Honor Among Thieves

Honor Among Thieves (The Honors, #1)Honor Among Thieves by Rachel Caine

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

“We’re–I don’t know. Rogues.”
“I don’t have any idea how to be a rogue.”
“First rule: more belts. Second rule: no more rules.”

YES: Characters, writing, sentient alien spaceships with a hidden agenda.
BIG NO: Human-spaceship sexual tension.

The characters and writing in Honor Among Thieves were sooo good. I loved Zara and her realistic struggles with anger and acting out, and her remorse for the grief she’d caused her mother growing up. I liked her interactions with Beatriz. The idea of sentient alien spaceships with a hidden agenda is super cool.

I deducted two stars purely for the squick factor of the (I can barely type this, just imagine me grimacing) awkward sensuous connection between Zara and her ship, Nadim. Like, he’s a whale-shaped alien spaceship, and he’s sending warm heat through her nethers. I cannot get past that point.

Here is Zara feeling feelings for her ship:

The blush intensified, and suddenly it was hard to breath. My fingers flexed on the wall, and then I felt the pulse of his life force. I went lightheaded, because it seemed like I was drinking Nadim through my skin cells.

That’s a big nope for me. There is no sexual intercourse, but there is attraction and arousal…and a sequel. I’m not opposed to love between humans and sentient ships in general. In fact I would consider myself well read in the subgenre. I spent happy hours with Anne McCaffrey’s Brains and Brawn series (Helva! Le sigh) but those ships had an actual human grafted into them. I also enjoyed Robin Hobb’s Liveship Traders. In my memory, those ships loved their humans in a familial way, not in a sexual way.

Other than the awkward alien sexual tension, I liked it!

Everyone is alive

A few framed photos around our apartment are hung using those 3M Command sticky strips. Lately things have been falling off the walls, so the sticky strips must have a specific expiration date. Or we have a poltergeist. One or the other.

This past weekend a huge, clattering, cascading noise woke me from a dead sleep. I sat up and gasped loudly on a whooshing intake of breath, like Whooooaaaaahhhh but sucking air into panicking lungs. Brian earned 3 husband points because he instantly sprang up and knelt over me to either administer CPR or fend off a robber. He said later that I looked like Jon Snow (SPOILER) returning to life, pale and terrified. Sheila stood up and wagged her tail.

My heart was racing and I peeled at least a year off my life from the adrenline running in my blood like paint thinner. We quickly ascertained that everyone was fine, no one was injured, and there was no robber. It was an effort to fall back asleep.

In the morning I found that a photo over my nightstand had come unstuck and fallen off the wall, then knocked over a little mirror and about six of the 183 bottles of lotion etc. that live on the nightstand. It fell perilously close to my sleeping head. We spent half an hour the next day removing other framed things before their sticky strips could expire and kill us all.

The Immortalists

The ImmortalistsThe Immortalists by Chloe Benjamin

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I am rounding up from a 3.5 because the writing was clear and elegant. The plot was perhaps a bit unfocused and not to my specific taste. The underlying idea of “if you knew your death date, how would you live your life?” is interesting and worth exploring. That concept sparked excellent discussions among my book club! In this book, however, the stories of the four siblings were disjointed, and the sweeping arc across American history is not my jam. Overall I’m definitely interested to read what this author writes next.


Oathbringer (The Stormlight Archive, #3)Oathbringer by Brandon Sanderson

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I’m about 1/3 through this behemoth and on the plus side it’s certainly good for my biceps! On the downside I’m not totally enthralled. Some of the things that I love about GoT books–a zillion characters! 1,200 pages! complex plots!–are not pulling me into Oathbringer as much. But the illustrations are incredible, and I’m interested enough for now (on a frigid Sunday with little else happening…) to keep at it.

Took me 3 weeks but last night I finished Oathbringer and really enjoyed it. The back half was better than the first half. Spoiler-free thoughts on characters:
βœ… Jasnah: literal queen πŸ‘‘
βœ… Renarin: damaged cinnamon roll to be protected
βœ… Shallan: get yourself together sweetheart
βœ… Adolin: basically a golden retriever with a sword
βœ… Kaladin: that’s a LOT of brooding boo but I still love you
βœ… Dalinar: …I have very few feelings about Dalinar πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ
βœ… Szeth’s sword-nimi: murderous, sassy, and #relatable
βœ… Rock: will def be played by Dwayne Johnson in the movie
βœ… Syl: unproblematic fave πŸ’•πŸ’«πŸ˜


This is about the shash (slave) brand on Kal’s forehead. Stormlight heals everything, but not that scar. The fan wiki reports that the order number of the Lightweavers is “shash” and their symbol is a woman with a large jewel on her forehead.

My theory is that Kal could be both a Windrunner and a Lightweaver. A wise friend pointed out that spirited little Syl would likely NOT appreciate sharing him with another bonded friend. I have no idea what it could mean, but I’ll be back here shouting in 3 years if I’m proven correct in the next book!

Old St. Pat’s

IMG_3910Last weekend we toured the old St. Patrick’s basilica, the original Roman Catholic cathedral in NYC. It burned in 1866 and was replaced by the familiar, current St. Patrick’s on 5th Ave. in midtown.

The old basilica is actually quite small and humble. Many prominent Catholic New Yorkers from the 19th century are buried in the catacombs below. The church still serves its local parishioners with daily services.

