So depressing...

Looking at the ginormous stacks of books on my floor, forget on my desk (and coffee table, and bed-side table...) this morning. I didn't have the heart to write about them all, much less lug them all in - for whatever reason, I seem to have been on a fat, hardcover kick recently - so I figured maybe one at a time? So I don't forever curve my spine? And the lucky winner was S. J. Parris' Sacrilege. I picked it because it wasn't SUPER heavy (I actually made lunch this morning, which is great, but it was already weighing down my bag) and because I wasn't a huge fan so I don't have much to say. It's like the others in the Giordano Bruno mystery series - fine, but nothing special, more or less forgettable.