Wally Death’s End was bizarre. Left me with weird questions.
A Memory Called Empire was ok iirc. It didn’t bore me completely.
Currently trudging through A Declaration of The Rights of Magicians by H.G. Parry. IDK, this brand of historical fantasy just isn’t hitting the right buttons. Though I do think the story would be better serviced visually.
Finished the Baby Ganesh Agency Investigation series from Vaseem Khan. Indian crime fiction? Yep. Enjoyable enough the whole series even if a bit ‘cute’ occasionally, but book 5 was snoozy.
Mexican Gothic, by Silvia Moreno-Garcia was… fine. But not a good kind of fine. As a plus, it wasn’t predictable– yet the gothicness was nothing new; the reveal however, was just <wth?!>.
Also occasionally reading a book in the Donovan series by W. Michael Gear. It’s generally a strange blend of familiar things… 80s flicks like Commando and Predator, some of those spaghetti westerns and pioneer films of the 70s. Super macho, but there’s also a strong feminist vein running throughout. Or maybe it’s solely an excess of confidence. Pulpy, but different.