I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak, on the plane ride out to Denver. Started it waiting to board, finished in somewhere over the midwest. I loved four-fifths of it, but just didn’t like the authorial insertion in the end.
I know, it’s kind of crazy to read TWO WHOLE BOOKS so close to each other, but as authors who’ve been getting emails from me on their manuscripts can attest, I’ve been doing my work reading, too. So late the other night, when I should have been sleeping, I finished Curse of the Spellmans by Lisa Lutz.