Books books books!

I've had one of the most profitable library trips in a long time.  I got three books out and each of them turned out a treat.  :)

Mastiff, by Tamora Pierce.  Third in her Beka Cooper series.  I wanted to read it just for the sake of completionism, and not because the others had been any good.  (Keladry was the last good thing she did).  But this turned out very very well.  I enjoyed it far more than I thought I would, and even though it bore a few too many similarities to her other stories--at least it was similar to the good parts of her other stories.

Changes, by Mercedes Lackey.  Third in her Collegium Chronicles series.  I have to say this series is shaping up far better than the Owlsight quad--but honestly anything that will give me more time with Valdemar is a good thing.  :)  So many good bits--interrupted by so-so bits--and enough mystery to keep me wishing she'd just hurry up and tell me because I'm feeling tortured over here.  Hmph.

Snuff, by Sir Terry Pratchett.  Discworld!  And it's all about Vimes!  Yay Vimes!  A little less yay for this book because I don't think it quite holds up to the finesse of the others.  The writing is choppy and a little too much deus ex machina for my taste, but Pratchett always delivers a good time.  And even though this might sound a little horrible--the man has alzheimers, and he's still writing, so I don't really mind at all if this book isn't as good as others.  Pratchett is wonderful, as is his world.

Wheeee!!  Books!