Not much non-fiction, but reams of CanLit (stories/novels/poems)—Richard Wagamese, Yasuko Thanh, Vincent Lam, Billeh Nickerson, Lynn Crosbie, Alix Ohlin, Heather Birrell, Mike Barnes, Sky Gilbert, Anne Fleming. Also one book of essays: Attack of the Copula Spiders by Douglas Glover. Americans Cheryl Strayed (memoir) and Nell Freudenberger (novel) too.
And after that flurry, I'm taking a break from reviews until Fall titles.
Exposure to so much violence, death, and misery risks becoming a huge downer; with luck, a summer of matinee blockbusters, weekend camping trips, and happy vegetarian BBQ meals with the occasional glass of sauvignon blanc will recharge my depleted reserves of optimism. (I'm kidding. In truth, my own writing efforts require more than half-assed attention...and the looming final revisions of my co-editing behemoth—After NAFTA, a collection of 21 scholarly essays on contemporary North American dystopian literature—should return me to a gloomy state of mind.)