DNF
Tried once more to read Ellen Marie Wiseman's The Orphan Collector. Could not do it. Sorry, I do not like my harrowing orphanage stories with a side of the racist kidnapper with a victim complex's POV.
Seldom in literature have I wanted more devoutly to reach through the page and shove someone into a brick wall.
ETA: Gonna donate this one and the lone henry pooter book I have kicking around to the library tomorrow. (As much as I loathe the woman I can't quite bring myself to burn her book, and cutting it up for crafts would mean having henry pooter all over my crafts. So it can be someone else's problem.)
ETETA: while I'm here, I didn't finish The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune either. Took forever for ditchwater-dull protagonist to get around to actually doing anything. Cozy fantasy still has to be entertaining, guys.