December 2022 Wrap-Up

It’s truly unbelievable how little I read this month. I thought November was bad, but I managed to top it (or, I guess, bottom it). I’m having a weird reading slump, and it’s not because the books I’m reading aren’t good. They are. I choose to believe it’s because of how stressful holiday retail is, but we’ll see if my numbers get better by February.

At least I had some family visit for Christmas. I didn’t get much time off (read: I got Christmas day off, but that was it), but it was still fun to have everyone here and play games and watch movies and stuff.

Here’s what I read…

The Cloisters by Katy Hays

Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

I’m still new to dark academia, but I’ve enjoyed what I’ve read. This is a darkly atmospheric novel that goes the line between fantasy and realism, leaving me to guess constantly what forces were real and which imagined. This made for a very compelling read, if not a particularly clever thriller. Thankfully, the whodunit of it all is not really the focus (because honestly who else could it have been?) but the interpersonal dynamics and hyper-focus made this one worthwhile.

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The First to Die at the End by Adam Silvera

Rating: 5 out of 5.

I think I’m in the vast minority of Adam Silvera fans in that They Both Die at the End is actually my least favorite of his books. Don’t get me wrong: it’s fantastic and I loved it, but History is All You Left Me is the one that destroyed me, and I’m the most personally invested in the characters from Infinity Son. When I first heard about this prequel, my first response was disappointment that it wasn’t Infinity 3. The second response was to get hyped and preorder it, but still. Unsurprisingly, it’s great. I’ve never read an Adam Silvera book that I didn’t love, and this one is no exception (in fact, it very nearly made my top ten list for the year, and probably would have if I’d read it during a mentally healthier month). I really liked the conceit of it, with one protagonist living past the end of the novel while the other dies, and indeed I find that a significantly more emotionally fraught situation. The execution does not disappoint. The characters are as well-drawn as ever, and the trudge towards the inevitable is absolutely heartbreaking. If you’re a crier, bring tissues.

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Galatea by Madeline Miller

Rating: 4 out of 5.

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My Top Ten Books of 2022

Is it just me, or did 2022 feel like at least three years mashed together? It was so unbelievably long and yet I don’t think I accomplished anything aside from working and walking Darcy. I worked out some, but not a lot. I’m still not playing volleyball. I read some, but not a lot. This is the first time in a while I haven’t crossed a hundred books, and I’ve been struggling through a reading slump for the past few months. I wrote, but not a lot. I won NaNoWriMo and wrote about ninety blog posts, but didn’t make nearly as much forward progress as I’d hoped, either on my novel or on my viewership here.

Oh, well. Next year, I guess. Here’s how my reading stacked up:

I read a total of 84 books, which is 24 down from last year (ouch). Of those, unsurprisingly, the vast majority were YA. I barely read anything for young readers this year. Of those 84, I read…

  • 49 YA books (58%)
  • 33 adult books (39%)
  • 2 young reader/junior fiction books (2%)

Of those, I read…

  • 1 classic (1%)
  • 16 romances (19%)
  • 12 graphic novels (14%)
  • 3 mystery/thriller books (4%)
  • 37 sci-fi/fantasy books (44%)
  • 14 contemporary novels (17%)
  • 4 horror books (5%)
  • 6 historical fiction novels (7%)
  • 5 nonfiction books (6%)
  • 12 old favorites I’d read before (14%)
  • 72 books that were new to me (86%)
  • 30 new-to-me books by authors I’d read before (36%)

My most read author this year was V.E. Schwab; I read six books by her, three for the first time.

As I was tallying everything up, I decided to take a look at how diverse my reading is. I always mean to read diversely, and I always think that I did a better job than I actually did. Here are some of those numbers:

  • I read 19 books by POC writers (23%); of those the majority were by Asian writers (53%)
  • I read 46 books with significant LGBTQ+ content (55%); of those, 30% had trans or nonbinary characters in important roles
  • Women made up the majority of the writers I read (64%); 22% of the books I read were by men and 12% by genderqueer or nonbinary authors (identified by the pronouns used publicly)

This was clearly a far more relaxed year than usual. I generally try to read 10% classics (and usually hit about 7%), but I was having a rough time this year and waived that pretty much immediately because I lacked the wherewithal to actually do it. I read far more graphic novels than usual (and more than usual landed on my top ten list; I was tired this year). My other numbers were just about where they usually are, with YA and fantasy by far taking the day.

