Scarlett – Alexandra Ripley
I alternately loved and absolutely abhorred the heroine, respecting her spunk and tenacity one minute and despising her weakness for Southern high society the next. I also pictured Vivien Leigh and Clark Gable the. entire. time.
Catching Fire – Suzanne Collins
The second book in the Hunger Games trilogy was a one sitting read to be sure, briefly broken only for mock duck pad thai, medium spiciness of course.
Farm City – Novella Carpenter
This fantastic book makes every aspect of urban farming seem utterly approachable and delightful (albeit almost certainly messy). I want backyard chickens and raised beds brimming with vegetables immediately.
Mockingjay – Suzanne Collins
I couldn’t resist the final installation of the Hunger Games trilogy. These books are like candy; addictive yet easily forgotten once consumed. Worth reading for the sheer adrenaline thrill, but as with many series I wasn’t really satisfied with the ending.
Mathilda Savitch – Victor Lodato
Fabulous and utterly disarming. Novels written from the voice of an adolescent can be quite awful or spot on, and this was certainly the latter.
“I want something else, but the words for it haven’t been invented yet.”
Plenty – Alisa Smith and J.B. MacKinnon
This was my second read of this delightful account of a year of local eating (something I don’t often do because there are JUST SO MANY wonderful books in the world, so why return to the same ones all the time?) in British Columbia, a place I hope to visit that is so near and dear to my other heart home, the Puget Sound area.
“Making jam had taken all afternoon and evening, but the last thing I’d call it was work. It was living.”
A fun postscript: one of the Freshly Pressed posts of today is also about books read in January! And the author and I not only have two books in common, but another of her reviews is of a book that’s in my library queue. What a small, beautiful world…