My favorite part of the tour was seeing the guts of the 1868 pipe organ.


ArtemisArtemis by Andy Weir

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Attack of the moon woman who made bad life decisions! πŸŒ’

It would be almost impossible for Andy Weir to follow up a mega-hit like The Martian with another blockbuster, and…Artemis is not as good as The Martian. But! I liked Jazz Bashara and enjoyed her many, many bad life decisions. Weir has an amazing ability to make technical science-y stuff come across as interesting. This story has a ton of welding, waaayy more welding than I’ve read through my whole life up until this point. The moon city of Artemis seemed plausible and well thought-out, and the residents were realistically diverse. 🌚🌝
Some reviewers have reported annoyance at Jazz’s sense of humor, which is a bit juvenile. I didn’t mind it. A lot of credit for that goes to Rosario Dawson, who narrated the audiobook with insouciance and sass. She had Jazz occasionally snickering at her own dumb jokes, which seems about right. The Brazilian mob side of the plot was confusing for me, and the romance was tepid. Weir’s grasp on interpersonal relationships is shakier than his grasp on science. But overall I liked it.

Turtles All the Way Down

Turtles All the Way DownTurtles All the Way Down by John Green

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The depth and detail of the portrayal of Aza’s anxiety and intrusive thoughts was remarkable. Reading her thoughts was anxiety-inducing in me. When a spiral tightened and tightened as I read and read, I would often think, “it’s too much!” But that’s the point–it was too much for Aza, too. She didn’t have the power to decide when to stop spiraling.

I deducted a star just because the whole missing-billionaire framework wasn’t interesting, but the characterization of Aza makes the book important and compelling.

A Christmas Disaster (w/ happy ending)

When Sheila and I arrived at the park this morning, about a hundred of her furry frenemies were already there frolicking. One woman had lost her furry friend.

“Coco!?” she called.Β  “Coco!”

The woman (who was clearly either Barb or a Kathy, let’s go with Kathy) was not alarmed. Kathy sounded irked. The irksome Coco was nowhere to be seen, and Sheila and I continued our walk.

Fifteen minutes later, after completing our urgent business, we were ready to leave the park.

Kathy also approached the exit, still yelling for Coco.

“Coco!?” she called.

A guy with a beagle pointed outside the park, toward the busy intersection where the farmers were setting up the greenmarket.

“She went that way,” he said.

Kathy broke into that shuffle you do when you’re trying not to look like you’re hurrying. You do it when you’re less calm than you would like. It’s the exact opposite of the elbows-up fake run you do in an intersection when some driver wants you to hurry, but you could not care less about the driver’s poor time management. Her hands were straight down by her sides, and her shoulders bobbed from side to side as she hurried out of the park.

At the open space created between the park exit, the farmer’s market, and the streetcorner, five men with leashed dogs were standing around like a Greek chorus.

“Right there!” someone said, pointing to a long-haired yellow dog, whose half-hour of freedom was rapidly coming to an end.

“Coco!” yelled Kathy. “Stop!”

Coco did not stop. She bobbed and weaved, her head and hips low, looking guilty but defiant. Sheila and I watched from the park exit, both our mouths open, one tongue lolling out. The farmers at the market unloaded crates of apples and evergreen wreaths.

The five men converged in a zone defense. Coco, who had been reading the news about men, did not like their pentagram trap. She darted toward the busy street. Cars and trucks raced past, downhill on DeKalb Avenue, bound for very important destinations on Flatbush Avenue.

“Coco, NO!” yelled Kathy.

“It’s a Christmas Disaster!” yelled one of the farmers, unhelpfully.

The five men and their pentagram trap collapsed into a useless open-sided blob shape. A bloodhound mix, sensing drama, began baying.

The bloodhound bay is one of my favorite sounds because it achieves a perfect balance of urgency and hilarity. You cannot take one seriously, but you’re interested in whatever they’re talking about.

“OooOoooOO,” said the bloodhound.

That set off the other dogs. Coco saw the thick traffic and darted like Kam Chancellor around a tree. Kathy lunged for her. She missed. Coco dodged around the five men and their dogs.

“OooOOOoo,” said the bloodhound.

Then, a Christmas Miracle. “Oh, here, look,” said Kathy. She pulled from her pocket a little baggie, presumably dog treats, and jangled it.

Coco was enticed. Jangle, jangle, jangle.Β The men held their dogs back. Coco slunk up, ears flat. We all went still, even the unhelpful farmer. Coco crept closer, then nosed against the baggie for a treat. Kathy grabbed her harness.

The five men breathed five sighs of relief. Kathy’s recollection of the treats in her pocket, although perhaps belated, had saved the day.

“Let’s go home,” said Kathy. Coco wagged her tail.

“OooOOOoo,” said the bloodhound.

Rebel Seoul

Rebel SeoulRebel Seoul by Axie Oh

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Rebel Seoul is a dystopian YA set among students at a state military academy. I loved the Old Seoul/Neo Seoul dual cities. The protagonist, Lee Jaewon, starts off emotionally repressed. Crazy sh*t happens and he just kinda goes along with it. But that makes his eventual breakdown and unraveling even more poignant.

Even for the genre, the level of belief-stretching insane events in the plot is…next level. Once I got over my disbelief and just went along for the ride, it was pretty fun.