Next year I’m hoping to get that classics number back up at least to around 5%, and obviously I need to do a lot better reading POC writers. 25% feels like an easy bare minimum, and I’m ashamed that I didn’t hit it this year.

But enough about that. It’s time for the only numbers that matter: the top ten!

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The Ghosts We Keep (Mini Book Review)

Even though I loved I Wish You All the Best, I put off reading author Mason Deaver’s second novel The Ghosts We Keep for a long time. I’m not an only happy stories all the time sort of person, but The Ghosts We Keep sounded sadder than I wanted to deal with, so even though I always intended to read it eventually it just never made it to the top of the list. Then I saw that Deaver now has a third book and was like, I guess I’ve put it off long enough. It ended up being kind of bad timing for personal reasons, but it was still a really good book.

What’s it about?

After the unexpected death of their older brother Ethan, Liam feels their life is crumbling. He clashes with his parents, feels left behind by his long-time best friends—who have started dating and now want to spend time together without him—and increasingly finds that the only one he wants to share his grief with is Ethan’s best friend.

What’d I think?

Rating: 4 out of 5.

This book is exactly what it advertises itself as. It is about a character drowning in grief, and their grief isn’t pretty. It’s messy and ugly, and it drives wedges between Liam and the people that they most need to support them (and who most need their support). Grief isn’t just being sad: there’s sadness, yes, but also rage and lethargy and a whole host of other uncomfortable emotions. 

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Vengeful (Mini Book Review)

Although V.E. Schwab’s Vengeful is a compelling, propulsive novel, it is not necessarily an effective sequel to the superior Vicious.

Even though I love almost everything of V.E. Schwab’s that I’ve ever read—A Darker Shade of Magic is my favorite, but The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is fantastic as well, and I also enjoyed Gallant—I put off reading the Villains duology for a while because, despite being a huge Marvel fan for a long time, I’ve burnt myself out on most superhero media. I’ll still watch superhero movies (it’s one of the few genres that everyone in the family likes and can watch together), but I rarely seek it out these days. I’m at the point where I’ll only enjoy myself with superhero stuff if it does something totally different. Happily, Vicious did. It has a dark, cynical edge to it and is populated exclusively by characters who are anti-heroes at best. It’s a superhero story without any heroes, and it’s fascinating. Schwab approaches the superpowers themselves in a way I haven’t seen before, and the warped relationships between her characters—particularly between the dual leads, Victor and Eli—are uniquely compelling. The cherry on the top of Vicious was the complex but perfectly suited interweaving timelines that brought the reader along for a winding journey with an explosive payoff. The story ends in a very satisfying way, and it could easily have been a standalone. 

Vengeful is a strange sequel. On the surface level, it matches Vicious. Victor and Sydney seem to be our main characters, Eli is around, some new villains have emerged to replace Serena, and the story jumps around between POVs and timelines just as it did in the first book. However, it doesn’t work as well. At least, it doesn’t particularly work as a sequel.

There are two new characters who dominate the narrative. Although we spend a lot of time with Victor trying to fix the flaw in his resurrection, his is neither the most exciting nor even the best developed storyline. That belongs to Marcella, a new character, the beautiful and power-hungry wife of a mob boss. When Marcella catches her husband cheating, he attacks her and leaves her dead; she is resuscitated as an EO and uses her new, destructive powers to wreak destruction on those who kept her down before setting her sights on power that even her brutish husband couldn’t command. Marcella is a villain, but she is a vibrant, vengeful presence in the novel and it is her glitzy, glamorous path of ashes that moves Vengeful along. 

A second new character, June, is an EO with a mysterious power and an even more mysterious past. June is a blank slate when it comes to who, but she is a kickass what. Her past identity is teased throughout the novel, and though we never really get to see who she is or learn who she was before she became this ruthless assassin, we get to see her in action a lot. And she’s amazing in action. June has one of the coolest superpowers I’ve ever come across. Shapeshifters are always interesting, but June takes it to a whole new level. I spent the whole book absolutely fascinated by her, on the edge of my seat to find out who she was and what she really wanted. (Spoiler) The lack of resolution to that storyline is disappointing—we never get her full story, and as far as we are aware, she’s not a character we’ve met before even though a lot of the time it feels like she might be or at least should be—but she’s almost cool enough to get away with it. (Spoiler ends

