Two idiotic protagonists, a surprisingly racist narrative considering the male protagonist is half Native American, way more plots than Michaels can handle, and a lot of weirdness ("imp" is not a cute pet name, I don't care what timeline your story is in) make for a supremely unsatisfactory romance.

This stunning and delightfully crafted novel is at once a laugh-til-you-hiccup view of the midwest and a near-mythical romp through the vagaries of academics. There is not a topic it doesn't satirize with a wink, from farm life to conspiracies to impeccable secretaries to navel-gazing novelists to maddening money-lovers to college relationships. It is definitely unlike anything else I've ever read.

A brilliantly crafted thriller, The Chemist managed to keep my heart pounding through every scene. I loved the science and the paranoia and how real it all seemed. The characters were wonderfully imagined (even the dogs seemed real!). Would recommend to anyone looking for a smart, concise, romance-tinged, exciting novel.

This is the kind of novel that brings you to tears no matter how many times you've read it.

Conor's mother has cancer, and he is struggling to come to terms with this fact -- and with the monster in his backyard.

It's a marvelous blend of excruciating life, ancient fairy tale, and dark illustration that combines to make a story about loss and letting go that is as poignant as they come.

This painful and painfully hilarious memoir is full of punchy one liners and honest feeling. It is a tribute to Fisher's incredible character that she can write about specific and tragic things in a way that evokes the reader's sympathy and laughter. She will be missed.

One of the many things I did not like about this book was the unimaginative and dull sex scenes. One of the many things I hated about this book is that the love interest is a 1990 precursor to Christian Grey, only without the sex. You can't be a psychotic dick who refuses to let your love interest make her own decisions about food, let alone her career, and then emotionally manipulate her into getting married and quitting her dream job to raise your children from your previous marriage, without having some weapons-grade incredible sex scenes. This book was so appallingly fucked up I felt gross even holding it in my hand.

Miss Marple is always a delight, and her final book is no exception. I read this when I was 10 and it is just as good re-read at 26. I just love the way Christie tells stories.

This fascinating book is about the cholera epidemic that instigated a scientific revolution that we still feel the reverberations of today. But it is also a study of sociology and city dwelling, science and superstition, belief and fear, the things a life is made up of, biology, and wonder. This is a well-written, easy to devour book full of amazing facts that might just change the way you see the world around you.

Elegant and intricate.