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I’ve decided I must never have read the Riddle-Master trilogy in its entirety at all. Maybe I only got as far as the story about Deth frightening the inhospitable man to death, and that’s why that bit stuck in my mind so vividly.

I most certainly did not remember, if I ever knew at all, that this is one of those “trilogies” that is really one long book split into three parts. I began to wonder, with some quiet anxiety, as I headed into the final ten pages and the story seemed clearly to be building to a grand final confrontation without space enough for grand or final, nor even much room for confrontation. And indeed, it ends on a cliffhanger. I’m dangling by my fingertips here.

McKillip’s worldbuilding is lush and layered, quite captivating. You can smell the rich soil of Hed, the sea tang of the Wind Plain, the crisp piney air of Isig. The characters are more distinct in their outer qualities—powers, homes, appearance—than in their voices, their personalities, but this is not a weakness; the outer details are sharp and vivid, and the prose is gorgeous. I like Morgon’s indecision and stubbornness; it’s funny how the Hed characters—even the ones who only appear in the opening of the book—have the most distinctive personalities. Mostly, though, this is a tumble-me-along story, plot-driven: I’m desperate to know what happens next.

Which is somewhat maddening, since today brought the magical surprise that A. S. Byatt has written a book called Ragnarok based on, yes, the gods of Asgard—but tied somehow to WWII Britain—and a review copy winged its way to my Kindle this afternoon, and my eagerness to dive into this book is roughly equivalent to the irresistible temptation experienced by the kids in the marshmallow experiment. It’ll take me the rest of the week, at least, to finish the other two Riddle-Master books. I’ve got to know what happens to Morgon and Raederle. But…Ragnarok! Byatt!

Maybe just a little taste?

It’s been quite the weekend here at the So Many Books household. Had a nice lunch on Saturday with a couple of good friends. Crammed all my homework into Saturday morning and afternoon so I could have time to do other things like, I don’t know, read. I also waited for the end of the world but we all know that didn’t happen. What a disappointment. And I sat glued to the radio for about an hour this afternoon because there was a tornado in Minneapolis and I had to make sure it wasn’t heading my way. It wasn’t, it stayed north of downtown and I am south of downtown, but I have several friends, one of whom I had lunch with on Saturday, who live north. All my friends have not yet managed to check in so I am mildly worried while at the same time feeling sure that they must all be fine.

I did get to read this weekend. I have two books that I am supposed to be finished with by the end of next weekend but did I spend much time with either of those? Of course not! What I read instead, blew through really, was Shakespeare Wrote for Money by Nick Hornby. It is his last collection of Believer “What I’ve Been Reading” columns. I love his first two and requested this one from the library on a whim. I picked it up Thursday night and tried to parcel it out, but darn it, I just couldn’t.

I love Hornby’s essays, not because he talks about such good books, he does, but his reading taste tends to be a little different than mine and I’d say about half the books he writes about I have no interest in reading. But I like the way he writes about them. He loves books and reading and he has a marvelous sense of humor. I think it must be his sense of humor that I find so appealing.

That is not to say there aren’t a few books I have added to my TBR list after reading Hornby’s book. Here are the ones I thought sounded like I might like them:

• Field Notes from a Catastrophe by Elizabeth Kolbert. The book is about global warming and none too cheery.
• Fun Home by Alison Bechdel. This is a graphic novel memoir and Hornby raved about it so enthusiastically I have to give it a go.
• 1599 by James Shapiro. The book is nonfiction about the year 1599 not just in Shakespeare’s life but, by the sound of it, the social and political happenings of the time too.
• The Rights of the Reader by Daniel Pennac. It’s a book about the things adults do that discourage children from reading.

Has anyone read any of those books?

From Hornby I also learned about the Alex Award. These are ten books written for adults that might also appeal to young adults 12-18. The award is given every year and I can’t believe I haven’t heard of it before. The 2011 winners are up.

There is a little bit of weekend still left so I am off to enjoy it. Hope all of you had a good weekend!

I am now in week eight of ten in my final quarter of library school. I have been looking forward to this week of class because we have finally gotten to literature. But Saturday when I settled in to do the readings for this week I was greatly disappointed. I tweeted my boredom and disappointment and got some sympathy but I need more! Well, I don’t need more sympathy really. Just being a tad melodramatic there. What was disappointing about the reading? Instead of being on something interesting like, I don’t know, current issues in literary studies, I got to read a citation study.

