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Jack Dicker jackdicker — "The Women's Murder Club reconvenes under the worst circumstances. After a routine arrest goes terribly awry, a young woman is caught in the crossfire and killed. Lieutenant Lindsay Boxer must defend herself against charges of police brutality in a case that has made coast-to-coast headlines. In this high-anxiety atmosphere, Boxer and her Women's Murder Club buddies are also searching frantically for clues to a series of Half Moon Bay murders." Fast paced and enjoyable. Interesting plot.

Apostol Tnokovski tnokovski — Some lovely writing and images, but depressing...it's about Afghanistan.

Bayaraa Battogos bayarundrakh — While its a joyous event when an author writes another book after swearing to never write another, this book struck me as sad. Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. is at the end of his life, and this memoir/essay on what matters to him bears a title that suggests that he doesn't fit in America anymore. Does anyone else find that to be depressing?

Viki Odriozola viki_odrioca14 — I kind of enjoyed this in that it was incredibly light and a very quick read. I was a little horrified at the introduction of an extremely well known historical figure in the novel and I desperately hope they left that out in making the TV series. I wont' be going out of my way to read any further through the series.

Bach Mai bachblame — I'm in the middle of the second and now I'm to scared to finish it because i know it will leave me wanting more and how can i stand to wait till 2012! Why oh why are the fates so cruel to me. This is by far one of the best books i have read so far and she is one of my most favorite heroin, she seems so much more realistic in her thought process than most, i might be biased because she reminds me so much of myself with all the sarcastic comments. and am i alone when i say I'm rooting for Cal. I think he would be good for her, but then again I'm not done with the second book yet so who knows. Just finished the second book and i've never wanted to punch someone and hug them at the same time, and thats saying a lot when it comes to my family, lol, but seriously what is Hawkins trying to do to my poor thirsty soul?!? I would murder her but but then who would write the book to let me know what happens. Patience is not a strong suite of mine and now its going to be tested to its limits. Hawkins we now have a love hate relationship, I hate you for the wait but will love you eternally when the next book is in my hands, and if there is another after the third book the cycle will continue....... PS. i'm totally confused on the Archer/Cal situation i am now officially team undecided. PPS. Its so close i can taste it!!!

Evy Mages _vy_ages — They were handing a free book out at the gate to a rooftop films screening. Why? A scene was set at rooftop films, I was told. Or at least a scene on a rooftop alluded to rooftop films. Turns out it was by Jim Munroe, a past editor of Adbusters. The back blurb was awful, something about an occultist roommate turning into a touring performance act. It got buried in a pile. To be dug out semi-randomly. I'd assumed that this would be a continuation of my genre-fiction-only plan, still underway despite some Borges stories, but rather than than being the horror novel I was expecting given the ostensible subject of demonology, it's much more what I should have expected from an editor of Adbusters: thoughts on pop-culture, sub-culture, and the negotiation of life and art while getting older. Despite being (admittedly) basically the target reader of a book so rife with cultural references, at first I found the culturally relevant detail somewhat distracting. More on this below. Also, the book unfolds in blog format, which is both kitschy in that same "culturally relevant" way and entirely unconvincing in that narrator Kate blogs exactly as if she were writing a novel, complete with implausibly detailed (and often rather uninteresting) banter and a completely leaden ear to the more conversational idiosyncracies of most blogging. The only times it's obvious the story is a blog are in the segues, and in the rare but amusing sequences where Kate gets bored and lets her entries trail off into fiction and lies. (Okay, so Munroe wins back some "formatting gimmick" points, for also releasing the book free online as an actual blog. I gotta admit that his money is largely where his mouth is, and he is no stranger to alternative and easily distributable media formats.) Most of that was written in annoyance halfway through the book, but plotwise, it does pick up somewhat in the second half when the the story condenses into a road trip. It's still mostly a vehicle for cultural observation, but somehow I ended up endeared to the key characters anyway, for no easily identifiable reason. Getting back to that cultural observation: as I said, I'm about as close to a target audience for all the references as could be hoped for, and they irked me a bit. Why? Well, some of it was superfluous: do we need a page long Shaolin Soccer digression, a full explanation of slash fanfic*, and frequent analogies using the likes of China Mieville, Cat Power, and Guided By Voices? Those first two especially: they're a bit too didactic, a bit too "let me introduce you to a cultural artifact that may interest you." Maybe it's partly that the book was published in 2004 and up-to-the-minute references date extremely quickly. The broader references to art/music life and its signifiers seems a little more timeless, of course. I wonder how this could be done well. Time actually helps, perhaps once you move past the period where everything is a little too late to be new. Pynchon (apparently now the author that I invariably end up referencing in reviews and I am sorry for that) is full of cultural references of whatever era he's dealing with, but they're delightful. I think distance also helps as far as tone goes: there is less of a sense of imparting knowledge after a certain point, and references become background detail. For more currently set books, though, I think the dangers can be avoided by cutting the specifics and keeping cultural reference to its broader shapes and senses. I suspect Great Jones Street fared just fine in its own time, and whatever its other failings, the feeling of a (nonspecific) band on the cusp of its potential was what You Don't Love Me Yet actually did pull off most effectively. This deserves more thought, especially since it's the sort of pitfall I'm likely to blunder into if I do start writing my own fiction again, at some point. Thoughts? *On the other hand, how could I really fault a book for referencing Draco/Harry slash fic, which I think was the first instance of the peculiar popular phenomenon I ran into as well.