Books no longer in my possession

The following reviews may be a little hazy on details (or even wrong) due to a) the title of this entry and b) the fact that while somewhere on my harddrive there are some partial reviews of some of these, I appear to have given the relevant word document a completely unrelated title. Anyway.


( Marian Keyes, This charming man. )

( Junot Diaz, The brief wondrous life of Oscar Wao. )

( Catriona McCloud, Growing up again. )

( China Mieville, Un Lun Dun. )

( Alan Gratz, Samurai Shortstop. )

( Nancy Farmer, The Ear, the Eye and the Arm. )

Onwards.

Saying I'll catch up by the end of the year will almost certainly doom this to failure (especially as I will be travelling), but I can at least try to get down to a pending review pile of reasonable numbers (hmm. Having just looked at it, "reasonable numbers" will probably have to be defined as less than 20, although I'd really like to get that down to less than 10.)

( MT Anderson, The Astonishing life of Octavian Nothing, traitor to the nation: volume 1, The Pox Party. )

( Sherman Alexie, The incredibly true diary of a part time Indian. )

( Maurice Gee, Salt. )

( John Francombe, Tip off. )

( Lennon, Jun, Gravitation: voice of temptation. )

( Charlie Higson, By Royal Command. )

And further

I am currently on a roll, which is unusual enough to take advantage of. This first book is an interesting example of how two major faults can effectively cancel each other out, so that I finished this book in a state of Zen-like calm that was quite far removed from some of my earlier reactions. I am going to spoil the ending quite thoroughly, though, so consider this an advance warning.

( Brian Falkner, The tomorrow code. )

( Michelle Magorian, Just Henry. )

( Ellen Wittlinger, Hard love. )