For quite a number of reasons, I haven’t been doing as much pleasure reading in the last few months, but I finally got around to Valiant Dust, by Richard Baker, the first book in a trilogy, and I found it both engrossing, and very true to life (possibly because Baker definitely portrays the inside of the Naval “culture” all too accurately). I’m halfway through the second book, and it’s (so far) at least equally good. The third book has been turned in, but has not seen print yet. I also found, in a strange way, Labyrinth Lost, by Zoraida Cordova, interesting and absorbing.

Then there are my two “binge reading” series, both of which are fun, at least for me, the Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch and The Invisible Library by Genevieve Cogman. As I’ve said before, I’ve also read several other books, some even praised, that just didn’t interest or captivate me.