April 2013 Books

Yes, April. You read that right. Coming soon: May! (Although it turns out I didn’t read much in May.)

The Privileges by Jonathan Dee

This book was on the cusp of being good. With each chapter I would think the next one was going to finally draw me into can’t-put-it-down status. It never quite made it and by the end I very much wanted to put it down but finished anyway.

*spoiler alert*

It did make me think a lot, though. Becoming really really rich would be kind of awful. Because while you may keep your head on (relatively) straight it’s much harder to raise your kids to be responsible people with common sense when surrounded by all that money and other rich kids. What good is all that money if your daughter is basically a junkie?

The Leopard by Jo NesboPhantom by Jo Nesbo


I don’t know what’s going on in Norway, but, man, Norweigan authors (the popular ones at least – Stieg Larsson, Jo Nesbo) can give me nightmares like no other. Then make me want to come back for more.

I did skim through/skip over the torture scenes (though there really weren’t that many) and get sick of the “Oh! A lightbulb just came on and I’ve solved the clue!” stuff, but these were amazing books. I would have given them 5 stars if I’d read every word or recommend that you do, but some of it is just too disturbing. He’s quite the student of obscure torture techniques.

Daddy’s Gone A Hunting by Mary Higgins Clark

This was not bad. Not as bad as her last one, at least. I’m getting sick of all of her characters (in every book) eating the same meals, though. You like pasta with clam sauce, Mary. We get it.

Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan

Everyone raved over this book. I liked it, but it wasn’t at all what I was expecting and I was a little disappointed. I wish my expectations hadn’t been so high.

The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh

This was a beautiful book. I don’t normally like to read this kind of thing (tortured person learns to love), but I loved this. I finished it over a month ago and still think about it.


  1. I’m listening to Jo Nesbo Nemesis right now. Quite like – not quite The Snowman but very good.

  2. Stieg Larsson was Swedish, though, wasn’t he? I haven’t read any Jo Nesbø, but his name keeps popping up and I think I should. I don’t know if I can handle it, though. I’m the last person on Earth reading The Hunger Games books, and they’re giving me nightmares!

    I really liked The Language of Flowers, too. I’m thinking about picking it for my book group when it’s my turn again.