A citation study looks at what scholars cite in their published work. In this case the study, done in 2003, compared its findings to one done 1983. It found that literature scholars still predominantly cite to monographs, though citations to journal articles increased by a few percentage points. And it goes on and on like this. Exciting, eh?

When Bookman and I were running some errands he asked how school was going and I got a little whiny. He asked what my grade in the class is so far. I’ve gotten an ‘A’ on everything so far, I told him. And then he tossed out a grenade, “What if you just decided you were done and didn’t do anymore work for the final few weeks? Would you still pass?” I looked at him in wide-eyed astonishment. “Yes, I’d get a ‘C’ but I’d still pass.”

And then he looked at me with a sort of “well?” look. “I can’t just quit!” I said. “What if you just made a half-ass effort then?” He said. “The class isn’t that hard,” I said, “and I feel like I’m only making a half-ass effort now in spite of getting good marks.” “Okay,” he said, “so what if you make a quarter-ass effort?”

I was quiet for a bit, thinking. “No,” I said finally. “I can’t do it. Even if all I need is a ‘C’ I can’t not do the work. As tempting as it is to just check out now, I have to push on and finish up the final weeks. I don’t want a transcript that says A, A, A, A, C. What does that say to potential employers?”

I am probably being sacrilegious, but I felt like Jesus in the desert being tempted by Satan. I’ve called Bookman a devil from time to time in jest, but it seems like my unconscious mind new more than I realized!

With the end of school on the horizon and speeding ever closer by the day, I’ve begun stockpiling books. Not that I haven’t been stockpiling books for, like, forever, but the pile of to-reads on the corner of my desk is growing.

I’ve got a couple of gardening books on actual garden design and two books on Emily Dickinson’s garden on request at the library one of which is ready for me to pick up. On its way in addition to this is Nick Hornby’s Shakespeare Wrote for Money. I’ve read all his other Believer collections on books and on a whim requested this one the other day. I have other book requests at the library but I am in a queue for those and there is no telling when they will arrive. Probably all at once because that’s the way these things go.

I recently brought home a couple books that I requested from the library where I work. Myth and Society in Ancient Greece because with all of the reading of ancient Greek plays I have been doing I thought it would be fun to learn a little about what it was like to actually live during that time. The other book I brought home is The Dyer’s Hand by W.H. Auden. These are essays he wrote and supposedly there is one in the book about writing criticism that seems like it might be especially interesting.

In addition to these, I have two ARCs that I am looking forward to reading, Sugar in My Bowl, a book of essays edited by Erica Jong

I was hit by a fit of book lust this afternoon. Do you ever get those? You’re going along and all unexpected you come across a (new) book that you think OMG I absolutely HAVE TO READ it? There may not even be anything particularly special about the book but for some reason it catches your fancy.

That happened to me today. I was looking to see what new articles Arts and Letters Daily had up since I last checked in a few days ago and there was a link to an SF Gate book review article on a new book called The Use and Abuse of Literature by Marjorie Garber. The review describes the book as “an immensely readable yet vastly erudite reflection on the history of literary writing, literary criticism and the social value of both.” To say that I was sucked in would be putting it mildly. I had to find more information on this book. And I did.

NPR has a write up about it and an excerpt. And the Atlantic has an interview with the author.

We wantsss it, preciousss. I’m certain, however, that should I go out to the bookstore and get a copy of it this very evening, it will sit on my desk for at minimum two or three months and likely even longer than that. But I still want it. Bad.

Another book I am lusting after, but not as badly as the Garber book, is Brian Greene’s latest, The Hidden Reality: Parallel Universes and the Deep Laws of the Cosmos. I really liked his book Fabric of the Cosmos. His new book, about the theoretical possibility of parallel universes and more dimensions than you can shake a stick at speaks to my geek girl science fiction heart. In a parallel universe I think I have read this book already and in another I’m a physicist. Hey, it could happen.

Between work and school and the all the snow shoveling I’ve been engaging in over the last few days I’ve been pretty close to exhausted. I climbed into bed last night and looked at Bookman and said, “I forgot to do a blog post today!” There have been plenty of times, especially while I’ve been in library school, where I didn’t blog because I was too busy but it has always been a conscious decision. Completely forgetting is a first! Hopefully it is only because I am busy and tired and not indicative of early senility or something.

