Not quite the weekend, but last night I finished a book! 'Twas 'Rosemary and Rue' (October Daye, book 1) by Seanan Maguire, and I've been reading it over the last two months. I have book two, but I'm struggling with the motivation to read it, because Maguire appears to have subscribed to the plot design school that ramps up the suspense by hitting the protagonist harder each time, and there is only so much of that that worked in this book, so another one might be too much.

I also finished another one late in the last week, which had been on the bedside table even longer. It was a teen supernatural romance called 'Die for Me' which I kind of enjoyed (and am glad I persevered to find out what the supernatural details were, because I was So Wrong) but won't be keeping. I cannot suspend disbelief sufficiently to believe that a pair of teenagers have found their forever partners, no matter how in character that (potentially erroneous) thought process might actually be.