Shadow of Night, by Deborah Harkness

I'm still in the process of reading book two of this series.  I have to admit, I'm not loving it as much of the first one.  It seems to go on endlessly, but I am invested to see what happens in the end.  

Here is the publisher's summary:

The first novel introduced Diana Bishop, Oxford scholar and reluctant witch, and the handsome geneticist and vampire Matthew Clairmont; together they found themselves at the center of a supernatural battle over an enchanted manuscript known as Ashmole 782.

Now, picking up from A Discovery of Witches' cliffhanger ending,Shadow of Night plunges Diana and Matthew into Elizabethan London, a world of spies, subterfuge, and a coterie of Matthew's old friends, the mysterious School of Night that includes Christopher Marlowe and Walter Raleigh. Here, Diana must locate a witch to tutor her in magic, Matthew is forced to confront a past he thought he had put to rest, and the mystery of Ashmole 782 deepens.

Deborah Harkness has crafted a gripping journey through a world of alchemy, time travel, and magical discoveries, delivering one of the most hotly anticipated novels of the season

Bossypants, by Tiny Fey

There were some definite gems in this book.  I particularly like her comments regarding the prevailing sexism she continues to have to deal with as a working woman -- no one asks Donald Trump if he finds it difficult to be the boss.  I also like her approach to work by using the analogy of working in improvisation.  If you work in improv, you are always trying to add to the act and we should all be trying to add something to our role in work.  

Yes, it was an entertaining albeit like work -- just as the cover promised! 

Publisher's summary:  
From her youthful days as a vicious nerd to her tour of duty on Saturday Night Live; from her passionately halfhearted pursuit of physical beauty to her life as a mother eating things off the floor; from her one-sided college romance to her nearly fatal honeymoon -- from the beginning of this paragraph to this final sentence.

Tina Fey reveals all, and proves what we''ve all suspected: you''re no one until someone calls you bossy