The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton This was handed to me and described as being comparble to The Night Circus by Erin Morganstern. I loved The Night Circus. And this, yet again, proves my point that we need to stop selling books as being like other books. Because I went into this book with seriously high expectations that, while not entirely dashed, were never quite satisfied. For a first novel, this was a lovely attempt and was an interesting read. But something just never
Or in English... GOODBYE! Well, I failed. I still have not finished Don Quixote. I'll join his crazy windmill-fighting ass again once I'm back from BearAllen's Mediterranean Adventure™. But for now, I'm allowing myself, for eight WHOLE days, to read whatever I want to read. It'll be glorioooooooooooous!
So far my list consists of these definites:
11/22/63 by Stephen King (thanks for lending it to me, Jen!)
Let's Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson (aka The Blo