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Reread Lee and Miller's Ghost Ship, as I'd run out of library books, then hit the library for a big bag of new releases. Tore through Dave Hutchinson's Acadie, a Tor.com novella that had some fascinating world building but an ultimately unsatisfying conclusion. Read an odd but engrossing secondary world steampunk by Tracy Townsend called The Nine that totally hooked me on characterization, along with a totally unexpected last twist that has me waiting for Book Two. And I bounced hard off of a book called Iron Angels. Authors are Eric Flint and a retired FBI agent named Alistair Kimble, and they're so obsessed with getting all the terminology right that it gets in the way of the storytelling. I quote:

Pete nodded. "Sure thing." He grinned. "Still having trouble with what's-his-name?"

"With Morris?" Jasper rolled his eyes. The Indianapolis Field Office Evidence Response Team Senior Team Leader was a pain in the ass, unreasonable and unyielding. Jasper's blood pressure rose every time the man popped into his thoughts of conversation.

I mean if I have to go through a sentence three times just to untangle the job title of a minor character, it's not the character I'm gonna hate, it's the authors.

sigh

Right now I'm reading a 2017 Patricia Briggs I somehow missed at release. Silence Fallen is doing a good job so far, finding new ways of subverting magic tropes that had gotten too powerful in previous books. Kidnapping the main character and dumping her on a different continent is shaking things up nicely...