My Reading List from 2013

As 2013 comes to a close, I thought I'd take a moment to record the list of books I read, so here it is. There were blocks of time that I forgot to record what I was reading, so I'm pretty sure there should be a few more books on here, but I just don't remember them. And yes, I know it is a fuck-ton of books. But it's not a record number of books for me. I've read more in a year - I think 223 is my record.

Hell Fire by Ann Aguirre

Blue Diablo by Ann Aguirre

Devil’s Punch by Ann Aguirre

Agave Kiss by Ann Aguirre

Gunmetal Magic by Ilona Andrews

Magic Rises by Ilona Andrews

No Strings Attached by Kate Angell

Lily’s Mistake by Pamela Ann

Glimmer by Vivi Anna

Dawning by Vivi Anna

Bloodstone by Barbra Annino

Opal Fire by Barbra Annino

Tiger’s Eye by Barbra Annino

The Calling by Kelley Armstrong

The Gathering by Kelley Armstrong

The Rising by Kelley Armstrong

Rush by Maya Banks

Fever by Maya Banks

Burn by Maya Banks

Leopard Moon by Jeanette Battista

Leashing the Tempest by Jenn Bennett

Binding the Shadows by Jenn Bennett

Dead Things by Stephen Blackmoore

Struck by Jennifer Bosworth

Faerieground: Hope by Beth Bracken & Kay Fraser

Generation V by ML Brennan

Unspoken by Sarah Rees Brennan

A Soft Place to Fall by Barbara Bretton

Don’t Call Me Angel by Alicia Wright Brewster

Always the Baker, Never the Bride by Sandra D. Bricker

River Marked by Patricia Briggs

Getting Sassy by DC Brod

World War Z by Max Brooks

Dark Beauty by Taryn Browning

Maid for the Billionaire by Ruth Cardello

Beauty from Pain by Georgia Cates

More Than Fiends by Maureen Child

If You Stay by Courtney Cole

Dark Legion by Rob Cornell

Darker Things by Rob Cornell

Darkest Hour by Rob Cornell

Dangerously Damaged by Lucy Covington

Mr. Real by Carolyn Crane

Rule by Jay Crownover

Blade Song by JC Daniels

Night Blade by JC Daniels

Seven Years by Dannika Dark

Fathom by Merrie Destafano

In This Moment by Autumn Doughton

I’ll Be Here by Autumn Doughton

On An Edge of Glass by Autumn Doughton

Angels Ink by Jocelynn Drake

A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan

Dweller on the Threshold by Rinda Elliott

A Terrible Love by Marata Eros

Crimson Frost by Jennifer Estep

Midnight Frost by Jennifer Estep

Real by Katy Evans

Mine by Katy Evans

Remy by Katy Evans

Unspoken by Jen Frederick

Just For Now by Abbi Glines

Unbroken by Melody Grace

Darker Angels by MLN Hanover

Vicious Grace by MLN Hanover

Killing Rites by MLN Hanover

Unclean Spirits by MLN Hanover

Graveyard Child by MLN Hanover

Not My Apocalypse by Devin Harnois

Ever After by Kim Harrison

Black Wings by Christina Henry

Graphic the Valley by Peter Brown Hoffmeister

Have Stakes Will Travel by Faith Hunter

Death’s Rival by Faith Hunter

Blood Trade by Faith Hunter

Chosen by Benedict Jacka

Before You Go by Clare James

Charming by Elliott James

The Name of the Star by Maureen  Johnson

The Madness Underneath by Maureen Johnson

Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet by Darynda Jones

Fifth Grave Past the Light by Darynda Jones

Death and the Girl Next Door by Darynda Jones

Death, Doom and Detention by Darynda Jones

Death and the Girl He Loves by Darynda Jones

The Fourth Channel by Jen Kirchner

Mist by Susan Krinard

Stay by Allie Larkin

Beautiful Stranger by Christina Lauren

Beautiful Bastard by Christina Lauren

Beautiful Bitch by Christina Lauren

Soul Trapper by FJ Lennon

Abby Road by Ophelia London

Wait for You by J Lynn

The Runaways: Pride & Joy by Marvel

Pandaemonium by Ben Macallan

Taken by Kelli Maine

No Takebacks by Kelli Maine

The Stone Demon by Karen Mahoney

Desert Tales by Melissa Marr

The Eidolon by Libby McGugan

Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire

Walking Disaster by Jamie McGuire

