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When I’m feeling pretty shoddy I have this thing I do where, basically, I get in bed and watch comedy panel shows. Sometimes it’s QI (XL if I’m feelin...more
When I’m feeling pretty shoddy I have this thing I do where, basically, I get in bed and watch comedy panel shows. Sometimes it’s QI (XL if I’m feeling proper sad) , sometimes it’s Have I Got News For You…. Occasionally Mock the Week, depending on who’s on it. A few weeks ago I was watching 8 Out of 10 Cats. I’m not sure which episode it was because I think it’s one of the older ones but, long story short, one of the questions was something along the lines of “73% of women would rather go out with a bad guy than a good one- True or false?” Jon Richardson said that the reason why women love bad guys so much, apart from the whole “Oh, I can change him” thing, is because they can get away with a lot. They can be twats for days on end and all they have to do is buy flowers or chocolates or YA books one day and you’ll say “Oh, isn’t he wonderful?” But if a nice guy, bearing in mind he’s nice all the time, is a bit cranky one day or forgets to bring you flowers or chocolates or YA books then you’ll be like “I cannot believe he did this!” as you fashion some garters made from his guts. Now, of course, I know that Real Life women aren’t that ridiculous and, of course, the fact turned out to be false. Women in Britain would rather date a good guy who brings her YA books. Or… um… something like that. But, and this might just be me, this doesn’t seem to apply to YA paranormal heroines and their bad boys. Because they certainly love them, don’t they? One of the things that makes me angry about YA books (sorry, I promise I will talk about The Raven Boys some point soon) is that the bad guy seems to always win. And this is because the “nice” guy has, for some reason, become synonymous with boring. Why is that? Why?! Why does “not a twat” have to mean he’s dull as dishwater? Why are they mutually exclusive? Enter Maggie S. Oh how I could kiss your mind. Finally, finally, finally… a book where the love interest (you have no idea how tempted I was to put ‘s’ on the end of that then… but shhh) is a decent guy who isn’t boring. They’ve got their issues, they’ve got their flaws but what I loved the most was that this was never used an excuse for him to be a horrible guy to the heroine. Because, guess what? He wasn’t a horrible guy! Bliss. Anyway, I just wanted to get that off my chest. You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to read a book where I actually get why the two characters like each other and don’t fall in love inexplicably with zinging things flying between them every time they look at each other. Needless to say, I adored this book. I was a bit nervous when I read the synopsis because… “if you kiss your true love, he will die”… ehhh. Then I remembered that Practical Magic (Midnight Margaritas!) is my go to film and I was fine. And when I actually got into the story, my doubts were obliterated. I wasn’t really prepared for how much I was caught up with these boys and how invested I became in their thoughts, feelings and fear. I know this book alludes to them, but I wasn’t expecting the raven boys to really be the main part of this story. I thought it was going to be Blue and her reaction to them that was going to be the driving force of the novel but I have to admit, when Gansey, Ronan, Noah and Adam were on the page I completely forgot she even existed. Which isn’t to say that I didn’t like her or that she was badly written, quite the opposite actually, but the connection and the relationships between these four boys was perfectly executed that Blue existed in my periphery (I’m hoping the second book will delve a bit more into Blue’s family life). I loved how Maggie S really dug her nails into the boys’ bond, prying them apart so nothing was hidden. And I liked how they didn’t fit into the clichés. Sure Gansey was the hero but he’s not always heroic and he certainly isn’t perfect. And yep, I guess you could say that Ronan was the “bad boy” but you’ll probably be waiting for a long time if you think you could change him. And Adam is probably the sensitive one but… you get the gist. I have absolutely no idea how Maggie S managed to write them in such a vibrant way, a way that was so realistic that I wouldn’t be surprised if I got on the train tomorrow morning and a group of boys, one with his mobile in his hand with high-tops on (I don’t even know what they are, I had to Google them), I wouldn’t be surprised. I think I’ve got a lot to learn from her when it comes to writing not only boys but friendships. Also, I loved the actual story. I think psychics are my favourite of the paranormal genre… sure, I didn’t know this before I picked up this book, but Maggie S has definitely convinced me. I’m a possibly-not-so secret fan of ghosts and to read all about scrying and candles and energy and ley lines and all that sort of thing was absolutely fantastic and such a change from what I’d normally read. There’s questions unanswered and secrets still shimmering under the surface but I absolutely cannot wait to find out what happens next. I have a feeling this is a series I will be following like a ley line… or a boy with a faded Coca-Cola t-shirt. I wonder if Gansey and the Gang know that King Arthur and his knights supposedly sleep under Alderley Edge? I think I could forget about my slight fear of flying to navigate a helicopter around the skies above Cheshire... well, as long as Adam’s there to hold my hand. You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog, Wear the Old Coat.(less) | Notes are private!
