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So much rain here lately; we're waterlogged, which is not what I expect in May in my state. I hope that the garden survives it. I'm supposed to be getting (ripe) blackberries soon, and this cool wet weather is making me worry about them.
I read E.K. Johnston's Ahsoka book. Had to look up the title; it's called Star Wars: Ahsoka. Well, that's minimalistic. (One thing about e-books: I tend to forget titles more often because I don't see a book cover--and title--every time I open the book.)
Anyway, I'd give it four out of five stars. Chances are good that I'd rate it higher if I knew the other tie-in material better, but even so, I enjoyed it. I've read another book by Johnston; her prose is good, and her storytelling creds are solid. Even with just knowing a minimal amount of information about Ahsoka thanks to social media osmosis, I liked the story.
I did a quick read of two different romances by Mary Balogh. My romance reading habits are incredibly sporadic, but Balogh won me over with Someone to Love, so I read Only a Kiss in the same week. (I'm following a romance book reviewer on tumblr; that's where I was reminded of how much I enjoyed a different novel by Balogh that I read a year or two ago.)
Anyway, Someone to Love is good for that "secretly a princess" trope. Only it's "secretly the daughter of a wealthy and titled man (that no one wants to be related to, but it's okay 'cause he's dead now)".
Onward to some non-fiction: I'd never heard of The Color of Water, by James McBride, even though it's a fairly well-known book (originally published in 1995). McBride is biracial; the memoir focuses on his experiences growing up black with a white mother, and on his mother's life as well. She claimed to be light-skinned; later her son learned that she was Jewish, and disowned by her family for marrying his father. It's funny, harrowing, and surprising in turn. I'm glad I read it, even though Ruth McBride's life was sometimes hard to read about. (As was her son's.) It's understandable why the mother ran away from the life she was born to--ran away so hard, with such determination, that she wouldn't acknowledge her roots until pressed by her adult son.
I read E.K. Johnston's Ahsoka book. Had to look up the title; it's called Star Wars: Ahsoka. Well, that's minimalistic. (One thing about e-books: I tend to forget titles more often because I don't see a book cover--and title--every time I open the book.)
Anyway, I'd give it four out of five stars. Chances are good that I'd rate it higher if I knew the other tie-in material better, but even so, I enjoyed it. I've read another book by Johnston; her prose is good, and her storytelling creds are solid. Even with just knowing a minimal amount of information about Ahsoka thanks to social media osmosis, I liked the story.
I did a quick read of two different romances by Mary Balogh. My romance reading habits are incredibly sporadic, but Balogh won me over with Someone to Love, so I read Only a Kiss in the same week. (I'm following a romance book reviewer on tumblr; that's where I was reminded of how much I enjoyed a different novel by Balogh that I read a year or two ago.)
Anyway, Someone to Love is good for that "secretly a princess" trope. Only it's "secretly the daughter of a wealthy and titled man (that no one wants to be related to, but it's okay 'cause he's dead now)".
Onward to some non-fiction: I'd never heard of The Color of Water, by James McBride, even though it's a fairly well-known book (originally published in 1995). McBride is biracial; the memoir focuses on his experiences growing up black with a white mother, and on his mother's life as well. She claimed to be light-skinned; later her son learned that she was Jewish, and disowned by her family for marrying his father. It's funny, harrowing, and surprising in turn. I'm glad I read it, even though Ruth McBride's life was sometimes hard to read about. (As was her son's.) It's understandable why the mother ran away from the life she was born to--ran away so hard, with such determination, that she wouldn't acknowledge her roots until pressed by her adult son.
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