Legacy by Nora Roberts

 Legacy by Nora Roberts, 434 pages

A mother-daughter story.  Both are driven and seemingly in competition in their fitness careers.  As the daughter Adrian grows in popularity she begins receiving hate mail.  Thinking nothing of it until the murders start.  I do not usually read Nora Roberts, but I enjoyed the plot twists and mystery.

Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits - David Wong

Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits - David Wong - 384 pages

Smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they...wait.  No.  Here's a book about extreme violence, an all-new and improved Sin City, a really great butler, and an inheritance on par with being handed Howard Stark's lab (without the genius).  Millions of people watch as the ultimate showdown between former trailer dweller turned heiress Zoey Ashe dukes it out with a man (no joke) outfitted with robot arms.  Along with a sprawling estate that includes every mansion-y cliche ever written (secret passages behind bookcases, a garage full of expensive cars, a bed with a trapdoor, etc), Zoey inherits The Suits, her estranged father's cronies who specialize in making problems and/or solving them.

It's a beautiful cross between comics (think Red), action movie (uh, think Red), and soap opera, and a mild cat obsession that totally works on every level.  Fart jokes?  Yep.  Car chases?  Uh-huh.  Massive explosions, demolished skyscrapers, crashing helicopters?  Oh, yeah.  It's a fun ride from beginning to end with some truly cringe-worthy violence and gore, humor and humility, and a deep friend Elvis...woohoo!

The Shepherd's Crown - Terry Pratchett

The Shepherd's Crown - Terry Pratchett - 288 pages

Well, here we are at the end.  There's a lot to say about this book, and not a lot; it's the last Discworld novel, it's the last adventure, it's a compass that shows bits and pieces of where the stories of Discworld would have headed if Pratchett had more time to tell us.

The upshot of the story itself is that Tiffany inherits a legacy and consequently, a problem with the elves (a problem not so dissimilar to the one that started her adventures in witching).  But I think the bigger story here is the story of the book itself: while the plot holds together, it's clear in this book more than the others that Pratchett ran out of time to finish it.  What he wrote about seemed to weigh heavily on him both within the context of the novel and the context of his personal struggle (the story of Esme's last day, and the aftermath, for example) and it was written through the filter of an illness that dulled some of Pratchett's stylistic sparkle on the page.  At the end of the book is a brief explanation: some portions of the story were written a few years prior to publication, but some were left to the end and didn't have the luxury of Pratchett's usual comb through to bring the details into focus.  It shows.  It shows in the less lively attitudes of the Feegles, and the sink of Gytha Ogg into cronehood.  It shows in the brevity of what's shared, and in the tone and delivery of a story that had more to say than what was said.  It shows in the nods to all the major players on the Disc, all the little loose ends tied up.  Pratchett knew this would be his last published novel, and this was the goodbye he could give us.

How much of that impression was colored by my own sadness at reading the last novel by a writer whose books were milestone reading throughout my formative years?  He wrapped it up so nicely for us, writing a story of passing and legacy and hope for more adventures in the future, that I'm not sure it really matters.  He left us with the impression that life, whether here or on the Disc, will carry on, and we're better for having shared the adventure.