More library books! Mostly checked out when I visited the Grand Reopening, which included a block party with deejay and music, dance performances, speakers/readings, and more people in the library than I have ever seen.
Wherever She Goes by Kelley Armstrong. I first started reading Armstrong’s paranormal/urban fantasy books, back before werewolves were popular in SFF/UF/romance, and gradually stopped reading them when other magic stuff was involved. But every so often she publishes a stand alone or short series with a female protagonist that isn’t paranormal/UF, and I usually check them out. This one was kind of unimpressive, mostly because I thought the narrator was not as smart as she thought she was. Also, as I get older, I find mysteries as fantasies of justice wrought by police or by civilian vigilantes less and less palatable. It wasn’t terrible, but I would probably not go out of my way to read another book with this narrator.
The Orphans of Raspay by Lois McMaster Bujold. Another Penric and Desdemona novella. Pleasant read in the Five Gods world, which I like very much. The pacing was a little uneven, but still worth the time and waiting through the hold list for ebooks at the library.
Small Change (Vol 1) by Roan Parrish. This was a free Kindle recd by someone on Twitter. Liked the bi narrator, but ultimately felt like she was a spoiled twit. I’m so non-standard, my family is so terrible, blah blah blah. She had the traditional tortured, uncommunicative hero role; it didn’t work any better for me with gender roles flipped. Felt like the hero deserved better, much as I generally feel like the heroines deserve better than the emotionally constipated heroes they get in traditional romance.
The Third Mrs. Durst by Ann Aguirre. Liked this very much. Although I guessed the twist early on, it was well done and kept me reading to get to the end for the wrap up.
Arsenic with Austen by Katherine Bolger Hyde. Meh. Did it want to be a cozy mystery or a social commentary a la Austen? Kind of failed at both. The writing style was fairly old fashioned and full of telling rather than showing, with a pretty predictable whodunit. The narrator’s voice was not particularly distinctive, with a Big Secret that was hinted around but ultimately predictable. (I think I was supposed to find her sympathetic but mostly she just struck me as pathetic.) There’s a second book out in this mystery series, but I won’t be borrowing it from the library.