Compared to Marcella’s explosive revenge and June’s unexpected abilities, Victor is dull and repetitive in this sequel. I loved Victor in Vicious, loved his moral ambiguity and his combustive rivalry with Eli, so it was a shock and a disappointment to find that I found his bits a little boring.  All he does is go from one potential healer to another, fails to be saved, dies a bit, and then repeats the sequence. We don’t need nearly as much of it as we get, but as Victor is ostensibly the main character, he gets it anyway. Unlike in Vicious, which could skip to any point in Victor’s timeline without the slightest chance of losing or confusing me, the trajectory of Victor’s story isn’t as strong. There’s no point to structuring Victor’s story like this here, because it’s pretty much all the same. It doesn’t build the tension or give us a better understanding of Victor. Vengeful, it seems, is structured like this because Vicious was. It worked absolutely brilliantly in Vicious. In Vengeful, it feels like an unnecessarily confusing gimmick. 

He’s further unmoored by Eli’s absence. Eli is technically in Vengeful, but not in any major capacity, and he’s a neutered version of Eli. He has been broken, and has lost the terrifying religious mania and self-righteousness that made him such a compelling, effective villain in Vicious. He’s a shell of what he was, and even if he weren’t… Victor has largely moved beyond him, which means that magnetic push and pull between them that was the heart of Vicious is lacking. Eli is more focused on Marcella; Victor is more focused on miracle cures. When they do cross paths, it is because of circumstance rather than because of the elaborate dance that kept them circling each other for so long. There was a lot to like in Vicious, but the Eli+Victor dynamic was top of that list and it’s unfortunate that it’s all but absent in Vengeful.

Any sequel to Vicious should have focused on Eli and Victor. The problem is that their conflict was largely resolved already. Vengeful is about Marcella and June, but because it’s a sequel it needed to shoehorn Victor and Eli in there even though they don’t have to be there for any story purposes. If Vengeful had been its own standalone novel set in the world of Vicious, it would have worked better. Marcella and June did not need Victor and Eli, and Victor and Eli did not need Vengeful. 

(Spoilers) Weirdly, Vengeful also feels much less complete than Vicious. While Vicious largely ties up its main conflict and leaves its various characters in places that feel somewhat final, Vengeful doesn’t. The final scene has the air of a cliffhanger, teasing all the things we should have learned about June but didn’t. If I didn’t know that this was a duology, I would be fully convinced that there’s another book coming that would answer the litany of unanswered questions about her. Yes, Victor and Eli’s story is done. But it was done with Vicious. Yes, Marcella’s story is finished. But June and arguably Sydney have so much more to do; there’s so much more to learn about them, and the idea that their story ends with Vengeful is simply weird. It literally never occurred to me that the book would end without my learning June’s backstory, so the fact that it does—and ends with that odd tease—is uniquely disappointing. (Spoilers end)

If Vengeful had been its own thing, not beholden to the characters and dynamics set up in Vicious, it could have allocated all of Eli and Victor’s stagnant, repetitive chapters to fleshing out June so she was as interesting a character as she was an EO. It could have given her motivation that didn’t hinge inexplicably on Sydney, and it could have focused entirely on the parts of the story that really worked: Marcella and June, two powerful and murderous women kicking ass, taking names, and fighting about the best way to do it. 

I went into Vengeful wanting more Victor and Eli. I left it wanting less of them. I expected closure from Vengeful but ended with more lingering questions than I’d had after Vicious. I read Vengeful for morally ambiguous supervillains and anti-heroes, and I definitely got that. This is a good book that could have been a great one if it had been its own thing rather than acting as a strangely uneven sequel. It’s not that I wouldn’t recommend it… but I would say that if you were satisfied with the way that Vicious ended, Vengeful is not necessarily a must-read.

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What’s next?

Want more interesting superheroes? Try The Umbrella Academy (graphic novel by Gerard Way and Gabriel Bá, show on Netflix), Extraordinaries by T.J. Klune, Super Adjacent by Crystal Cestari, or Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee. 

Celebrating Victor’s canonization as asexual? You can find more ace heroes in Loveless by Alice Oseman, The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzi Lee, Tash Hearts Tolstoy by Kathryn Ormsbee, and Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann. 

If you don’t mind blink-and-you’ll-miss-it-but-still-technically-canon ace rep, you can read The Lightness of Hands by Jeff Garvin, A Beautifully Foolish Endeavor by Hank Green, Anger is a Gift by Mark Oshiro, Seven Ways We Lie by Riley Redgate, The Red Scrolls of Magic by Cassandra Clare and Wesley Chu, and Radio Silence by Alice Oseman.

