The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater


On November 1, I had eight books to read and just over eight weeks to finish them if I’m to complete this year’s reading challenge by December 31. I have all eight of those books chosen—lined up nicely on a bookshelf separate from the one that holds my ever growing to-be-read pillar—in an effort not to be distracted by so many options when it comes time to crack open a new read. The Scorpio Races was not one of those books.

But then Kennedy pointed out that if I were to read it, November 1 would be a good day to start, given its ominous yet intriguing first line:

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Of course, I agreed with her. Combine that with my unparalleled skill for procrastination and my inability to stop reading a Maggie Stiefvater book once I start (this woman is hella talented), and dag nab it if I haven’t read yet another book that contributes absolutely nothing to my reading challenge.

I’ll say this: It’s a damn good thing I enjoyed it so much.


Don’t be afraid. I won’t smite you. Probably.

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