For the remainder of this week and through next week, posting might be spotty here while the final group project gets completed and my class wraps up and draws to an end. Then I will get a brief respite from class before I move into the final stretch. I haven’t even done any what-am-I-going-to-read-on-quarter-break thinking. But since I’ve just brought myself there, I supposed I will start reading Transit of Venus for the end of March Slaves discussion. And I have a small hope that I can finish or come darn near to finishing 2666. Of course, there is also the possibility that I will have reached the point where I am so tired all I manage to do, and all I want to do, is stare at a blank wall for a week and a half. There is also the possibility that if winter gifts us with another snowstorm of over a foot I might just throw in the shovel, call it quits, and bury myself in a snow bank, not to be seen until sufficient meltage reveals my whereabouts.

But now I am drifting into grumpyland and that’s no good. So I will tell you about my “secret” book list.

You know, we all keep a book list, right? Books we hear about or read about on blogs and want to read ourselves or at least investigate further. A couple years ago I consolidated all my paper scraps and scribbles into one single gloriously huge Excel spreadsheet list. It went well for a while but then I began using a fantastic little Firefox plug-in called Zotero for school. Zotero manages citations and references and creates bibliographies for you at the click of a button. It is a wonderful piece of software. Anyway, because it can read the metadata about books from Amazon and library catalogs, when I would read reviews I’d look the book up on Amazon and save it to a folder I named “books of interest.” One of the really spiffy things about Zotero is that should I decide I want to borrow one of those books from a library, it has a “locate” button that does a search for the book for me on WorldCat so I can see what libraries in my area have the book.

So much for the Excel spreadsheet that was to be the “One List to Rule Them All.” I’ve pretty much abandoned it at this point. Except for the third and “secret” list.

This list is one that began innocently when I started working at a library. When I came across a book that sounded interesting I would usually just send an email to myself at home with the book info in it. But then one day I forgot to send the email with a couple book titles in it. It was saved in my Outlook “drafts” folder. And since it was there, I just kept adding to it and including permalinks to the books in the library catalog, handy for the day, sure to be just around the corner, when I decided I wanted to request the book.

Will you be surprised and shocked to know that my list has grown to 162 titles? At the rate I currently read, that’s about 2 ½ year’s worth of reading. And I keep adding to it. My Excel list has hundreds of titles on it. My Zotero folder, well, I’m afraid to count how many titles are saved in it. One of these days I will finally click “send” on the email and add the list to Zotero. Then I will promptly begin a new email list. It is inevitable. I read and I work in a library. It is my fate and my doom to have a “to read” list longer than a couple of lifetimes.

Good thing I’ve going to live forever. At least in my eternity I know I will never be a

My professor for my information architecture class suggested to the class that we see if we can browse some of the books published by Richard Saul Wurman. So I checked the catalog at the university where I work and requested Information Anxiety. It arrived today and it looks quite good. Why I was so surprised by that I have no idea. I perused it during my lunch break and I think I’ll keep it for awhile in hopes that I might be able to read it.

Wurman defines information anxiety as the anxiety that

is produced by the ever-widening gap between what we understand and what we think we should understand. It is the black hole between data and knowledge, and it happens when information doesn’t tell us what we want or need to know.

The book is written so you can skip around, read here and there but not feel like you have to read from cover-to-cover. The book has quotes in the margins, definitions, pictures, and suggestions for further reading. And a very detailed twenty-one page table of contents.

The table of contents is a pleasure in itself. It has facts like “a weekday edition of The New York Times contains more information than the average person was likely to come across in a lifetime in seventeenth-century England.” There are topic descriptions that sound like aphorisms: “Subversion can be the way to understanding – the more you question, the more you learn” and “If the structure is wrong for the form, then learning the structure isn’t enough” and “Don’t ask for a hospital when you really need information about health.” There is also a chapter of the book about language and communication and within it the section, “William Zinsser on Writing.” There are pictures in the margins and lists related to what appears in the table of contents, like the list of “information traps, diseases, and malaises” that includes such horrors as “Unhealthy comparison” and “Overload amnesia.”

There are references to Voltaire and Archimedes. Sections on learning, the art of conversation, and perception.