Chimes At Midnight by Seanan McGuire

Sometimes Never by Cheryl McIntyre

Bloodlines by Richelle Mead

The Indigo Spell by Richelle Mead

The Golden Lily by Richelle Mead

The Fiery Heart by Richelle Mead

Gameboard of the Gods by Richelle Mea

Requiem for the Dead by Kelly Meding

Iced by Karen Marie Moning

Magic for a Price by Devon Monk

Hell Bent by Devon Monk

Stay by Kelly Mooney

Blood and Feathers by Lou Morgan

Beautiful Mess by Lucy V. Morgan

The Faerie Guardian by Rachel Morgan

White Trash Beautiful by Teresa Mummert

Mountain Echoes by CE Murphy

House Rules by Chloe Neill

Biting Bad by Chloe Neill

Foretold by Jana Oliver

Freefall by Tess Oliver

Dead Spots by Melissa F. Olsen

A Trace of Moonlight by Allison Pang

Left Drowning by Jessica Park

Flat Out Love by Jessica Park

On Midnight Wings by Adrian Phoenix

The City’s Son by Tom Pollock

Come Away With Me by Kristen Proby

Damn Him To Hell by Jamie Quaid

Silver Linings Playbook by Matthew Quick

Dead Letter Day by Eileen Rendahl

Gabriel’s Inferno by Sylvain Reynard

Black City by Elizabeth Richards

The Hard Bounce by Todd Robinson

Undead Chaos by Joshua Roots

The Renfield Syndrome by JA Saare

The Ripple Effect by JA Saare

Tooth and Nail by Jennifer Safrey

Tidal by Emily Snow

Devoured by Emily Snow

Trickster by Jeff Somers

The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater

Borrowed Billionaire by Mimi Strong

Real Ugly by CM Stunich

Get Bent by CM Stunich

Shadow by Amanda Sun

Ink by Amanda Sun

After Math by Denise Grover Swank

The Girl Who Would Be King by Kelly Thompson

Slashback by Rob Thurman

Trouble by Samantha Towle

Preservation by Rachel Wade

All the Time in the World by Shiloh Walker

Hunter’s Choice by Shiloh Walker

Wrecked by Shiloh Walker

Vampire Assassin by Samantha Warren

Easy by Tamara Webber

Along Came a Demon by Linda Welch

Red Headed Stepchild by Jaye Wells

The Mage in Black by Jaye Wells

Green-Eyed Demon by Jaye Wells

Silver-Tongued Devil by Jaye Wells

Blue-Blooded Vamp by Jaye Wells

Bait Dog by Chuck Wendig

Blackbirds by Chuck Wendig

Mockingbird by Chuck Wendig

Blue Blazes by Chuck Wendig

Unclean Spirits by Chuck Wendig

Such A Pretty Girl by Laura Wiess

Falling Into You by Jasinda Wilder

Tab Bennett and the InBetween by Jes Young

Underneath by Jes Young

On Dublin Street by Samantha Young

Down London Road by Samantha Young

Into the Deep by Samantha Young

Until Fountain Bridge by Samantha Young

There were some really amazing books in this list and some real shit storms of garbage. And it wasn't all urban fantasy. This year was a mix of urban fantasy, contemporary romance and mystery - both adult and young adult. I found some authors who I'll follow forever.

I'm sorry I've fallen off the blogging grid (not that I was all that on it) but life has been challenging with my soon-to-be 19 year old aspie son at home. Blogging is a luxury I cannot afford. But I do tweet under UnseelieMe if you want to look for me there. 

If you're still following me (and there were only 7 of you, so...), I hope you had wonderful holidays. And I hope your New Year brings you happiness. 

Karen

An Emo Post about Boston

I live about 35 minutes south of Boston. Some of my favorite things to do are to go into the city and roam Faneuil Hall, visit the aquarium, shop the Pru and Copley Place (not that I can afford anything there, but hey). When I lived closer to the city and was single, I was in there a lot. In fact, I worked in the Hancock Building for a period of time as a temp. I'd walk to Boston Garden for lunch - I was bit by a duck there - or I would go grab a slice at Pizzeria Regina. I would sit on the steps of the old stone church that you can see in some of the images that they're showing on television over the last few days and read.

