FINALLY IT IS MINE (for the next 14 days, that is). I love this series, about an Earth where the world has fractured into different historical ages, and a girl sets out to find her long-lost explorer parents. It fills the Golden Compass-shaped hole in my heart quite nicely.
pickDespite enduring approximately 12 squillion interruptions while reading it, I devoured this book. The characters were genuine and complex, the format - transcripts and journals - felt organic instead of gimmicky, and both the worldbuilding and reveals were elegantly done. Best of all, when I wasn't reading it, I was thinking about it, and will likely keep doing so until the sequel. (Also: peek under the dust jacket, if you can.)
Waiting for track camp to finish. What kind of maniacs run in this heat?
Still no AC, so Per and I are reading a mystery set in Eugene, Oregon in winter and trying to pretend we are snowed in. Spoiler: it's not working. (At least the book is good.)
Long weekend away means lots of reading time -- finished all three, plus a reread of Good Omens.
Starting a series is always so nerve-wracking. Like meeting someone new at a party, and wondering if you'll become friends or just nod awkwardly while looking for an escape route.
On the train to Printer's Row! An hour of uninterrupted reading = bliss.
Best part of reading the books my kid loves: bookish in-jokes aplenty.
Third morning of hotel breakfast, last book in the series (until August). So sad, and not just because of the terrible coffee.
Longer when there's this much traffic.
Deadline met! Rewarding myself by stealing a few minutes with Bertie and the ever-patient Jeeves.
Some days you just need to spend time with old friends.