Doesn’t this sound like an interesting book? Now, if I only had time to read it. I think there is a section in it about books and reading where I am sure Wurman will try to help me feel less anxious about all the books I want to read but have no time for at the moment. If he can succeed at that, he will forever be my hero.

You know what the biggest surprise about this book is? It was written in 1989! Though it looks like there was a part 2 published in 2000. Still, that’s practically the stone age but Wurman must have a Magic 8 Ball or something because it all appears to continue to be relevant. Don’t know when I’ll get to it, but when I do I’ll be sure to post about it.

How’s that? It’s only the first week of class and I feel behind already, thus no post yesterday. My class is my last one required to get the digital libraries concentration to appear on my diploma in June. Information Architecture is going to be a fascinating topic and the professor works in the field so she will have lots of real world experience to impart. I find my best teachers in library school are ones that have actually worked in the field and aren’t just academics. There is going to be lots of reading, a few small assignments and a final project worth 40% of my grade that is a group project for which we have to design or redesign a mobile application or website. We don’t have to do the actual coding or programming just all the other stuff. It’s a little daunting to think about at the moment but hopefully as class goes on it won’t seem so scary.

On the reading front, well, that’s come to a near screeching halt. It’s not that bad, but close. I’m back to reading An Instance of the Fingerpost during my commute and lunch break. It is very good so far even though not much is happening. I believe the book switches narrators later, but right now the story is being told by Mr. Cola, an Italian, who is in England to try to fix some family business affairs for his father. He makes all kinds of snide remarks about the manners, food, and customs of the English circa 1660s. He just attended a play and without naming it, it is clear by its description that it is King Lear. He totally trashes it for not keeping to Aristotle’s classical precepts. John Locke is also a character, though minor, in the book. Then of course there is the fun and horror of what used to constitute medicine and good health care.

Relegated to the sidelines again is 2666 which I will now have to save for any free time I can eke out on weekends. And Manguel’s Reader on Reading is generally what I have been reading before going to sleep at night.

Waiting in the wings is the Library of America’s Ralph Waldo Emerson Selected Journals, 1820 – 1842 and 1841 – 1877. The overlap of dates sort of bothers me but I trust there is a reason for it. There is a great essay on Emerson and review of the journals by Philip Lopate in the December issue of Harper’s Magazine. I had been hoping to actually write a little something about Lopate’s essay but that doesn’t appear like it is going to happen anytime soon. Maybe once I get a handle on my class and don’t feel like I’m floundering around.

Also in the wings is How to Live, or A Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at Answer.

I just received my first NetGalley ebook today, AfterWord: Conjuring the Literary Dead for my Kindle. It contains eighteen essays by the likes of Margaret Atwood, Margaret Drabble and Cynthia Ozick in which they have

The weekend is drawing to a close all too fast. It sure would be nice to have another day. I didn’t have as much free time as I had hoped. There were two assignments due for class and I got started digging into reading the gobs of articles I found on my initial foray of research for my final project last weekend. Of course once you start reading articles they lead to the downloading of additional articles.

I did manage to finish reading Hermione Lee’s Edith Wharton. I’ll write properly about the book tomorrow. My nightstand looks suddenly barren without that chunkster on it. I wanted to rectify the barrenness by starting some new books but instead decided to pick The Enormous Room back up. And in lieu of starting books I took advantage of a 25% off one item Barnes & Noble coupon and a gift card to order Alberto Manguel’s A Reader on Reading and An Instance of the Fingerpost by Iain Pears.

In addition to all that, we had 6-9 inches of wet, heavy snow. Our first snow of the season. A good amount of the snow has melted and will probably be gone in a day or two but we have been warned. The next snowfall will probably stay on the ground to begin our winter accumulation. Saturday while it was snowing was a cozy day with a blanket and the cats and my laptop piled together on my comfy chaise.

Fogging it all up, however, has been a head cold. Not a bad one. Just your standard sniffling and sneezing. It’s bad enough to feel generally uncomfortable and blah but not one that will turn into anything worse. It took me a bit by surprise because I can’t remember the last time I had a cold. Two or three years maybe. If I am lucky it will be another two or three years before I have another one.

Now I’m going to go take my sniffles and work on some more school. Then maybe leave myself enough time for some relaxing reading before bed. I hope you all had a good weekend!

