I did a lot of reading over the weekend. I read a few more Annie’s Attic books, and then picked up Between the Lines Saturday night. I like Jodi Picoult, but the endings of her books always put me off, so I was hoping that having a co-author would temper that.
It did. The book is solidly teen lit, and the co-author happens to be her daughter. For the first several chapters, I kept reading only because one of the characters is a beautiful basset hound named Frump. Eventually, I found myself turning pages because I wanted to see how it ended.
It was a pleasant book, but aside from some tender kisses, I’d classify it more as an older youth read than teen lit. Yeah, the main characters are teens, but the themes in the book are ones most well-rounded children could grasp.
It was an interesting premise, but I don’t want to say too much in case some of you care to read it. The general gist is a teenage girl – Delilah – is rather obsessed with a fairy tale, because she’s drawn to the main character, a teenage prince named Oliver. Delilah and Oliver are both being raised by single mothers. Somehow, Delilah can hear Oliver, so the book jumps back and forth from Delilah’s point of view, Oliver’s, and the actual little story itself. Oliver and Delilah spend the book trying to get Oliver out of the book and into … reality.
Now, I’m plowing through The Cuckoo’s Calling by JK Rowling under the pen name of Robert Galbraith. It’s the September JLC book club #1 offering. (We’re up to 3 book clubs at the moment, and yes, I’m in all of them.) I didn’t want to like it, but one of my book club friends had warned me that it would suck me right in, and it has. I’ll review it later; we meet on Thursday, so I only have two nights to finish, and I have meetings and this inconvenient thing called work too. Hrmph.
Sorry for the lack of photos, but such is life with a grumpy old computer. I could blog from home… but see above. I’m busy reading!