Sarah Beth Durst, Ice. Ah, the hazards of making a fairy tale into a modern novel. This was very well-written, and of course I am a sucker for all things snowy and Arctic. But the protagonist--the protagonist deserved better than her love interest. She deserved someone who didn't pout and mess with her [spoiler] and generally not get that, "Hey, dude, I need something to do all day when you are out doing magic stuff," was not such a huge thing to ask and in fact was a thing that one might anticipate, female persons being actual full-fledged human beings and all. And Cassie was, she was a full-fledged human being. She was awesome. She deserved better. It ended up feeling to me like the shape of the story was too external to her, that there were plenty of interesting stories that would have been organic to this character and this was not one. But the title did not lie, and I did like all the ice.
Reginald Hill, A Clubbable Woman, Blood Sympathy, and Midnight Fugue. The first and last of these are the first and (so far) last of the Dalziel/Pascoe books, and I still love the series. I'm not sure I would have kept going if I'd started with the first one, because it isn't as funny, and it hasn't built up the characters who are fun and interesting and worth caring about. Notably, Ellie and Wield aren't there, and I like Ellie, and I love Wieldy. Interesting to see it all start, though, and very much worth my time, and I expect I'll get around to rereading them in order at some point just to see how it goes. The middle one was the first in the Joe Sixsmith series, with which I did not bond at all. Does anybody know whether those get better by as much as the Dalziel/Pascoe books do?
Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Played With Fire. Until the Villa Villekulla reference, I wasn't sure what it was I was missing about this one compared to the first book. Then it hit me: it was much less of a love song to other mysteries and other Swedish literature. Much more of a straight-up mystery/thriller. Which was fun, too, and I'm glad I read it, and I'll read the last one in the series when it comes out. But I missed the level of texture the first one had.
Ingrid Law, Savvy. The tone of this one got a little folksy for me at times, but in general it was a fun coming-of-age modern fantasy, YA, subcategory: crazy family. Mostly crazy siblings, though; other crazy relatives more or less by reference only, which is too bad, as I love other crazy relatives, but that may just be me.
Robert Ludlum, Trevayne. Grandpa's. The top of the stack of Grandpa's Ludlum, and the first I have any record of reading. This was written when Ludlum was mad as hell over Watergate and corruption in general, and so it's sort of messagey. I also found it fascinating where he was with ethnic stereotypes. Characters who used ethnic slurs were fairly clearly being signaled as uncouth, unpleasant, generally not the sort of person you wanted to be. However, ethnic stereotypes, positive and negative, abounded. Italian-Americans were the main subject of this, which is sort of fascinating looking back on it from a point where Italian-Americans are presumed to count as white in such an obvious way that I'm not sure most of the people I went to high school with could come up with a slur for an Italian. And Omaha is pretty heavily Italian-American. So this was more interesting to me as a window on its time than as a book.
Roger Osborne, The Floating Egg: Episodes in the Making of Geology. My inclination to read nonfiction is starting to grow back! Slowly. But still. This was an extremely quirky book, about Yorkshire and pleiosaurs and the alum industry and there was this bit in the middle with Captain Cook quite unexpectedly, and...it was good. It was definitely good. But it's one of those books where you have to be comfortable with just giving the author his head.
Laurel Snyder, Any Which Wall. Okay, you guys, okay okay okay, I am flapping my hands excited about this one. You remember what Edward Eager did as inspired by E. Nesbit? Laurel Snyder is the next step on that road, the next "modern children having fun magic adventures inspired by previous set of same," and I love E. Nesbit, and I love Edward Eager, so I was primed to love this as well. I hope she does lots more of them. I want a copy for my very own. She uses the older kids having cell phones to give them a bit of freedom around their town, and it is not trying to be slick or hip or sophisticated, and it is just plain fun.
Lisa Tuttle, The Mysteries. I completely failed to care about any of these characters. papersky's Tor.com post talked about how well-handled the mythology was, and I believe her. And I did love the Guardians. But otherwise--I didn't hate anybody. I just didn't really care who got lost and who got found. They were distinct and well-drawn portraits of people I just didn't much care about. It was well-enough written that I kept reading anyway, but I don't think I'll go back to it.