I've recently read a couple of books labelled as 'women's fiction' and it got me thinking. What makes a book one in the women's fiction category? Why does this genre exist? Does it have a right to? And if yes, why isn't there a genre for 'men's fiction'? Because...it would be logical, wouldn't it?
It's been a while since the last time I read historical fiction, and I love them, so I decided 'Blackberry and Wild Rose' was going to be my next read. And I loved it! This is a wonderful and promising debut novel, and I loved the journey to another time, another place. Oh, I'd missed time-traveling by books so much! It's good to be back. This time, in 18th century London.
After reading several mysteries and Christmas themed books (for some reason I read more of the first ones when I feel like wrapping myself up in a blanket and just watch the cold and dark weather from the inside), I decided to mix it up a little, and I chose the next book from my NetGalley pile that gets published. It seemed like a nice change, yet it sounded like one that would still not be too much during the rest of the holidays. Well, I was wrong. This book had nothing to do with that cozy tea drinking holiday feel I imagined myself to be reading. I caught up, though, so after the first couple of pages it didn't bother me anymore. I have many thoughts on this one, they have created a complete chaos in my head, but I do my best to conduct them to you. Maybe a cup of coffee would make you good while reading this.
This is the second Christmas-themed book I've read just a bit before the holiday. I don't remember ever reading Christmas themed book on purpose around this time of year, I thought it would be just as cheesy as the over-repeated Christmas sings playing everywhere since the beginning of November (!!)... but I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked to read these.