I turned in 3 books today, including 1 I read while at the library and turned in before going home. That one was actually pretty bad, the first lousy book so far since I started reading my local branch library from A to Z. It was a blend of spy thriller and steamy romance, Relentless, by Cherry Adair. The characters were inconsistent and not quite believable. The plot felt contrived, and the resolution was awfully rushed. There was also practically no chemistry. The author kept reiterating that the lead characters were overwhelmed with lust for each other, but it seemed like something the author was saying, rather than something actually true for the characters. The sex scenes were steamy, though, and as believable as any romance sex scenes, so for folks who only read those bits I suppose it’s not a bad book. I don’t recommend it, though.
I checked out 7 new books, though one of those is a kids’ book by Roald Dahl, and 2 others are juvenile chapter books by Dahl. I got Shift, by Hugh Howey, and Coraline, by Neil Gaiman, and 2 other books.
Tonight, though, I figured I deserve to read a book I can be sure is good, and one that is going to be due back to the library soonish, so I am reading Tortuga, by Rudolfo Anaya. His writing is always poetic and well crafted, and his stories are complex, with realistic and relatable characters. Tortuga is a book about a teenage boy who is recovering from paralysis caused by a back injury. He is in an odd hospital care facility with a bunch of other kids, a place that becomes its own little world for the patients within it. Anaya gets into some pretty geady philosophy in this book, and I’m only ~70 pages into it, but it is already a lot more to think about than most books are after 400 pages. This book is a nice, refreshing read after that annoying one earlier today.
Well, I am off to read some more. What are you reading? Is it any good?