I guess I only read three books in September! How is that possible?
Where Rivers Change Direction by Mark Spragg
A memoir about growing up on a dude ranch in western Wyoming. It's well-written and he's got some fascinating stories to tell.
Son of a Witch by Gregory Maguire
Wicked, the book that precedes this one, is one of my all-time favorite books, so maybe it shouldn't surprise me that it was somewhat disappointing. Still pretty good, but not nearly as complex or surprising as Wicked.
Wives and Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell
This is what people used to do instead of becoming obsessed with The Office! It was originally serialized in a periodical, and it's quite long, with teasing sentences at the ends of many of the chapters. I thought it was delightful. Elizabeth Gaskell seems like a kinder but still witty Jane Austen.