Ten pounds of personality in a five-pound bag
Hemlock and Silver, by T. Kingfisher
I picked up this one at a Boozy Book Fair (the local independent bookstore made a deal with a local pub to host a book fair, and it was a smashing success). Took me a minute to read it, but I was enthralled. I love twists on fairy tales (although this one is unique enough that I’m not even sure that’s an accurate description), and I love stories with middle aged protagonists (I need to reread Paladin of Souls).
I’m just trying to write down the books I’ve been reading this year.
In January, I read Spinning Silver, by Naomi Novik. I’m not Lithuanian, and I’m not Jewish, and I’m not as plugged in to my Eastern European heritage as I’d like to be…but this book felt like home. It’s hard to explain why.
The first time I read it, I was sad that Miriam/Wanda was not the ship.
The second time I read it, I was okay with how it turned out.
I would like to try krupnik. Apparently we call it boilo here?
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