I've finished the month with five more books read, all very different.
First up, classic Victorian SF with
The Island of Doctor Moreau by HG Wells, made all the more macabre by the rather flat tone of the first person narrator, Edward Prendick, even when describing the horrors of Moreau's sadistic experiments and the poor creatures abandoned to their fates.
That was followed by modern fantasy,
The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison, which I bought as a result of a recommendation here on Chrons, and which I enjoyed despite some flaws in its structure. More details of my thoughts under Werthead's review
here.
A second purchase on the basis of a review here on Chrons, and another modern fantasy, was
The Curse of Chalion by Lois McMaster Bujold, with a plot based on the life of Isabella of Spain, but thankfully without the religious bigotry, and with the additions of a good helping of magic and five gods actively intervening in human society. An enjoyable read, but not, for me, one which requires superlatives.
Another fantasy followed, but this time a steampunk set in kind of USA which is an archipelago,
The Rithmatist by Brandon Sanderson. I picked it up with a load of other books from a charity stall without realising it was for older children/YAs, but despite being well outside its target readership I found it an engaging read. Terrible creatures called wild chalklings -- imagine figures chalked on cave walls but mobile and murderous -- are kept at bay by rithmatists, who are chosen at the age of 8 when they demonstrate abiliities to create chalk lines which have power. Joel, 16, isn't one of the chosen, though his natural ability in mathematics, and his father's preoccupation with the chalk lines, means he's well able to help when some rithmatist children at the academy he attends are kidnapped, believed killed.
And finally, another of the Mapp and Lucia stories by EF Benson,
Miss Mapp. Mapp herself is a monster "her malignant curiosity and her cancerous suspicions about all her friends" being the least unlikeable of her traits, and despite Benson's irony and sly wit, seeing her browbeat shopkeepers and servants and go through ridiculous feuds with her other upper middle-class neighbours, all topped off with snobbery, jealousy and hypocrisy, made me itch for someone to give her a good metaphorical kicking.