Anyway, I haven't really been reading much lately, which is sad, because I used to read a lot. (Cough understatement cough.) So as part of my New Denver New Life Plan (yeah, that's a thing) I've decided to make a consistent effort to read one book a week.
Yesterday, I finished My Fair Godmother, a witty young adult novel by Janette Rallison. Am I too old to be reading young adult? Baaaah, what's in a number?
Funny? Check. Unpredictable? Semi-check. (Sure, I guessed a lot of things that were going to happen, but I never managed to guess how they were going to happen, and that's the more important issue, in my opinion.)
Best of all? This book avoids that awful, "Oh, I'm so betrayed by this plot contrivance!" moment. You know what I'm talking about. Our heroine has (seemingly unnecessarily)* kept a secret from her hero. Do you totally buy that she would need to keep this secret? Almost, not quite. But then (miracle of miracles, and completely redeeming us from the unnecessary secret issue) when the secret is inevitably revealed, it's quick, painless, and without teen angst. No false drama. No, "Why oh why didn't I just tell him the truth from the beginning!" histrionics. Just BAM - moving the plot right along.
And even better than best of all? (Oooh, someone didn't organize her review ...) The characters are all likeably flawed. Over-protective guy? Sure, but there isn't any stalking or piggy back riding. Slightly shallow teenage girl? Yes, but she's still kind, still talented, and self-aware enough to realize she still has areas of improvement. Two semi-villains that you like-dislike-like again over the course of the novel? Bingo.
Go forth, my friends, and enjoy.
* How's THAT for an overuse of adjectives?