The Thief

My Lizzy,

The Thief is one of those books that sounded somewhat interesting and had a good rating on Goodreads (I didn’t read any reviews, just saw the number of stars it averaged), and therefore took me totally by surprise with its greatness. Because I don’t want to spoil anyone else’s surprise, I’ll return to my roots and, as vaguely as possible, present you with a numbered and bulleted list of a few of the book’s finer points. … More The Thief

Written in Red

Lizzykins,

I’d originally assumed this letter would be for Ashers. “Urban fantasy” conjures images of saucy, badass women with weapons, which I instantly correlate with Ashers because of course. But Written in Red was actually so incredibly Lizzy that as I read, my eyes stung with missing you.

(Maybe also with the intensity of my reading; I devoured the book over the course of a day and a half, pausing for just a few hours of sleep when my eyelids decided enough was enough.) … More Written in Red