, but the author has added a bedroom scene. That, in my opinion, was totally unnecessary. She went from being a mystery writer to being one of the masses of mystery-romance authors. It was the lack of sex that made her books memorable. She no longer stands out from the crowd for me.