Wednesday Reading Meme
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osprey_archerWhat I’ve Just Finished Reading
Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards' Peggy, the third book in her Three Margarets series. Three cousins, all named Margaret Montfort (but, mercifully, well supplied with nicknames), all come to the house at Fernydale to spend a summer; and thereafter the series follows them on their separate journeys (although I rather think they’ll all come together again in one of the later books).
The wheels come off Peggy partway through: it never gathers enough momentum to have a plot rather than a series of loosely connected incidents, and it doesn’t conclude so much as simply stop. But I liked Peggy, the strong, clumsy prairie girl who loves math and nature and can’t abide poetry, and I always enjoy boarding school stories, so I liked the book well enough regardless; but the first book, Three Margarets, is still my favorite in the series. I keep meaning to write a post about it.
I also read The Laws of Murder, the newest book in the Charles Lenox mysteries - or, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evelyn_b likes to call them, the Most Comfortable Man in London books, because when he’s not solving murders Lenox tends to spend a lot of time sitting cozily in front of the fire, sipping tea, reading newspapers, chatting with his dear friends or his brother, and contemplating whether to have another slice of hot buttered toast.
And then murder happens and forces him out into the rain and cold to investigate. It's a beguiling dynamic.
What I’m Reading Now
Lisa See's China Dolls, which has three - THREE - first person narrators. I feel a little doubtful of her ability to differentiate their voices sufficiently: it's hard to do that with two first person narrators, let alone three. But I'm not that far into the book, so we'll see.
What I Plan to Read Next
Caitlin lent me her copy of Neverwhere, so I guess it’s going to be that. I hear only wonderful things about Neil Gaiman: so many wonderful things that I’ve started dragging my feet about reading anything else he’s written, even though I really liked Coraline. I feel the childish urge to cry “Shan’t!”
Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards' Peggy, the third book in her Three Margarets series. Three cousins, all named Margaret Montfort (but, mercifully, well supplied with nicknames), all come to the house at Fernydale to spend a summer; and thereafter the series follows them on their separate journeys (although I rather think they’ll all come together again in one of the later books).
The wheels come off Peggy partway through: it never gathers enough momentum to have a plot rather than a series of loosely connected incidents, and it doesn’t conclude so much as simply stop. But I liked Peggy, the strong, clumsy prairie girl who loves math and nature and can’t abide poetry, and I always enjoy boarding school stories, so I liked the book well enough regardless; but the first book, Three Margarets, is still my favorite in the series. I keep meaning to write a post about it.
I also read The Laws of Murder, the newest book in the Charles Lenox mysteries - or, as
evelyn_b likes to call them, the Most Comfortable Man in London books, because when he’s not solving murders Lenox tends to spend a lot of time sitting cozily in front of the fire, sipping tea, reading newspapers, chatting with his dear friends or his brother, and contemplating whether to have another slice of hot buttered toast. And then murder happens and forces him out into the rain and cold to investigate. It's a beguiling dynamic.
What I’m Reading Now
Lisa See's China Dolls, which has three - THREE - first person narrators. I feel a little doubtful of her ability to differentiate their voices sufficiently: it's hard to do that with two first person narrators, let alone three. But I'm not that far into the book, so we'll see.
What I Plan to Read Next
Caitlin lent me her copy of Neverwhere, so I guess it’s going to be that. I hear only wonderful things about Neil Gaiman: so many wonderful things that I’ve started dragging my feet about reading anything else he’s written, even though I really liked Coraline. I feel the childish urge to cry “Shan’t!”
