Finished off Six of Crows by Leigh Burdago. It was pretty fun, but at times seemed every bit the YA title it is, while at other times being disconcertingly not YA. I often found the notion of this tough as nails gang being a bunch of teens a little hard to swallow (if anyone has seen the great and underrated film Brick, it kind of reminds me of that in a lot of ways, only Brick is somewhat satirizing noir and thus the disconnect works for its humor which I don't think is the intent here). Still, it was paced very well, had some truly memorable (and gruesome!) scenes, and the characters were both fun to root for and had solid chemistry. Still, a bit too breezy to really love.
So now I'm on to the opposite end of the spectrum with The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. This was highly recommended by my high school Latin teacher (surprising right?) many years ago and I've been wanting to read it ever since my wife and I visited the Abbey of Fontenay (name-dropped early on in this novel actually!). I'm long removed from my latin studies and my immersion in obscure Catholic theology and history, but am really looking for to finding out how much of this I'm able to understand and appreciate.