My husband and I had our first date at Bennigans in the Theatre District and then went over to The Comedy Club, followed by a night of drinking and laughing at the musclehead guys trying to pick up the big haired girls at a nightclub. While dating, we loved going into Boston to eat at restaurants or drink at bars near Faneuil Hall. We loved the blues club that was under Faneuil Hall. I love watching the street performers and people watching from a bench on the cobblestones.

We've been to see the Celtics, the Red Sox, the Bruins, Disney on Ice, Champions on Ice, The Nutcracker, The Lion King, Barnum & Bailey and Blue Man Group - all in Boston.

We've taken my son to every museum in Boston, some many times. The Science Museum and the Omni Theatre were a staple of his early years (as was the aquarium). Before they shut down the viewing floors of the Pru and the Hancock Tower, we loved to spend time there gazing down on the city and pretending to catch cars with our fingers. To this day we love catching the Red Line at Quincy/Adams station, taking the T into Park Street Station and taking the Green Line from there to Government Center. There are stairs there that lead down to the street and Faneuil Hall. I love those steps. When you stand at the top of them, you have one of the best views of Boston life.

Over the last seven months, with my son's cancer scare we've come to know another part of Boston - the doctors and staff at Brigham & Women's and Dana Farber. They are some of the most amazing, strong, steady and compassionate people I've ever met. Those doors in the images on tv are burned into my memory - not because of what happened on Monday, but because I've passed through them repeatedly as we took my son for emergency visits, consultations, surgery and follow ups. The image of the ATF agents storming to those doors is terrifying to me. That hospital represents safety to me. It's filled with the very best of humanity.

The injured who ended up at Brigham & Women's couldn't have been in better, more caring hands.

On Saturday, I'm getting me time so that I can go into the Seaport World Trade Center to go to Craft Boston, which is a spectacular showing of arts and crafts from the very best artisans in Boston. It has everything from steampunk rings to handmade modern art furniture.

In about a month, my son and I (along with several of his friends) will be going into Boston to attend Anime Boston which is held at the Hynes Convention Center inside the Pru. It's a convention that I've mentioned before where kids and adults like my son, who are often met with rejection, hostility, discrimination, bullying and worse gather in an environment where they're welcomed by tens of thousands like them, embraced and accepted. For a weekend, in Boston, they are part of a community that loves them.

While there, we'll take breaks and walk the Prudential Mall, Copley Plaza and Boston in general - where Bostonians and tourists will stare at them in their cosplay costumes with equal measures of amazement and confusion, and these anime geeks like my son and his friends will share their love of anime, manga, Boston and each other with everyone they come in contact with.

We'll likely walk past the spot where the bombing took place. I plan to bring flowers.

Nothing will prevent me from attending either event.

It's hard to watch television right now. I've been avoiding it for several days, because while the rest of the world goes on, here in Boston and the surrounding communities our televisions have been bombarded 24/7 with news coverage from the scene, replays of the bombings, footage of the aftermath and interviews with government officials, doctors, victims, family members, runners, etc. At some point it becomes overwhelming loud static. The news vultures constantly searching for a new, more tragic story angle to make us grieve harder make me want to vomit. They jump to spread misinformation and revel in speculation about how and why this happened, all while they run video footage of blood and pain over and over. And it doesn't stop. Every local station. Every minute of the day. It's relentless.

Yes, I understand that the news needs to be reported. I have a journalism degree. I get it. But there comes a point where enough is enough. Let these people grieve. Stop stalking them for a 10 second sound bite. Let us all grieve and regroup. Stop shoving the horror down our throats.

When I got up on Monday, my son was already up. In fact, he'd stayed up all night in some misguided attempt to regulate his sleep schedule. Aspergers is hell on sleep patterns. When he was young, he slept in 15 min. increments every 6-8 hrs., for the first 4 years of his life. (Can you say sleep deprived?) I used to put him in his baby swing and later in his johnny jumper while I napped on the floor in front of him. Or put him in the car and drive until he fell asleep. Sometimes that drive took me to Boston where I would load him in his stroller and push him along the cobblestones and pretend we were okay.

