My wife loves beautiful books. This was her favorite book of the last six-ish months, and I see why. It takes a little while to get going, but once the storylines and timelines come together the book burns bright and glorious. Arguably skitters on the edge of YA, but that doesn't matter--that's probably because the love stuff is mostly chaste, especially in the mind of someone who's just read a book by Christopher Moore--and it's not as though YA is bad, exactly, and I suspect Ms. Harrow just wrote the story she had, and let things like reader categories and genre sort themselves out.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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