I'm back from the dead -- or vacation, anyway. Here's a brief encapsulation of what I read over break (and after break, since it's been so long).
Blind Faith by Ellen Wittlinger. Love her work; this one was just okay.
Can't Wait to Get to Heaven by Fannie Flagg. Beachy Hallmark-y goodness.
Sand in my Bra and Other Misadventures edited by Jennifer Leo. Some funny, some not as funny, all pretty much enjoyable.
Gatsby's Girl by Caroline Preston. Oooh, good stuff.
The Love Curse of the Rumbaughs by Jack Gantos. Seriously creepy, and I don't think I mean that as a compliment.
Why Moms Are Weird by Pamela Ribon. Still in the middle of this, actually, but it's a good read.
So these are all pretty useless, as far as reviews go, and the further away I got from this blog, the less interested I became in it. Is it because I realize I'll never be one of the cool bloggy kids? Is it because it's just another thing on my list of things to do? Who knows. Part of it is surely time: I know if I don't post within a day of finishing a book, I'll forget whatever I was going to say (hence, the useless scribbles above).
So posting may be sporadic, or nonexistent, for a while, until I figure out if this is worth continuing.