I have reviews for V.E. Schwab’s other work: Vicious, A Darker Shade of Magic, A Gathering of Shadows, A Conjuring of Light, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, Gallant, This Savage Song, and First Kill.

Looking for cool shapeshifters? Ness from Adam Silvera’s Infinity Cycle is awesome and of course Mystique from the X-Men is really the shapeshifter template.

Need more powerful women with magical powers that can absolutely break it down? Circe from Madeline Miller’s Circe, Alina from Leigh Bardugo’s Shadow and Bone, Isabel and Briony from All of Us Villains by Amanda Foody and Christine Lynn Herman, and Hennessy from Maggie Stiefvater’s Dreamer trilogy might fill that void.  

Another strange duology with a book two that’s a good book but a bad sequel is Warcross and Wildcard by Marie Lu. 

Vicious (Mini Book Review)

Frankly, there are too many superheroes at this point; Marvel has oversaturated the market with them, turning a genre that felt fresh and fun a decade ago into something forced and formulaic. Every once in a while, though, I come across a superhero story that has a creative enough angle to still excite me. Vicious by V.E. Schwab is one such story. 

I haven’t been a fan of Schwab for long, only about two years, but what I’ve lacked in longevity I’ve made up in enthusiasm. I’ll hype A Darker Shade of Magic up to anyone who will listen, and I loved The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. Vicious is fantastic, and I’m absolutely going to read Vengeful, but it didn’t quite manage to climb over the high bar set by Schwab’s other work.

What’s it about?

Victor and Eli were college roommates until a senior thesis turned deadly made them mortal enemies. After Eli decides to study EOs—ExtraOrdinaries, the name for superpowered individuals who are mostly the stuff of rumor and legend—and prove their existence, Victor persuades him to take it a step farther. Why merely prove that EOs exist when they could become one instead? What follows is a deadly and destructive transformation that leaves a decades-long trail of bodies in its wake.

What’d I think?

First things first: the writing is spectacular. I usually focus my reviews on characters: who I liked, how invested I could get in the relationships, that sort of thing. Don’t get me wrong, the cast is very fun. Everyone is fascinating and on the sliding scale from superhero to supervillain, they all trend decidedly towards the latter. The standout, however, is how the story knits itself together from the various timelines.

I’ll explain: we start with Victor and a young girl called Sydney digging up a grave last night. From there, we jump back to a section ten years ago. We also jump to a few other time periods, including a week ago, two days ago, a year ago, etc. The second part of the novel employs a similar tactic; having successfully merged all the timelines and brought the reader up to speed with all the necessary context for the gravedigging scene in part one, the novel both moves forward chronologically and broadens its scope to allow for POV sections from Eli and Serena, who characters initially positioned as the novel’s antagonists. There are never two chapters in a row that proceed from each other sequentially. We’re always jumping around, but in such a clever way that I was always at the edge of my seat. I was always having questions answered, but not necessarily always the ones I was expecting at the time. At no point did I lose track of the bigger picture or get confused about when or where something was happening. The impression is of a story that both broadens and narrows simultaneously, widening its context as it likewise zeroes in on its biggest moments. The craft here is absolutely sublime and I can honestly find no fault with it. It’s excellent. 

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Gender Queer (Mini Book Review)

I read banned books! I’m pretty sure almost every book I’ve ever loved has been banned somewhere because unfortunately the things that most draw me to stories are also what make ignorant people want to ban them. For that reason, I’m a big proponent of celebrating Banned Books Week (which is September 18-24). In or around Banned Books Week, I usually make a point of reading at least one or two of the books on the ALA’s list of the top ten most challenged books from the previous year. Unsurprisingly, I’d already read a few of 2021’s top list, but I hadn’t read the top one on the list. It wasn’t Alex Gino’s Melissa this time, for the first time since 2017 (Melissa wasn’t on the list at all for the first time since its publication; I’m convinced the banners were simply too dumb to realize that it’s the same book they’ve been banning for all these years, on account of the title change). 2021’s top book? Gender Queer by Maia Kobabe, a graphic novel memoir that depicts the author’s journey to self-acceptance particularly in regards to eir gender.

Yes, my posting schedule is a little behind.

Why is it banned?

