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Rippling Pretties

Something about these covers makes me instantly fond of the girls they feature. Their hair rippling away on the wind, their stances both hesitant and purposeful. I like them. I think they're likely strong, and perhaps a bit mercurial. I think I shall endeavor to make their acquaintance.

Mistwalker by Saundra Mitchell
I'll admit, I haven't read anything by Saundra Mitchell despite many resounding reviews in her favor. I'm not sure what's kept me from picking her up, but this one might be the one to do it. Set in small-town Maine and featuring a haunted lighthouse and a spirit who collects souls, it sounds like lovely, lovely reading and it is officially on my list.
Due out February 4th

Black Spring by Alison Croggon
This one is (shockingly) already out, but that cover has been under my skin for awhile now. I read the first couple entries in Ms. Croggon's Books of Pellinor series and enjoyed the writing well enough. This time she turns her hand to retelling Wuthering Heights. And while I may not be up for that level of tragedy just yet, it remains on my radar, perhaps for October when I am feeling misty and moorless.
Out now

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  1. Both covers are quite fetching.
    I've read the Books of Pellinor, but I'm not familiar with Saundra Mitchell's work. There's something appealing about a haunted ighthouse though. I'll have to look for this book.

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    1. I thought the same thing, Lin. The lighthouse hooked me.

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  2. MISTWALKER is a lovely book, rich and immersive and smart and atypical in all the best ways. I'm excited to hear what others think of it.

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    1. Ooh. I'm so pleased to hear it has your stamp of approval! Very much looking forward to it.

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