First of all, thanks for the kind words yesterday. My day started off shitty and just got worse — ending with a trip to the doctor for Genevieve and a few days of nebulizer treatments for her. Her little cold just keeps getting worse. My girl.
But she really seems to be on the mend today.
So, sometimes I go on these book benders, where I reserve books like crazy from the library. I often can’t remember why I wanted to read something, where I heard about it, what it’s about, anything. But books just start flooding in, and I try to mow through them as quickly as I can, before the library starts calling, demanding I return them. I generally finish every book I start, and read almost everything I checko out of the library. I tell myself that there must have been some redeeming review or recommendation, even if I can’t remember what it is.
So, with that in mind, I recently read “The Taker,” by Alma Katsu.
I have to be honest, I have no idea where I heard of this book. I started it, and could not get into it, but I kept going … and then halfway through realized it was some supernatural bullshit. I mean, it was fine, entertaining, but hardly surprising. Booklist tells me “readers won’t be able to tear their eyes away from Katsu’s mesmerizing tale.” I disagree.