Can't Stop sucks me in deep and has taken me so long to read that I finally just ordered my own copy, so I can return this bad boy to my library sometime this month (also so I could keep track of the recommended songs, movies, artists, etc., in perpetuity). I'm just over halfway through so far, and my personal copy arrives this week from Powell's. OMG it might be arriving today!
My in-laws gave me The Billion Dollar Spy: A True Story of Cold War Espionage and Betrayal in a pile of spy books my father-in-law had finished reading and was looking to offload. It's not bad—there are even female spies dealing with b.s. from without and within their ranks—but it hasn't been holding my attention very well. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Russian espionage and betrayal is basically our lives right now, and it's depressing to read about how bad we still are at protecting ourselves. I read the first 80 pages, and I've already moved on, but I will probably go back and try to finish it eventually, if only to see if there's any kind of hope (hahaha jk; there isn't).
The Shepherd's Crown is the last book of the Tiffany Aching series, of the Discworld series, of Sir Terry Pratchett's. I got choked up more than once reading his lines about life and death, knowing how greatly his voice of reason, lighthearted goofs, terrible puns, and incisive satire are already missed. I intended to save Shepherd to read only after I'd read all other Pratchett books, but my heart was feeling so sore last week that I caved to my need to escape into the Discworld, where the good guys always win, for a while. I finished it in two sittings, interrupted by sleep and my day job.
Speaking of Pratchett, if you're a Discworld fan, or a science fan, I highly recommend checking out the ScienceofDiscworldquartet. It's a fun mix of Discworld fancy and hard science facts. My library had the first three Science of Discworld novels, but not the fourth. In fact, I had a hard time finding it anywhere that wasn't a bookstore, so I bought it when I was visiting Portland and finally got to go to my book mecca—Powell's Books—in person (I only cried a little, then I bought socks and dabbed my tears away with knitted feminism). I intended to read this fourth book and then donate it to my library, but I'm only a little ways in, and I already have no intention of letting it leave my home. I will probably buy a second copy to donate, because I'm not a monster. Probably.