books

It's possible, maybe even likely, that I have some sort of reading malaise going on this fall. Read Maggie Stiefvater's Raven Boys during the summer, never reviewed it, started Dream Thieves and never finished it, started Patrice Kindl's A School For Brides and didn't get very far, didn't get past chapter one of Ernest Cline's Armada *twice*, tried Stiefvater's Scorpio Races and just didn't care, keep meaning to read the Dragonbreath books while Junie tears through them and haven't, meh.

Oh, I liked Steven Gould's Exo, finishing the Jumper series, a lot, couldn't put that down actually. So I guess I haven't entirely lost the ability to read. To everything there is a season I guess.