On the surface of it, this is exactly the sort of book I hate: chick lit, in which smart, independent girls define themselves almost entirely through their (much-imagined) love lives. But I didn’t hate it. It was a fascinating, tempestuous peek into a world I may never understand: Saudi Arabia.
I've had my eyebrows raised a few times recently when I've stumbled unexpectedly over arguments about diversity in […]
As some of you are aware, I’ve been lucky enough to have some extended time off this year, which inevitably means that I’ve been reading like the dedicated bookworm that I am. I’m likely to read as many books by the end of June as I’ve read in an entire year (during a lean year, anyway), and I’ve loved every minute. It’s been a couple of months since I last captured what I’ve thought of this mountain of material, so I wanted to do another recap – although I have had the time to be much, much better about logging reviews and ratings on my LibraryThing, which is increasingly becoming my main platform for all book-related activity.
Adoulla is fat, grumpy and getting old, but he’s the last true ghul hunter in Dhamsawaat, capital of the kingdoms of the Crescent Moon. And frankly, that set-up is more than enough to get me excited. Bring it on.