I recently discovered the blog Rachel Reads, and skimming her archive, I am amazed by how similar our reading tastes are. (Except that I would never spend two weeks reading The Mysteries of Udolpho. Or Anna Karenina.) I mean, we’re both looking forward to Patricia Elliott’s The Pale Assassin and hoping it’s better than Celia Rees’ Sovay, had the same addictive-but-not-well-written reaction to Simone Elkeles’ Perfect Chemistry, and liked Melissa de la Cruz’s Blue Bloods and Masquerade but not Revelations.
If it turns out she’s also a fan of microhistories, Scandinavian mysteries, Colin Cotterill, Laura Lippman, and Carol O’Connell, this is going to move beyond creepy into scary territory and I’m going to start getting paranoid. Do I have split personalities, one of them named “Rachel,” who also blogs?
Moving on, Steph’s recent post and all the comments it’s generated made me feel like I should review another book, since I haven’t done many reviews so far this year. But the last book I read was Princess of the Midnight Ball by Jessica Day George, and this review at The Puck in the Midden says pretty much everything I want to say, aside from the reviewer’s preference for Juliet Mariller’s Wildwood Dancing, so I’m not sure when I’ll be reviewing another YA book. Though I will be posting a review (of a non-YA book that probably doesn’t need any more publicity) on Monday.