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Books In My Life As Of Late

Books, specifically audiobooks, are my faithful companion. Each evening I am put to bed with my iPad and an audiobook queued up. I fall asleep to a story which keeps my mind occupied and out of dangerous territory.

Today I finish "reading" Kathy Reichs' "Seizure", about four intrepid kids who've had their DNA crossed with wolf DNA (read "Virals" for that story), Who go on a hunt for pirate's booty to save their parent's jobs and to keep their "pack" together. It's a great little romp on the east coast, Charlestown, South Carolina.

I've also read the Night Huntress series and followed the exploits of undead Bones and half-breed Kathryn "Kat" Crawfield. Including "Up From the Grave" By Jeaniene Frost. "Shiver", "Linger", and "Forever" by Maggie Stiefvater was a trilogy about kids getting a virus by being bitten by other infected wolves. The characters are likeable, hateable, and in between. The ending is mostly happy but since there's a new volume out, maybe not so much.  I cannot wait to get "Sinner" in my queue.

James Patterson is back on my hot list since I've rediscovered the bird kids. I read "Max" last year and loved it but dropped the series. I found it again at the library and read "School's Out Forever" and am re-hooked. Now, I have to go back and read "Angel" and "Fang". 

My sister, Renee, turned me on to both the Infernal Devices series as well as the Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare. Most of which I read in blessed hardcover when I was able. This year I heard "Clockwork Prince". Need I say that I loved it? She also talked up "Cinder", "Scarlet", and "Cress" by Marissa Meyer which are based loosely upon the fairy tales, "Cinderella", "Little Red Riding Hood", and "Rapunzel" with a sci-fi twist and entertwined. They are brilliantly crafted.

Additionally, I revisited Stephen King by listening to another installment of his magnum opus, the Dark Tower series, "the Wastelands". Might I say, "Really?! "? And "WTF? ".  Who ends a long series like this with a request that if enough readers clamor for another book he might write it?  I guess I better find out if he wrote another or if he left us hanging.

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