Yay. Summer. I hate summer. The heat. Like, why the heat?
So here’s the tally of what I read in May:
There’s been a lot of Sherlove last month, despite Sherlock Holmes Day not having a strong presence.I read The Return Of Sherlock Holmes , finally completing the entire Sherlock Holmes collection. I was mildly disappointed by CAM’s story, but still loved that evil bastard.
You’re The Only One I Can Tell, Deborah Tannen. 2/12 Nonfiction
Ugh. The first half was good, made simple/complicated conversations simple. But the second half got dull, and there was an off-handed passage about curing autism. Nope!
Hark! A Vagrant! 7/12 Kate Beaton
It would’ve been funnier had I not read Step Aside, Pops, the sequel, first. It’s disappointing, like when I read Furiously Happy before reading Let’s Pretend This Never Happened. The first books are still funny and good, but the squeal hangs over them.
They are comics, books of comics,not comic books, about pop culture, history, etc, anything that attracted the attention of the artist. It’s enlightening, but the Canadian references weren’t as funny as general, because I didn’t have the knowledge to foully enjoy them.
Carve The Mark, Veronica Roth, fantasy/sci/fi
There is no escaping the constant reminders of Divergent. Cyra could easily be Four, and the training sessions are similar. It’s also GOF-y, as the relationship between Cyra and her brother are similar to the Dragon siblings.
I might do theI heart characters, next month, it looks fun. Gotta go. Sorry about typos, this computer is an ass.