It’s been months since I’ve posted a book review, but trust me I’ve still been reading. According to my calculations, otherwise known as the little notebook I write down all the books I’ve read in, I’ve read 36 books since Shanghai Girls. The problem is my book memory is so pitiful that some of the titles I read in June are already only vaguely familiar to me, only the very good and the very bad stick out. This is one of the reasons I write titles down when I’m done with them, I’d never remember what I have and haven’t read otherwise. That being said, I”m not going to break my brain attempting to give you a mini review of any of them but here is a list of the books that I remember being recommendable:
The Spencer books by Robert B Parker, Potshot and Cold Service were my favorites of the ones I’ve read recently.
Joanne Harris books, while they are all good my favorites of hers are Five Quarters of the Orange, Chocolat and The Girl With No Shadow.
The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley
The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen by Syrie James
The one book that stands out of my list as my least favorite was, as I brace myself to make an enemy of my husband among others…
A Spell for Chameleon by Piers Anthony. If you’ve never read fantasy, don’t start here. Unless you are an adolescent boy, then it’s probably great. Otherwise it’s every bad stereotype you’ve ever heard about fantasy books all rolled into one. Skip it!
How about you? Favorite books from the summer? Any horrible books none of us should read?
Behind the Willows 
I forgot to add State of Wonder by Ann Patchett, that was an extra good one!
Huh. I have to comments about the bad review for Spell for Chameleon. 1. I guess I was an adolescent boy when I read it. 2. Since I haven’t read a bad book in several years as a result of having my own pre-screener, I’m compelled to concede that it must be bad. At lease I still remember the story after 20 years.