Gillian Bradshaw, The Beacon at Alexandria. Made me want to go out and learn more about Bishop Athanasios of Alexandria and the Nicene Council. No, no, I mean that in a good way. After my obligatory teeth-gritting at the "why does the only mode of historical adventure for girls involve them already being flat-chested?" moment, I loved the rest of this book. Historical medicine in the messy bits of the Roman Empire. Good stuff.
Ally Carter, I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have To Kill You. This is a YA school novel, and also a spy novel, sort of. It is absolutely popcorn. But it is popcorn with the right balance of salt and butter. I'm not sure I want to tell you what I was hoping to find out from reading it, except that I will continue with the series in pursuit of the same bit of knowledge.
Cory Doctorow, For the Win. Discussed elsewhere.
Tony Hays, The Divine Sacrifice. Discussed elsewhere.
N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms. Country cousin dealing with enslaved gods, among other troubles. Tore right on through this one and will definitely look for more of Jemisin's work. It is probably indicative of something awful about me that I'm hoping for more Zhakkarn, but there it is. Without spoiling too much about the ending, I think the fact that this is one of a series might lead one to make mistaken assumptions about the scope of story Jemisin is exploring here, which is far bigger than it first seems. Definitely in a good way.
Ysabeau S. Wilce, Flora Segunda. The narrative voice is superaddicted to adding the prefix super- to words superoften. I found it superannoying. But I liked the hints of the world peeking through, and I liked the way that people were not always as they first seemed to Flora, and I liked that she accepted that with as much good grace as one could really expect. I will probably go on to the sequel, which I would not have expected to say in the first few chapters, but Califa (the setting) won me over.