Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone by Diana Gabaldon

When you get to the 9th book of a series you have already spent hours with the characters, the story, and in some way the author. You feel like you’re coming home, even if “home” is a strange, half-familiar echo of the past with some murder and time-travelling and brave Scots fighting for their new home thrown in.

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Werewolves, Vampires, and Ghosts, But No Female Friendships

In my last Bookish Ramble I mentioned I would write about the lack of female friendships in urban fantasy.

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