Canelo | 2018
Welcome to another edition of Krystin Struggles To Write A Review For A Book That Was Just Okay!
These are my least favourite reviews to write. I think I’m a person who creatively operates best under strong swings on the emotional spectrum. Writing a review for a book that didn’t get me fired up either way is kind of like being asked “how was your weekend?” by an expectant colleague and struggling to come up with an answer because all you did was lay around in your PJs mindlessly watching repeats of Live PD.
That Dan Abrams sure does like him some tightly fit sweaters. And I am not complaining.
I don’t know, guys… Do you want to talk about this book or do you want to talk about Dan Abrams’ wardrobe? I’m leaning more towards the wardrobe. Blue is really his colour.
Alright, alright! I’ll stop.
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I’m an unabashed book series lover. If a book is the first in a series, as opposed to a standalone, I’m 80% more likely to read it (I just pulled that percentage out of my ass, but it’s probably accurate.)
With that in mind, I have no idea how I’m going to whittle down my favourite series to just my top five, but at the very least an attempt will be made and I’m proud of myself for that.
Without further ado, and in no particular order – actually in a very specific order – here are my choices.
Trust me when I say, this was agonizing in the most bookish way possible.
Continue reading “Fave Five: Favourite Book Series”
Dutton | 2018
OKAY, FIRST OF-FUCKING-ALL: YASSS Queen YAS!
And second: I’m so depressed this is over.
I’m not religious, but over this Easter weekend, I’ve decided I worship at the printing press of Meg Gardiner. And her books are my bible.
If you’re interested in my new religion, let me know. Maybe I’ll make some pamphlets.
I’m completely blown away by this instalment in the UNSUB series. I think I literally peed my pants over the first one, and it seemed a completely impossible task that an author would deliver an equally pee-pants worthy followup.
But, I’m peeing my pants right now. (Not really. I’m at work. No one would appreciate that.)
Still, this is a completely solid five-star rating, and my only little tiny, itty-bitty teeny issue is a completely personal one that comes from the fact that I know everything about Ted Bundy. He’s my favourite serial killer.
YES, I DO.
Continue reading “Review: Into The Black Nowhere (UNSUB, #2) by Meg Gardiner”
I love this idea (created by a fellow blogger, I can’t take the credit.) It’s a way to share books we love that were read forever ago, that maybe didn’t get a review posted, or to highlight books still sitting in our TBRs that have been there a while…
…I have a lot of those, let’s be real. I’m super talented at buying books and finding new books that I want to read, but my ability to read them at the same rate is like a ratio of 100:1.
It’s the thought that counts, or something…
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Hey guys, me again, your resident…I don’t know? Your resident book bitch? That’s probably the most accurate. I’m going to trademark it, but like, not professionally. I don’t care that much.
Long time no post and by that I mean, it’s been four days. But it’s March Break here and my stepkids are out of my house, so Husband and I have to take advantage of our conditional freedom.
I am a childless stepmother. I’m eight years younger than my husband. And I have to say, it really is a huge shock to the system to go from living alone to living with a man and his children, and to no longer be able to walk to the bathroom without pants on, or have sex as loud as you like, or take a shower with the door open (my cat particularly hates this one.) So, when the house is empty, we live it up. No pants, like, ever. I was in the kitchen without pants on last night. The kitchen! Do you know the last time I did that? It’s been literal centuries.
It’s the little pants-less things that can mean so much.
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St. Martin’s Press | 2014
So, in this instalment we follow our hero (sans coffee, the horror!) as she balances running from the 12 hell hounds sent to kill her, trying to solve a Friday The 13th style mystery, testing her growing abilities, learning more about whether she’s going to save or destroy the world as per the big ole prophecy; dealing with being pregnant with Beep, and of course, delving deeper into her dysfunctional relationship with Reyes.
At this point, fans pretty much know what they’re going to get when they pick up a Charley book. There’s not a lot to say about this series that hasn’t already been said, or can’t be said exclusively with gifs and some swear words.
Also, I don’t like pregnant Charley.
Babies ruin everything. There I said it.
If the overall prophecy arc has been a favourite part of this series for you, then you’re in luck! We learn so much more about what the eff is really going on, including all that Charley is capable of and what her destiny is shaping up to be.
Continue reading “Review: Seventh Grave and No Body (Charley Davidson, #7) by Darynda Jones”
St. Martin’s Press | 2014
I feel like this book is a watershed moment for the series. If you’ve been loving the ride so far, this book is going to test just how invested you really are in sticking it out with Charley.
If you’ve been iffy about Charley – whether-or-not you like her and her constant slapstick bullshit – then this book is going to be what tips you over the edge to one side or the other.
It is not your typical Charley Davidson novel. If you’re expecting to find a PI case that Charley takes from beginning to end….sorry, but no. There is a lot going on, a lot of defining moments, a lot of new plot threads that are introduced for the future of the series, and one hell of a cliffhanger.
(Seriously, the seventh book was available for download from my library and I borrowed that shit immediately after finishing this.)
Continue reading “Review: Sixth Grave on the Edge (Charley Davidson, #6) by Darynda Jones”
Bookouture | 2017
There’s just something about smart, in-charge females solving violent crimes against other females perpetrated by men with psycho fucking issues, that really gives me some lady wood.
I was super excited to read this new series by Victoria Jenkins for that very reason, and I have to say, it didn’t disappoint.
This is a really promising start for a new author and new series.
In Wales, a jogger finds the body of a woman floating in the river, as joggers are wont to do. DI Alex King and DC Chloe Lane are called to the scene. It seems almost as soon as the first body is found a second body turns up. Serial killers FTW.
Let’s talk characters: The thing about these two ladies is that they are in fact two ladies. Unique, and given equal time to develop – though they have much more room to grow in their definitions for follow up stories. Their histories, their emotions, their life circumstances – it is not surface or cliche or redundant. They feel like two purposeful characters, who practice support of each other. Women need to have each other’s backs, instead of infighting, and I loved that this book clearly demonstrates that sisterhood, even in difficult circumstances, even in the same job, even when they don’t understand each other’s motives or reactions.
Continue reading “Review: The Girls in the Water (Detectives King and Lane, #1) by Victoria Jenkins”
St. Martin’s Press | 2013
You guyssssssssssss, I love Charley! Sincerely, I have massive amounts of affection for her.
I wish she’d be my friend. We could get drinks together, gossip about people (both alive and dead), maybe get high together in our pyjamas and then pass out watching Rick & Morty.
She’s just honestly one of my favourite female characters.
And really, you don’t even need to read this series from the beginning to get into it, (but it does help.) You can jump in whenever and immediately know Charley. Because her voice and her personality are clear and genuine from the beginning. Darynda Jones has her figured out and never wavers from that cannon truth.
This time around Charley is dealing with a lot. And it starts from page one. A cheating husband, gunfire, being confronted by the police about how exactly she manages to solve cases the way that she does. Not to mention, her apartment is filled with dozens of dead blonde women who may, or may not, have been killed by a serial killer. They are the worst houseguests too – climbing her walls (literally), hanging from the ceiling (also, literally), straight up ignoring her requests to communicate but then also getting in the shower with her. Like you do.
Continue reading “Review: Fifth Grave Past the Light (Charley Davidson, #5) by Darynda Jones”