While I'm not the kind of person who ostentatiously reads ~literature~ on the subway (I mean, I do read literature on the subway, but not for the attention it gets me, if you see what I'm saying), I was self-conscious reading these books on the subway. I knew it was dumb to care, but when I read standing over people, I wondered what they thought of the back-cover blurbs about vampires and witches. When I read sitting next to people, I held the book close. God forbid someone should read one of the vampire-witch sex scenes over my shoulder
But, um, let's see... I enjoyed these books. I devoured these books. I couldn't put them down. I think I liked the first book, A Discovery of Witches, the least. Of all of them, it was the most formulaic and romance-ish (but without the payoff, wtf?!). The second book, Shadow of Night, nearly all of which takes place in the 16th century (and in which the protagonists finally consummate their relationship), was fun! The final book in the trilogy, The Book of Life, was my favorite, and I read it over a period of less than 36 hours. I was so sad when I finished it. Plus the books were smart. Not, like, overly so, but smart enough. I could read more books like this. What are they?
