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Angie's Best Books of 2015

I'm amazed that it's actually that time again. The last day of the year. I have my annual list of favorite books of the year. Twenty-three this year, guys. Three more than last year, a couple less than the year before. We seem to be holding steady right around 20 stellar reads a year, which thing maketh me exceedingly happy.


(in the order in which I read them)

Act Like It by Lucy Parker

FYI, that's 13 contemporaries, 6 historicals, 3 fantasies, and 1 urban fantasy. So, essentially contemporaries are still on the rise, historicals are up, urban fantasies are down, and straight fantasy is holding steady.

Best New Discovery of 2015

Ellie Marney came roaring onto the YA scene with her spectacularly entertaining contemporary teen Sherlock Holmes trilogy. They've been taking their time making their way over to the U.S. from Australia, and I may have ordered more than one from Oz bookshops because I am just that impatient a reader. But they're worth it and then some. Favorite new discovery of the year, hands down.

Biggest Character Crush of 2015
Kaz Brekker
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Like Kaz himself, I don't need a reason. I have a couple or hundred, of course. But I don't need any. This thief, you guys. This particular thief. This close-lipped, leather-gloved, cane-wielding dark genius. He's going to be the death of me in next year's sequel to Six of Crows. I can feel it.

Book I Reread the Most in 2015

It only came out this year, and I still managed to fit in three reads since. Palmer appears to outdo herself with each book she writes. I'm a little agog at what she'll produce next. But it wouldn't matter what it was, because Anna Wyatt (and Lincoln Mallory . . . I mean) are clearly going to last me a long time.

Best Books I Read in 2015 that were Published in a Different Year



Happy New Year!

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