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Why do I find it so satisfying to look back over lists of books I’ve read?  I’m not sure.  For one thing, it reminds me of good times spent reading.  Plus I like to notice little trends or coincidences or patterns in my reading habits.  For instance, last May I managed to knock out 19 books, but this May I only got up to 14.  Clearly, I’m slacking off.  Although 19 is the most I’ve ever read in one month, so I shouldn’t feel too bad.

Here’s what I’ve been up to lately in terms of young adult fiction:

Ptolemy’s Gate: Jonathan Stroud isn’t afraid of using a lot of big words, or of having a character that ought to be sympathetic turn into a real jerk for a book and a half, or of making you laugh so hard that people in other cars might think you’re crazy instead of just listening to a children’s audio book.  I could mention more things that he’s not afraid of, but that might spoil the ending.  The whole series, starting with The Amulet of Samarkand, is a riot and a long adventure covering a nice span of years.  Characters grow and change, but Bartimaeus never stops being funny.  The audio version is a delight.  For fantasy that you can really sink your teeth into, with substance as well as humor and action, this is hard to beat.

The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. Pearson:  This is a page-turner. I was absolutely hooked by the premise, because it could have gone so many different directions from the first chapter. Jenna is 17 and has just woken up from a coma. She doesn’t remember anything. You’ve got an enigmatic character – she doesn’t know who she is or who she wants to be. All the supporting characters are acting strangely, in one way or another. There’s a mystery to solve, but it’s a mystery of the mind – and of who we are and what defines us. Plus a whole slew of ethical dilemmas. I couldn’t put it down, even after the first big reveal. Basically, I’m having trouble finding fault with it. It’s thoughtful AND gripping all at the same time – what more do you want?

Jenna is 17, but I think it could ‘read’ much younger, and readers of different ages would take something different away from the story, and the questions it raises.  I wouldn’t be surprised to see this one pick up some nice shiny stickers.

Uglies by Scott Westerfeld: Now, right before I read The Adoration of Jenna Fox, I finally dipped into the Uglies series.  What works about this book is a great blend of fast-paced storytelling and just enough substance to make the reader think without taxing the brain. There are plenty of revelations, well-paced through the story. Most chapters end with some sort of a hook, dragging you into the next chapter even if you planned on putting it down and going to bed. Tally goes through a plausible change of heart throughout the course of the book, from eager to become a pretty, to…well, I’m not going to tell you how the story ends! Needless to say, it leaves you ready for the next installment. I would’ve liked a bit more in the way of characterization, but that never really distracted from the story, because I was caught up in the plot.

However, prop that one up next to Jenna Fox, and I’m afraid Uglies pales in comparison.  It’s certainly got more action, and but both are page-turners.  The characters in Jenna Fox were more complex, and if you want to talk about medical ethics, well!  Uglies barely brushes the surface.  This is nothing against Uglies – it’s not quite fair to compare the two, since they’re quite different, but the similarities were just too much not to notice, especially back to back.  Jenna Fox is perhaps a more literary story, but to my mind it doesn’t need to sacrifice any of the tension or suspense to achieve that.

The Joys of Love by Madeleine L’Engle: An enjoyable read, with a lot of the L’Engle hallmarks of tone and character and earnestness, but without much in the way of magic. I don’t mean magic like A Wrinkle in Time, but magic like it had that spark, or really caught my imagination. Still, if you love L’Engle’s style, or stories about the theater, or mildly old-fashioned YA, I’d recommend it for a quick read. I really liked the character of Elizabeth, except she made me feel like a grown-up because I wanted to shout “trouble!” every time a certain character walked onto the page, and she was totally blind to his inherent gerk-ness. I like a bit more ambiguity in my ‘villains’ – it makes it more fun if you could imagine the story going either way, even though you know what will happen.

I finished up listening to People of the Book just in time to avoid adding to my library fines.  I definitely enjoyed it – particularly listening to all the accents.  I love listening to accents, and this book had a great range.  To my inexpert ear, they were all passable.  Who knows, maybe they would grate on any Austrialian, Bosnian, Spanish, Italian, British, or German ear.  But to me, just fine and enjoyable.  It reminded me how much I enjoy listening to people speak other languages – one of the things I enjoyed about living in London and Italy (yes, London – walking down my street, I was just as likely to hear another language as English).

Anyway, here was my main beef with the book: I really really really wanted it to have been written by Mary Doria Russell.  Nothing against Geraldine Brooks (I really enjoyed Year of Wonders), but MDR would have made the story into something subtler and more amazing.  But I kind of wish I’d never thought of this, because it was distracting.

Meanwhile, I have 3 assignments due in the next 8 days, and then I’m FREE.  Free to have one quiet week and then jump into my internship.  But, no more feeling guilty about reading instead of doing homework!  No more nagging sense of un-done schoolwork 24 hours a day!  Complete freedom in my (limited) spare time!  Plenty of time to listen to audiobooks while driving to internship (and work, of course)!  Involvement in not one, but two summer reading programs!  Oh joy!

I’m still reading Anil’s Ghost – I have no idea where the story is going (if anywhere) but I’m enjoying the process.  I don’t always feel like picking it up, but as soon as I do, I’m sucked in.  It has an ethereal quality – sort of hazy and dreamy, but in a slightly gruesome way.  That doesn’t make any sense.  But it’s how I feel.  I’m also still listening to the third Bartimaeus book – Ptolemy’s Gate.  Goodness, I love Bartimaeus.  It’s the details, the snarky little remarks, the turns of phrase – the big picture of the story is a good, smart fantasy with complex (and sometimes despicable) characters, but the real life of the story is those details.  And listening to the story highlights it all fabulously.  I heart audiobooks.

October 2021

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