Because I haven’t finished a book yet this week (I believed I referred to it on Twitter as flitting from book to book like an attention-deficit butterfly), that’s why.
His Majesty’s Dragon (Naomi Novik)
I think this book (first in the author’s entirely-too-drawn-out Temeraire series) works best if you picture it as a stand-alone novel. The premise is fresh (think Master and Commander, but with dragons), the characters really do come alive, and the relationship between William Laurence and his dragon Temeraire is absolutely a joy to see unfold. I even picture Temeraire speaking in a friend’s cultured, pseudo-English accent. Sorry, friend who shall remain nameless.
Jane Eyre (Charlotte Brontë)
What little girl doesn’t fall in love with Mr. Rochester? And what budding proto-feminist isn’t outraged at the barbaric treatment of Bertha? So many appeals you guys. But seriously, this is hands down my favourite Brontë book. I’m pretty sure I’ve gone through at least 3 mass-market paperback editions of this one. If nothing else, it’s a tribute to the assertion of a fundamental right to happiness. Plus, it’s got a crazy chick locked away in the attic, so you know shit’s gonna go down.
Castle Waiting (Linda Medley)
An as-yet-unfinished graphic-novel series (although collected in two smart-looking hardcover editions), Castle Waiting riffs on classic fairy tales, giving them a sassy modern twist. Ostensibly aimed at the YA crowd, it’s easily enjoyed by older readers. I’m totally hooked on learning more about Jain’s backstory and the identity of Pindar’s father. There’s also a knight character, which happens to be an anthropomorphic horse, and his name is Sir Chess. This makes me so very, very happy.
The sausage edition is coming next weekend.