League of Dragons, by Naomi Novik, 417 pages. The finale to the Temeraire series. I quite liked it; I'd been wondering for several books now how on earth Our Heroes would prevail. That said, the ending line, about Parliament, felt a bit weak. Though it was the logical place to go, I suppose.
Magic For Nothing, by Seanan McGuire, 348 pages. The next Incryptid book, this one switches to a new member of the Price family, and gives us a look into the Covenant. I didn't like it as much as the others - Antimony has a big chip on her shoulder - but I look forward to reading what happens next, as her story is very much left open for the next book.
Fairy Dust and the Quest for the Egg, by Gail Carson Levine, 189 pages. Squiddle has watched several of the Tinkerbell movies, so I pulled this one off Mt. ToBeRead. I like the movies a bit better, but OTOH, I really liked Tinkerbell's emotional turmoil about Peter.
Pleating For Mercy, by Melissa Bourbon, 293 pages. I love the Magical Dressmaking series. I also love how I can't tell whodunnit! Plus, I end up feeling inspired to do garment sewing again.
A Fitting End, by Melissa Bourbon, 298 pages. Book 3 of the Magical Dressmaking series. I felt like I needed to reread #2, which I read some months ago. But, again, I couldn't solve the mystery. Well done!
A Custom-Fit Crime, by Melissa Bourbon, 300 pages. Book 4 of the Magical Dressmaking series. This was the first one where I (mostly) figured out the killer. Though even then, there was quite a twist I hadn't seen coming.
A Killing Notion, by Melissa Bourbon, 290 pages. I figured out the mid-book twist in this one, but not the killer, so, again, well done to the writer!
The Potting Shed Quilt, by Ann Hazelwood, 322 pages. I'd heard that this was a quilting series with a supernatural twist, which it is, but unfortunately, I found it really disappointing. The dialogue is painfully on the nose, and the opening premise of the story is not resolved, instead being punted forward to the next book. Plus, honestly, the small business owner heroine sets her own hours and never worries about money. Then there's the whole restoring a dilapidated Victorian mansion with ease thing, which just feels like real estate porn. Cannot recommend.
And now to go return those last four books to the library.
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