This blog is rapidly getting more and more boring, but that's fine. The important thing is when I recommended a book to C. last week, and wanted to double-check the author's name, it was super easy!
Finished East of the Sun by Julia Gregson this weekend (last week? Not sure). It was okay, nothing special. But decent enough that when I was digging around for books for this week/end's bus trips yesterday at Barnes & Noble I grabbed some book about a nurse in the Crimea (no, not THAT nurse in the Crimea) by her. So, we'll see - it was a paperback, and I had a coupon, and I bet it'll be better than the other books I picked up for the rides (I think there is generally a reason things end up with a $4.98 sticker).
Saturday-Sunday I read The Miracles of Prato by Laurie Albanese and Laura Morowitz: similar in as much as the story moves along, but definitely nothing special. The writing was a little frustrating as there were times when random words were thrown in that I think were just meant to add some historical verisimilitude (I think one of the authors is a novelist, and one is some sort of non-fiction person, so I think it was just too much "local" color). Story's about Fra Filippo Lippi and how he falls for a novitiate posing for him - entertaining, but a bit overwrought.
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