Artemis by Andy Weir

I was a little wary of reading a book in the first person with a female protagonist written by a male author.  Overall, I thought Weir did a good job of writing Jazz.  She is not a “girly girl” and I like that about her.  She is extremely intelligent and very independent, to the point of stupidity at times.  She also has a very strong moral compass.  She might not have your typical ideals of right and wrong, but she sticks to what she believes, always.  She is also far from perfect.  She has her flaws; she is aware of some, and others she denies.  When the book starts getting into the conspiracy, it becomes a bit more plot driven (as opposed to character driven), but even so, Jazz felt like a well-rounded, dynamic character.

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You: A Novel by Caroline Kepnes

Wow. Ok, so let's start with what this book is about. It's pretty clear from the beginning of the book that there is something off about the narrator, Joe Goldberg. Then he goes from kind of creepy to out right stalker when he falls for a pretty girl who happens to walk into his book shop one day. All the time that he is following, befriending, dating, and stalking this girl, he is very clear that he is doing it all for her benefit. He is helping her.

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A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab

There are two things that I feel are important to put out there before I review A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab.

  1. I mostly listened to the audiobook (available from Audible), and I have to admit that I found my mind wandering many times because it just did not keep me interested (the beginning especially).  And...
  2. If this book had not been personally recommended to me by a friend, I would have stopped reading within the first fifty pages.
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Let's Follow Cas

Cas the Bunny lives in my backyard.  He's lived there longer than I've lived in my house.  When I first moved into my new house in the fall of 2016, I wanted to plant a tree in my yard that came from a tree my parents had in their yard all throughout my childhood.  The kind of tree is called a Japanese Maple tree, but we refer to it as the Phoenix tree because of a story wherein my dad got sick of beating around the branches while doing yard work and cut the tree back to almost nothing.  But, just like the phoenix rising from the ashes, the tree came back to life and didn't just live but flourish.

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