In the order I read them, my 4.5-star books from July to September are:
Intense characterization + nasty magic + bisexual love triangle = very happy Memory (with a side of anguish, because bad shit goes down).
I reviewed this one (and its predecessor, HALF BAD) in some detail, so I’ll direct you there.
Wow. Y’all did not oversell this much-hyped book.
Again, I reviewed it in detail so I’ll point you there for Deep Thoughts.
Another much-hyped book that lives up to everything everyone told me about it. I never reviewed it because my brain was basically just a big mass of !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! over it, but don’t you doubt my love. Not even for a moment.
I mean, it’s got human drama and people trucking on against impossible odds and gorgeous, perfectly-painted emotional landscapes and blatant disrespect for the timeline and a comic book at the centre of everything.
It was the perfect book for me.
And for the record, I'd have read it a hell of a lot sooner if y'all had told me about the comic book thing. Please tell me about any and all books that use comics as a plot device.
As if Robin Hobb’s latest book wasn’t gonna be on this list. I mean, come on.
My long-ass review was basically just me waffling on about Fitz for a couple thousand words, because Fitz is my favourite.
This was one of my most anticipated books of 2015, and it did not disappoint. It's got magic and science and people of colour and disabled people and queer people! In the 1920s! In New York! With absolute acknowledgment of how tough it was to live in the 1920s if you weren't a rich, able-bodied white guy! Just thinking about it makes me pleased as punch (even though bad shit happens here, too).
Once again, I reviewed it all proper-like.
The further I made it into AN EMBER IN THE ASHES, the more I loved it. And the more I thought about it after I’d finished, the stronger that love grew.
(Except one character’s fate utterly sickened me. What an awful, awful thing.)
And yet, I never wrote about it because I didn’t even know where to start. AN EMBER IN THE ASHES is at once solidly wonderful and intent to flee from all descriptors.
All descriptors at my disposal, at least. The closest I can come to expressing it is to say it reminded me of the stories I loved when I was a teenager without being very much like any of them.
So helpful, right? You can hardly believe I never reviewed this.