I’ve received a few review copies of new books in the mail recently and since it might be a couple of weeks before complete mention of any of them appears here I thought I’d mention them now just, you know, so they are noted.

The first book is SoulPancake by Rainn Wilson. If you watch the American version of The Office you know who the guy is. The book appeared in my mailbox unannounced and I thought it would be really stupid but after browsing through it I have decided to look at it more carefully. It is not a read cover-to-cover kind of book but one to dip into. The book has some interesting artwork throughout to accompany the text that asks “the big questions” and includes quotes and blank spaces to encourage rumination. The questions are ones like “What does art have to do with the soul?” and “How do you know when to call it quits and when to forge ahead?” and “Why do we hate?” You get the picture. I’ll try to get to this one soon because it seems like it would be great for getting together with friends or even a book of journal writing prompts.

The second book I have received is Wicked River: The Mississippi When it Last Ran Wild by Lee Sandlin. This is a nonfiction popular history book on the Mighty Miss and some of the crazy things that happened on it. Things like river pirates, temporary floating cities for gambling and drinking, weird weather disasters and more. Since I regularly cross the Mississippi I thought it would be fun reading about some of its more colorful history.

The third, and last, new book I have recently received is How to Write a Sentence: And How to Read One by Stanley Fish. This one seems like it is part how-to, part grammar lesson, and part enthusiastic examination of what a sentence can do. I hope it turns out to be as fun as it looks. The fact that I am excited about a book about sentences says just what a geek I am.

Now for some books everyone can look at. Europeana has a new exhibit called Reading Europe: Literary Gems Online. It has 1,000 books selected and curated by the European Library. Highlights include 18th century English bestsellers, medieval cookbooks, an early print of Don Quixote and Dostoyevsky’s The Idiot. I did a little browsing and found some beautiful books of Yeats poems along with some books in various languages with wonderful illustrations. I get all drooly and dreamy when I see stuff like this because I start to think that maybe someday I will get to work on a similar digital library project. If I ever do, you can be sure I’ll be crowing about it from the rooftops.

For a week that has gone by fast I thought Friday was never going to get here. There was no blogging last night because I was feeling kind of behind with school. Now I feel much better about the week’s work but am feeling stressed about the final project.

The class this quarter is on digital preservation and is in the archivist program at Drexel but I have all the techie pre-reqs so was able to take it. It has been a huge disappointment. The often multiple weekly assignments feel very much like busy work. The reading load is huge and badly organized between required reading, required but skim, and useful (which says to me “optional” but frequently turns out to be required). Sometimes the same article appears in all the categories and sometimes the same article is posted again the next week. And to top it off, the professor posts new reading during the week but doesn’t say anything about it! Class discussion has nothing to do with the reading and most of the time neither do the assignments. If a short answer assignment does have a question about the reading it is usually something read one to two weeks prior. The only positive in this whole thing is that there is no group work.

My final project is going to be on the topic of personal email preservation. Archives, you know, are full of letters from average folk writing about their experiences in the Civil War or other big event and sometimes no event at all but just about everyday life. Letters can be saved in trunks and attics but what about email? Just think of the historical and cultural record that is being lost because of it. So I am going to investigate how average people like you and me can preserve our emails for future generations. I am hoping to be able to dig into the research portion of that this weekend.

I registered already for my winter quarter class. It is my second to last class of library school. It is information architecture. The short answer of what that is the modeling of complex information systems like library systems, content management systems and websites. If you want the long and detailed answer, click on the link for the Wikipedia article. This is what I have to look forward to right after New Year’s. Until then, I slog through digital preservation.

On a happier note, if you like scifi you have to go check out Brilliant SF books that got away. Ten books, most I have not heard of, recommended by authors like Richard Dawkins, William Gibson, and Margaret Atwood. There are also books recommended by scientists. They are all going on my TBR list. Now, to finish library school so I can read them all.

I hope everyone’s weekend is full of some great reading!

From Carlin Romano’s article “Will the Book Survive Generation Text?” in The Chronicle of Higher Education:

My own peculiar worry about Academe 2020, offered with less than 20/20 foresight, may seem less catastrophic: the death of the book as object of study, the disappearance of “whole” books as assigned reading. Does that count as a preposterous figment of extreme academe, or is it closer than we think?

