Yesterday I finished reading an advance copy of a book called The Little Giant of Aberdeen County that I picked up when Mom and I were at BookExpo this summer. It comes out in January, so I've actually read it in time to contribute to the Indie Next List, which I haven't done yet. The book started out really strong. It felt whimsical and fantastical and magical and all sorts of things that end in -ical. But then it took this turn... And I can't quite explain it, but the writing style seemed to change, the plot got really weird, and suddenly I wasn't sure I liked the main character. Somehow though, I felt compelled to see it through to the end. I'm glad I did, just because it would've felt mean and wasteful not to, but I'm not sure what to think.

I've started another book that also comes in in January that's called Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet. I find the title trite and reminiscent of a bad 90's album title, but the story is promising, so...fingers crossed. I don't have much energy for it now though, having rushed through Little Giant without much reward.

The beginning was sooo good! I think it was almost worth reading all the way through. Maybe.

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