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The Sunday Salon


Ah, Sunday again. It’s been a busy week, so it’s amazing that I got a surprising amount of reading done. I finished New York: The Novel (coming out on Tuesday), and got about 350 pages in to The Russian Concubine before it became a wallbanger (you know, the kind of book that’s so awful that you throw it against a wall). I’ll still post a review, but it won’t be pretty.

I spent the rest of the week reading The Time Traveller’s Guide to Medieval England, which is coming out in the US at the end of next month. It’s a fascinating look at the fourteenth century.

Then yesterday morning I started Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand, a first novel which is coming out in March. I received it through the LibraryThing Early Reviewer’s Program, which is why I’m reading it so soon. It's good, but the Americanizations are a bit distracting.

In addition I’ve got several other ARCs in the pipeline to read, inclusing Elizabeth Kostova’s new book, The Swan Thieves, and Alison’s Weir’s new book on Anne Boleyn. So, lots of potentially good books coming out this fall and winter.

How was your reading week?

Comments

Anonymous said…
My reading week was lovely! I'm actually looking forward to the review of the wallbanger- those can sometimes be more fun than both a good review and the book itself!
I've been quite busy reading children's books, but I'm longing to read something grownup this week.
Unknown said…
I finished reading The Golden Tulip this week. Which I really loved. Looking forward to you wallbanger review - I hate it when you come across those books.
I like a good book-bashing review every once in a while. Mixes it up for me :)
Amanda said…
I'm so goin to have to use that phrase, wallbanger. I love it. Thanks!

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