Archive | March, 2013

Few and Far Between

26 Mar

Well, it has been quite some time since I posted. And that is because it has been quite some time since I finished a book! I have the biggest, best looking stack of books waiting for me, and I haven’t even cracked it yet. Except for one – the slimmest one of the bunch.

colour of milk

I am having a hard time deciding what to say about this novel – other than I liked it (not much of a sales pitch!). The narrator is a young girl with a bad leg. Having recently learned her letters, the entire book is in Mary’s staccato, lowercase lettering. The youngest of four hard-farm-working sisters, she is definitely seen as the weak link by all except her bedridden grandfather. So when the village pastor offers to hire her to take care of his ailing wife, Mary’s father jumps on the deal. Mary quickly forms a bond with her weak and depressed ward and reluctantly resigns herself to life at her new home, seeking solace in the knowledge that soon she will know how to read and write (through daily lessons with the pastor in his study). She quickly learns that knowledge has a price, and the surprising turn of events that follows left me thinking about poor Mary for days. 4/5 stars.

Slow Week.

6 Mar

I had never heard of Marian Chesney before I started working that the public library. And now, I think I’ve had to re-shelve more of her titles than any other author. Seriously, one to five get returned every day. So I decided to investigate. Turns out, they are pretty classic regency romances. This might have made me scoff in the not too distant past, but I recently read and LOVED Edenbrooke by Julianne Donaldson (also pretty straight forward regency romance) so I decided to give ole Marian a chance.


Here is the set-up: two (hilarious) spinster sisters, having lost out on the inheritance they were expecting, go into business refining “difficult” girls and bringing them out into society (to catch a husband). I enjoyed it – but will probably never read the rest of the series.

This second book I wish I had read last week to post with Wise Men by Stuart Nadler. The two go hand in hand. I picked this one because its Goodreads rating is through the roof high. And I liked it, I did, but I am surprised that it has gotten such high recommendations across the board.

calling me home

In Wise Men, it was an affluent young white boy and a poor young African-American girl. So, take that – flip it around – and you have Calling Me Home by Julie Kibler. Things I liked: it is way more of a love story that WM. I liked Miss Isabelle (the heroine) a lot, but liked Robert (the hero) better. I liked the twist at the end. Things I could have done without: Dorrie’s whole story line (the novel switches back and forth from Miss Isabelle in 1939 and Dorrie in the present day – Dorrie is Miss Isabelle’s hairdresser/younger African-American friend and the two are driving from Texas to Cincinnati). I wish Isabelle had just narrated the whole darn thing.