Monday was a beautiful day here - warm, sunny, we were up and the Marathon was happening. I've never been, which seriously is a sin since I've lived around Boston since graduating college in 1985. My son wanted to get out and do something. I suggested going in to the Marathon - an idea that he nixed because of concerns of sensory overload. Large crowds, motion, noise, strong odors - all of these can send him into a tailspin. So, while we entertained the idea of catching the Red Line in and making our way to the finish line to see the runners finish, instead we went to the local mall. We shopped and laughed and climbed in the car to drive home and heard the news.

I spent the next hour making sure people I love were safe. My sister and niece (who is on vacation this week) had also debated making the drive to Boston (they live 2 hrs. away). My niece is a crazy talented athlete at 14 and they often drive down to catch different sports events. She wanted to go to cheer on the runners crossing the finish line - my sister couldn't get her act together fast enough for them to make the drive. My immediate family and friends are all safe and sound. I don't know yet if there was anyone I know peripherally in that crowd. I think of all the doctors and nurses who have taken care of us through my son's scare and I'm pretty sure I knew some of those first responders, as well as at least one surgical team that helped save lives.

What I want to close with is this: I've learned over my 50 years that life isn't always fair, it isn't balanced - but the good always outweighs the bad. The sheer number of people who ran toward the bombing victims shows that. One person can do a lot of damage and we could focus on that if we wanted to - but instead we should focus on the good. The people who tore down scaffolding that the fucking blast couldn't knock down - with their bare hands and will alone. The people who ripped off their shirts, jackets and belts to make tourniquets. The doctors and nurses who raced to the hospitals to be there for the injured. The people who simply took the hands of the injured and held them so they would know they were not alone. The people who did what we all should do - be the light in the dark.

Darkness is always there. But light will ALWAYS be there to push it back. Be the light, people.

Karen

(As I finish writing this, the radio station just announced that there is a suspect in custody. Amen.)

A funny and strange book story...

Back in November (I think) I downloaded an e-reader book by J.C. Daniels (aka Shiloh Walker) called Blade Song. It's a fantastic book and I highly recommend it. A few weeks ago when the sequel, Night Blade, came out I was excited to read it and immediately downloaded it. Unfortunately, my TBR pile is miles deep, so I didn't get around to reading it until yesterday.

So, I start the book....and its weird, because Blade Song was in first person and its an urban fantasy. This book seemed to be a romance in third person about a girl who was abused and raped as a child, dealing with a psycho, trying to remember that past (she's blocked it out) and trying to trust the man she wants to love. It wasn't well written (it actually felt like a draft), but I thought...well, maybe there's a back story to get to the urban fantasy, so I kept reading. And skipping thru parts. And struggling to figure out how this fit in as a follow up to the first book.

I finished it this morning (really, I was skimming at that point trying to understand what the hell one book had to do with the other and wondering if the author had lost her mind somewhere between the two - which is highly unlikely because its Shiloh F-ing Walker). I thought maybe I'd missed something. I went back and looked at Blade Song. Nope. I thought maybe Night Blade came after this story - which was maybe a freebee offered up with it. Nope. I was all WTF?!?!? This can't be right? Am I losing my mind?

Then I remembered that maybe two days after I downloaded the book, I received an e-mail from Amazon saying that there was an updated version of the book. I'd ignored it, and deleted it - because I don't really care about updates. So I went to My Amazon and sure enough there was a link to download the update of Night Blade. I downloaded it. And waited. And....opened the book....

...the update is an entirely different book. And yes, it is the actual sequel to the first book! WT everliving FUCK?! So what was the book I just read? I. Don't. Know! I can tell you I wasn't a fan of it. It needed serious work. But I'm glad I now have the right book.

So I guess tonight I'm reading Night Blade. The real Night Blade. So strange.
Karen

Slashback by Rob Thurman

I'm just getting rolling on a stack of books from some of my favorite authors. Last night, I finished Slashback by Rob Thurman. As usual, this book excels.

Rob takes a bit of a twist in this books - in that she takes us back to when Cal and Niko were kids, and Cal believed there was a serial killer living next door. We get a rare look into Niko's psyche since the flashbacks are written from his perspective. (Have I said that Niko is one of my favorite book characters. If he was real, I would be all over him. Swear to God.)

Present time, is as usual, from Cal's perspective. He's still his snarky self, but underneath that Cal is taking on new and worrisome depths. He and Niko have to deal with an evil serial killer who is hunting them for some reason (hence the tie-in to the past).

