Gil Marsh, by A. C. E. Bauer:
I feel that the book is very much what the author was shooting for, just not a great fit for me. While I did like the details about the cultural differences between the US and the French-speaking parts of Canada, and I enjoyed the post-Enko sections in which Gil interacts with other people—especially the Adèle arc—Gil, himself, left me cold.
The Academie, by Susanne Emily Dunlap:
Here's Episode 2: The Academie, in which my most excruciatingly embarrassing I Can't Believe I Just Said That moment is when I muse about the porn-ish-ness of the model's pose on the cover of the book. And then use the phrase 'nudie mag', which I clearly picked up in a past life as an old man.
Riding Out the Storm, by Sis Boulos Deans:
Emotionally, Zach's voice rings true: his insides are much more confused and torn-up than his outer demeanor conveys, which creates a nice counterpoint to Purplehead's more overt displays of opinion and emotion. His voice isn't entirely consistent, though.
Divergent (Divergent Trilogy), by Veronica Roth:
Did you notice how I didn't post at all at the end of last week?
That was partly due to being busy with regular camp stuff, but mostly, it was due to the fact that I sat down with Divergent on Friday morning, meaning to read the first few chapters...
...and then suddenly, it was, like, five hours later and I'd finished the book.
Black Hole Sun, by David Macinnis Gill:
It begins with a bang -- well, a sniper attack, a threat, and suggestions of cannibalism -- and it doesn't let up for the next 339 pages. If you're looking for SF action, action, action in a setting à la Total Recall starring a hero not unlike a teenaged Bruce Willis who's prone to saying things that wouldn't be out of place in a Vin Diesel script, then LOOK NO FURTHER. It's fast-paced, very visual and extremely violent.
Exposed, by Kimberly Marcus:
Considering the roiling emotions and the plotline—which, SPOILER, includes a courtroom scene—it's a very quiet book. While there's certainly a depth of emotion here, the format and the extreme spareness of the poetry itself may not appeal to readers looking for something super-meaty. Then again, reluctant readers will be overjoyed about the amount of white space on each page...