Monday, I read Holly Black's White Cat, which was really good; not just her usual complex and interesting moral dilemmas for her characters, but some lovely skilled plotting and thematic depth as well.
Tuesday, I read Sarah Monette's Corambis, last in the Doctrine of Labyrinths series. That was bittersweet, since it was the last, and I found myself wanting just one more book with the characters, who had grown and changed so much over the series that I was still curious about where they will go in the future. Also, I had prurient interest in their future romantic entanglements.
Wednesday, I read Cryoburn by Lois McMaster Bujold, which
I believe is meant to be the last Miles Vorkosigan book. Again, this was a bittersweet experience, even more so than Corambis, since I've been reading this series for over twenty years. (!) It tied up as it had to tie up...but I still feel like wailing. I lent the book to a friend the next day, who hadn't realized there was a new one, so that helped assuage my feelings a bit.
Thursday, I started reading a YA that I couldn't get into; I skimmed the last half or so and moved on to another in C.S. Harris' Regency mystery series, Where Serpents Sleep. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't as satisfying to me as some of the earlier books in the series. It felt less complicated, and needed a bit more relationship-stuff, I think, to make it truly grip me. Instead, a major character relationship is currently in a sort of stasis, which was frustrating and interfered, I felt, with a different relationship plot Harris began to build.
Today, Friday, I've pulled out the newest Naomi Novik, Tongues of Serpents. Yay more Temeraire!