This book is all about secrets. Secrets you keep because you're trying to protect the people you love from ugly things. Secrets that have to be revealed to heal broken parts of yourself. Secrets that are surprising in their implications. Seriously, now knowing these secrets, I may have to go back and reread the whole series again, because these secrets definitely play into all of the characters' motivations through the ENTIRE series of books. Holy crap, it's brilliant.

I'm recommending not just this book, but every single book in the Cal Leandros series. Seriously, buy them and have a reading festival. Be prepared to stay up late, skip housework and order delivery. Cal, Niko, Goodfellow and the relationships between them are amazing and real.

Karen

Trickster by Jeff Somers

You know how sometimes you read a book and it sticks with you even after you've finished it and moved on to another? This is one of those books. 

Lem is a mage (well, he refers to himself as a trickster, but basically he can do magic with blood). He's also a con man and taking care of Mags, who is also able to work magic, but is mentally challenged. They're down on their luck, just getting by, bleeding themselves to perform crap tricks like making a one dollar bill look like a twenty for a meal. Then all hell breaks loose.

This is a pretty dark and visually ugly world. Magic users cut themselves to make magic. Or they cut others. Blood fuels magic. More blood, more magic. The more powerful magic users have bleeders to bleed for them. And the highest level users slaughter people. They're not good people, as Lem says.

So, Lem and Mags make the mistake of breaking into an apartment and discover a body in a bathtub. This is only the beginning of their troubles, though. Because then they rescue a girl locked in the trunk of a car - a girl who has magical runes all over her. And that's a very bad thing. Why? Because they've pissed off a very strong mage who has plans for the girl. 

Why did I like this book so much? In all honesty, I think its because Lem doesn't try to be likeable as a character. But he is. He takes care of Mags as best he can. He wants to save Claire (the girl in the trunk).  If he has to con people to do it, then that's just what he has to do. He's practical. And compared to his fellow mages, he's a damned saint. 

I loved this book from the first page. It's dark and gritty and it bleeds hopelessness at the same time it gives you hope that Lem can do what needs to be done. Where it ends up....well, you'll have to read it to find out. Let's just say Lem is tested in ways that would break most people. But he's smart, tough, resolute and persistent. 

This is a definite must read if you like dark urban fantasy. I can't wait for the next book to come out. 

Karen

Is It Seriously March??

I think I entered a time warp. Damn.

(sigh)

I've probably lost what few people visit this blog, and am blogging to myself. That's just sad, you know? But blog I will...

I've been reading a lot. I've read some really fantastic urban fantasy books, some deliciously smutty books (don't judge me - I'm keeping myself sane), and a few bombs. Even the bombs have been an escape from my life, though, so I can't complain. I'm making a commitment to whoever is out there that I'm going to start blogging about the books, because I've discovered some really interesting authors.

My life is chaotic. Kiddo turned 18, which is scary & challenging. He's taking a couple of courses at community college (one he loves, one he's withdrawing from). I remind myself that at least this withdrawal is only $600 lost, compared to last semesters spectacular failure which cost us over $16,000. He thinks he's doing well - and he's happy with the way his life is, but from my end I'm dealing with a sullen, erratic, volatile, uncompromising dictator. Aspergers is part of it, but not all.

My beastie has been another source of stress for me. We've been back and forth to the vets since October dealing with what we thought was an injury to his leg. That led to xrays which showed the beginnings of arthritis in both his lower spine and the leg he was favoring. Over the last few months, things have progressively gotten worse. There have been tests, expensive meds, more xrays, emergency visits - which in the end has led to the diagnosis of systemic lupus. He can no longer sit at all, or stand from a lying position. The stairs require the help of a sling under his belly. For now, he's stable and not in pain, and I'm hoping with the coming of warm weather, some of his symptoms will subside. We'll see. I'm pretty emotional about it, because Leo is the smartest, sweetest dog I've ever known. And he's been my constant companion through all the shit.

I'm back to being a chauffeur, sitting in parking lots while kiddo goes to classes. On the upside, I've started writing again. It's crap, but at least its giving me a release. Writing is cathartic. Which is why I'm going to start blogging.

So for those of you who are out there, don't abandon me. I'm trying. I have so much to blog about - book-wise, that is. My personal life I'll keep to myself as much as possible.

Karen