Red Clocks, for review. Critics are raving, but I found it meh. It wants to be the next Handmaid's Tale, but the writing just isn't there--overblown and so purple it could be called aubergine, in parts. Yet another book that relegates women to walking uteri. I'm waiting for the book that features a happily childless woman who isn't presented as an outcast, a maverick, a weirdo, or a lesbian (I know plenty who have never given parenthood any thought--just not part of who they are).
Next up: Still Me (JoJo Moyes), also for review. Loved the first book, found the second intriguing and realistic, but I'm wondering about this one--not sure there is enough character tin Lou to stretch over a trilogy. I guess I'll find out.
Still crawling through Strange Weather, in the odd moments I have for personal reading. "Aloft"--not so much my cup of tea. Not much interest in the subject (to avoid spoilers, I'll leave it to y'all to figure out what that is). I'm finally to the last story!