Little Fuzzy, Piper. Yes. I read this mostly to find out whether there was anything about it that seemed to cry out for re-imagining. To cut to the chase, I didn’t find anything. It is very much of its time, and very reminiscent to me of Heinlein in its gender and other politics, so it is a bit quaint; but I found nothing that made me understand any better the impulse to dig up these bones and throw modern flesh over them

Alison Wonderland, Smith. No. There was nothing egregiously objectionable in Smith’s writing, but there was no point throughout reading the book that I would have been unable to put it down. I found it difficult to care about any of the characters, and the intrigue just wasn’t very intriguing.
Note: This review is based on an advance reader’s copy provided by the publisher.

Tiassa, Brust. Yes. I give Brust full credit for mixing things up with his Vlad Taltos books: in this one, in addition to the usual narrative voice of our hero, we get traditional third-person as well as a visit from Paarfi, the Dumasian voice of the Khaavren romances. That said, it is overwhelmingly likely you already know whether you want to read this one. If you don’t, I recommend you start with Jhereg (linked book actually includes the first three novels).

Jane Jones: Worst. Vampire. Ever., St. Onge. Yes. I must confess to a small amount of trepidation regarding this book, since it was written by an Internet acquaintance of whom I am fond, and I didn’t want to be in the position of saying unpleasant things about it. Fortunately (and not at all surprisingly, given that I knew from her blog the author is a skilled writer), I quite enjoyed it. St. Onge has built a pleasingly rich story around the simplest of high concepts (“blood-intolerant teenage vampire”). An excellent novel and, what is more, an excellent YA novel.
Editing was better than most recent releases, though not without a couple hiccups.

Fuzzy Nation, Scalzi. Yes. Few phrases will cause me to inwardly wince and outwardly sigh quite so reliably as (any variation of) “Franchise reboot.” Never having read Little Fuzzy, I don’t know in what ways or to what extent FN re-imagines it, or why Scalzi and his enablers believed that course was warranted; nothing in the text struck me as especially ground-breaking or made me think “there’s no way this could have been written in 1962.”
Perplexities about why this book happened aside, the book itself is an entirely enjoyable corporate intrigue set in a distant star system.

Faith, Hope & Love, Owen. Yes. According to the (starred) Publishers Weekly review excerpted on the front cover, this is a “savage indictment of Britain’s welfare programs.” That is not a reading I would have brought to this particular text, which to me seemed more a tale of family and choices. Well written, if sloppily edited here and there.

Hogfather: A Novel of Discworld®, Pratchett. Yes. Due to a cluster of bad planning on my part, I found myself facing a long bus ride with no book and a nearly dead cellphone, so I stopped in to the library to test my hypothesis that Pratchett’s Discworld® books make reliable “I need something to read right now” material. So far, the hypothesis is holding up, though book club discussions make me suspect that may be due to my not thinking very hard about them while I’m reading them.