Books, left over from 2009

Please don't feel obligated to read this. I'm just wrapping up last year's booklist. Since we're 3 months into 2010, I figured it was about time. How am I doing on my 52 book list this year? Well, 3 months in, I have read 3 books. That's all. And I probably won't get around to blogging about them for another 3 months.

Until then, here is the last of my 2009 list:


Heartland by Davis Bunn

B+
Very different, very entertaining. It was a nice, fun read. It offered an inside glimpse of Hollywood and television and all the corruption that goes with them. It also offered a glimpse of what could be. Heartland is the name of a fictional t.v. series. Somehow, the main character comes to life and finds himself on the recording set. The actor representing him was just fired and he conveniently steps into fix all the wrongs, just like the fictitious character from whence he came.



A Time to Embrace
by Karen Kingsbury

B
Classic Kingsbury, in the vein of Hallmark Movies. I didn't realize it was the second book in a series until midway through the book and that is only because I finally happened to read the back of the book. It reads fine as a stand alone novel. This installment is about the trials of a family (Kingsbury) after the football coach dad is paralyzed in a car accident caused by a street race between two of his football students. The family deals with forgiveness, pornography, faith, and more and wraps it all up with a wet, teary bow. Mushy mind-candy, but good for the soul.

Agnes Grey
by Anne Bronte

C
Blech. Remind me to stop trying the Brontes. The books are beautifully written, full of lyrical prose, but good grief, could the characters possess some good sense without self-righteousness? Please? Agnes Grey is supposed to be based on the author's personal experiences as a governess. It is touted as "a landmark work of literature dealing with the social and moral evolution of English society during the last century." To me, it read as a bitter gripe-session about people by whom the author felt abused. She played the self-declared martyr in every possible discomfort and was quick to point out how much better she was than her employers and students and everyone in the world in general. Believing her accounts, she most likely was, but, well, I don't. I think she was a self-centered twit who needed to get over herself. But that's just me.

Green

by Ted Dekker

C

A prequel to the Circle books. If I hadn't read the Circle books, I probably would not have enjoyed it. Freaky weird. I think it is fascinating that Dekker can write from the perspective of crazy, possessed devil worshipers. His talent is obvious, yes, but it's disturbing and not my preference. Theologically.....let's not even go there. But since I DID read the Circle series, I loved it and couldn't put it down until it was finished.

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