I don’t mean the already overwrought debate over the crisis of the book as codex—the daily New York Times announcement that electronic readers stand primed to eliminate paper books. (This shift, of course, plays into the problem, since any shrewd publishing type can see how the paper book’s demise might make it easier to digitally trim, abridge, and repackage texts in more “appealing” forms than their benighted authors envisaged.) The issue isn’t the decline in book sales, though it, too, remains an element of the big picture. I am talking about the growing feeling among humanities professors—intuitive and anecdotal, shared over lunch like an embarrassing tale about a colleague—that for too many of today’s undergraduates, reading a whole book, from A to Z, feels like a marathon unfairly imposed on a jogger.

When I finished reading the article I felt the need to read only really long novels for the rest of my life.

When you get used to a routine that means most of your time every evening is spent doing homework with only a few minutes to read before bed and then there is suddenly no homework to do it sort of throws one for a loop. It took me awhile to figure out what to do with myself last night. But of course when it dawned on me that I can read, all was right with the world.

So I finished Mansfield Park and will let that sit in my brain another day or so before I write anything about it. This was book number 15 in Emily’s TBR Challenge. I have five and a half more to go:

• The half is Hermione Lee’s bio of Edith Wharton. I am planning on finishing it while I am on quarter break.
• The Wilderness Warrior: Theodore Roosevelt and the Crusade for America by Douglas Brinkley. This is as fat as the Wharton bio. I have serious doubts I will be able to finish it this year but I will try.
• A Book of Silence by Sara Maitland.
• Evil in Modern Thought by Susan Neiman.
• 2666 by Roberto Bolaño.
• A Human Eye by Adrienne Rich.

Not too bad. The year isn’t over yet, right?

Lunch? Check. Work ID and transit pass? Check. Library card? Check!

Thus I was ready for a quick detour to the library after work today. Here is my treasure (pay no attention to the fuzzy cat behinds I used as a book backdrop):

In the photo you see Manservant and Maidservant by Ivy Compton-Burnett, five of the Griffin and Sabine books by Nick Bantock, and another Bantock book called The Forgetting Room. I did not see Alexandria the fifth Griffin and Sabine book on the shelf so I am going to have to put in a request for it.

After the Thomas Mallon book on letters that I recently finished and because Danielle has been talking about them, I had this urge to read Bantock’s books again. The first time around I only read the first three though so I hope it will be fun rereading those and reading the last three.

Now here is something you are going to laugh at. Before I went to the library I checked my LibraryThing books to see if I already owned Manservant and Maidservant and nothing came up. So when I got to the library today and pulled the book off the shelf and looked at the cover and thought, hmm, this looks really familiar, I couldn’t figure out why. It niggled at me all the way home.

And then I thought, well it’s a NYRB and we keep all the NYRBs on one shelf I’ll just go look there to satisfy my curiosity. And lo and behold! What should be on the shelf but my very own copy of Manservant and Maidservant still with the Half Price Books sticker on it from over a year ago. Somehow the book made it to the shelf without being cataloged. Silly, silly. At least I got other books while I was at the library so I’m not a complete dope.

Jen Robinson used to do a series of "reviews that made me want to read the book."

I have a slew of starred posts in my Google Reader of reviews that made ME want to read the book. So, I thought I'd steal Jen's idea and share some of the reviews that make my TBR pile so insane. This is probably become an occasional series:

Grinnell College Libraries Favorite Books and Book Review's review of The Long Way Home: An American Journey from Ellis Island to the Great War by David Laskin

It is interesting to read this book about 12 men who immigrated during the great 19th century wave of immigration in light of current debates on immigration and especially recent legislation in Arizona. Laskin's book is about the interesting path these men took to the United States, looking for opportunity, perhaps even seeking to avoid mandatory service in their native countries' armed forces, only to be drafted into the U.S. forces.

Abby (the) Librarian's review of Matched by Ally Condie.

Cruely, she taunts us with a book that doesn't come out until NOVEMBER.

I think Ms. Condie has created an intriguing world and she builds the tension up nicely to keep the reader interested. I started this book before I went to bed last night and ended up staying awake for an extra hour because I wanted to see what happened next. There are some nice plot turns, some I suspected and some that surprised me. This will definitely please fans of dystopian lit and it has a nice element of romance, so I'd recommend it to fans of paranormal romance, too.

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