According to the ALA, Gender Queer is banned for having LGBTQ+ content and for sexually explicit images. There are also a lot of people complaining about Kobabe’s pronouns, which are e/em/eir. This is particularly stupid when you realize how much people whine about they/them being used as a singular. If people can’t use they/them because they’re plural and they can’t use singular neopronouns because they’re too hard to learn or whatever, what’s the solution? Oh, right. There isn’t one that will satisfy them, because it’s not about confusing pronouns; it’s about being transphobic. As for the sexually explicit images… I guess. This is a graphic novel for adults, and it’s also a memoir. Why should Kobabe have to edit eir experiences to make it appropriate for children if that’s not whom e’s writing for?

What’d I think?

Personally, I think Gender Queer is extraordinary. I’d been interested it even before I realized it was on the top of the banned list. That Stonewall Honor is always a major selling point for me. More than once I picked it up when I passed it on the shelf, opened it to a random page, and read a few panels; every single time I’d think wow, relatable. Kobabe has a gift for distilling very large, very complex emotions into a few simple pictures. Gender Queer is more a collection of connected vignettes than a single narrative, which makes it very conducive to that sort of pick-up-and-put-down style of reading. That being said, when I actually sat down to read it, I did so in a single sitting.

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November 2022 Wrap-Up

I’m back! You probably had no idea I was gone because I had such a backlog of reviews that I didn’t miss a post, but I haven’t actually written a single new review since October because November is National Novel Writing Month and, because I still haven’t mastered the art of balancing working full time, maintaining my book reviews, and writing my own fiction at the same time, something had to go. I would have loved to take off work for a month but obviously I couldn’t do that so instead I let my reading and reviewing slide. And I did succeed, technically. I wrote 51,805 words on my novel in November. They may not be great words, and I definitely didn’t get as far into the story as I intended to, but I did at least commit to regular fiction writing, which is something I sadly haven’t done in a while. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep some momentum on that, but I do want to catch up on my missed reviews before I do.

If you also participated in NaNoWriMo this November, congratulations! Especially if you made it all the way to the end. Whether you made 50k or not, you still wrote more than you would have otherwise.

As I said, I didn’t have as much time for reading this month, but I did do a little! Here’s what I read…

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The Night Ship by Jess Kidd

Rating: 2.5 out of 5.

Admittedly I read this while I was having a touch time emotionally, but I really struggled with it and didn’t see the point. Once I realized the Batavia was a real wreck I was like, okay I guess Jess Kidd is just very interested in it his historical event and wants to tell it from ALL the angles. As a stand-alone novel, though, it was all potential. I enjoyed the set up and the initial mirroring of the two lead children, but after the first hundred pages or so I lost interest; the rapidly alternating chapters at the end only highlighted my shallow investment. I’m mostly frustrated that so much potential led to so little payoff. It was like the front half of a good book paired with back half of a sparknotes summary. That being said, I read this for book club and found that two hours of discussion improved my opinion of it. Strangely, it was my fellow bookclubbers’ dislike for the book that forced me into the position of defending it, and by so doing I found more things to appreciate about the novel: namely, it’s about the monstrousness of humanity more so than about any individual people. When you view it through that wider lens it becomes a significantly more impressive work. It’s not one I would enthusiastically recommend as, at least for my character-centric tastes, it isn’t particularly enjoyable to read; it’s not for me (and it was even less for everyone else in my book club), but it is good.

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Vengeful by V.E. Schwab

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Listen, I love VE Schwab most of the time. Her Darker Shade trilogy is a top tier favorite, and I also loved Addie LaRue. I had a few minor hesitations about Vicious (namely that bits of it could be read as romanticizing suicide) but on the whole I thought it was fantastic. Despite having a frankly overwhelming TBR, I decided to get Vengeful from the library and push it to the top of the list despite the dozen books sitting on my bedside table. I liked it, but it is a definite step down from Vicious. It took me a long time to read (NaNoWriMo obligations contributed to that slowness, but aren’t solely responsible) and even though I was already invested in the characters from book one of the duology, I never felt particularly desperate to pick up the book. Actually, I should say that I was invested in some of the characters, but not necessarily the main ones. Because here’s the thing: Vicious is a great book because of the cat-and-mouse game between Victor and Eli. The push and pull between them is magnetic and historic, and the clever writing style highlights their obsessions with power and with each other. Vengeful lacks that pulse. Eli is present, but has been imprisoned and feels like an entirely different person. He’s lost the terrifying religious mania that made him such an effective villain, and without him in play Victor’s side of the story feels a bit flat. The new characters are very cool, but they felt like they should belong to a different story, their own story.

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I Was Born for This by Alice Oseman

Rating: 5 out of 5.

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