Bleak House by Charles Dickens. Well, it took months to read, but it was worth it. A little bit or romance, a little mystery, so many well developed characters. Dickens can really spin a tale.

The Great Gatsby by F. Scoot Fitzgerald. I understand this is a considered one of the "Great American Novels" because it gives us a snipped of the American Jazz Age. It was a bit interesting to get a glimpse into the roaring 20's, but otherwise I didn't really see the big deal.

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. I saw this movie, and thought the book might be good. It was okay, but didn't really offer anything more than the movie.

Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins. The long awaited ending to the Hunger Games trilogy! It was good, but I would have to say it ended with more of a fizzle than a bang. I don't want to say much more for fear of giving away spoilers.

The Telling by Beverly Lewis. Another final book in a trilogy. Although the whole thing about treating non-Hodgkins lymphoma naturally was a little hard to swallow. But that's just me.

Jane Bites Back by Michael Thomas Ford. Jane Austen didn't die, in fact she is a vampire who owns a bookstore. At least that's the premise here...and it could of been a good story too except for her character. Even 200 years ago Jane Austen was pushing at the societal standards, so to see her character written so weak and wishy-washy was disappointing. She needed more "bite" herself.