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Oh this book was wonderful. I’d never actually heard of this book before I read Rey’s gorgeous review of it. I’ve always been curious about YA books fr...more Oh this book was wonderful. I’d never actually heard of this book before I read Rey’s gorgeous review of it. I’ve always been curious about YA books from other countries (meaning not The Big Three: USA, Australia and the UK) because they must be out there. I know they’re out there but it’s difficult to find out about them because they never get the time of day which is such a shame because I know we’re missing out on all these beautiful YA books that are being lost in translation. I’m thinking The Readventurer ladies need to Anyway… this book. Lou is such a wonderful narrator and has a fantastic way of seeing the world for a girl so young. There was a lovely naiveté about Lou and how she saw both the world in which she was growing up and No’s situation. Normally in books, I get frustrated with narrators when they’re naïve because I just want to get them to open their eyes. But with Lou it provided the perfect vessel to allow Ms de Vigan to explore what it’s like to balance on that cusp of “young adulthood” in this modern world. I think thirteen is such an interesting age in your life because you’re not really anything. There’s no way you’re a child anymore but you’re only just a teenager, and everything is changing. This is the time where your expectations and reality don’t always match up and it’s strange and it’s upsetting, but there’s nothing you can do about it. And Ms de Vigan perfectly portrays this disillusionment that you get when you’re stumbling through this age. When you’re expected to go to parties at the weekend instead of timing how long it takes for wet footprints to disappear of the kitchen floor. When you realise it’s not “cool” to do well at school. When you realise that not everyone in the world has a roof over their head and a warm meal every day like you do. I really enjoyed watching the world change through Lou’s eyes. It was subtle, stripped back and often incredibly moving. I’ve always said that, on the whole, YA books aimed at a younger audience are the ones that deal with darker subjects so much better than some aimed at older readers. (The 10pm Question and A Monster Calls come immediately to mind). I don’t know what it is, but I love it so much which is why I will never not read a book just because it’s on the younger side of the YA spectrum. Not only does Ms de Vigan portray homelessness in a way that’s heart breaking but realistic, but also the subject of loss and family problems. I don’t really want to go too much into this aspect because I think it would be better to experience it first hand from reading it, but the passages describing Lou’s mother, father and their past combined with No’s history were so well-written. Even poor Lucas’ situation made me sad. I thoroughly enjoyed this book because it was so different to anything I’ve read this year. It’s powerful in its subtlety and shows that you don’t need to clobber your readers over the head with emotion and angst to create a thought-provoking and moving book. The characters are fantastic (I had a little soft spot for Lucas. I can’t help but think a lot of authors need to take note of him because that’s how you write a lovely “bad” boy) and the tumultuous friendship between No and Lou was perfectly crafted. Also? The ending was perfect for this story. I actually finished this book on Sunday morning and I mean morning. I woke up at half five and there was no way I was going back to sleep so I finished it and those last couple of chapters made my heart ache so much that even in my absolute knackerdness (Yes, I know that's not a word), sleep was the last thing on my mind. Sometimes I wish for happy endings, even though I know that I would be annoyed if I got it. I think this is one of those books. I’m glad, so glad that Ms de Vigan didn’t grant me that wish with No and Me. You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog, Wear the Old Coat.(less) | Notes are private!
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I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never read a Young Adult book set in Tonga. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never rea...more I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never read a Young Adult book set in Tonga. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never read a Young Adult book that discusses the production of silk. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never read a Young Adult book where I’ve rooted for a girl to get with a boy in… this situation. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never read a Young Adult book which is so open to discussing (and discussing well) controversial and hard-hitting subjects as this one. I think this is the thing I love most about Ms Jeffrey’s writing. Everything is absolutely unique. I’ve read a lot of YA fiction and sometimes, just sometimes, they begin to sound the same. But there wasn’t one part of this story where I thought ‘Urgh, I’ve read this book before’. It’s difficult not to compare this book to Brown Skin Blue [my review] , which is the prequel to this book. I say prequel but I’m not sure whether you would have to have read it before reading this one. You’ll have to ask Mandee, who did just that. As you know, I love Brown Skin Blue so much. It left me numb, speechless and absolutely smitten that I had found another author that I could add to my ‘Aussie Friends- Send Me Books by This Author Because the UK is Missing Tricks All Over The Place’ list that I sneakily have and use every now and again. Whereas One Long Thread didn’t have quite the same impact as BSB did, I still absolutely adored it and it was the perfect addition to the story that Ms Jeffrey began. Ruby Moon was such a delightful character and a wonderful narrator. She’s such a quiet character but very observant and I loved seeing the world through her eyes because even though it was incredibly sad, it was always beautiful. She had such a glorious way of seeing things and she was so normal. I mean, if things were going a bit skew-whiff in your life and you had the option to run away to Tonga, you’d do it, right? Of course you would. And also, I loved that Ruby had a hobby. Seriously, why don’t more heroines have honest-to-goodness hobbies anymore? I loved hearing all about Ruby’s artistic designs, her passion for…. Sorry, I have to say it… fashion and, mate, I can sympathise with her desire to be surrounded by materials, ribbons, lace, strings of beads and spools of thread. I could quite happily spend the whole afternoon in a haberdashery just wandering in between the valleys of material. Actually, I could quite happily live in a haberdashery. But what I thought was really special was the mixed feelings Ruby had about her art. I think a lot of people would be able to relate to Ruby’s emotions and how she is reluctant to accept that she’s good, brilliant actually, at something. I mean, haven’t we all, at one point in our life, been self-conscious about our passions? Maybe that’s just me. “I had a moment of looking at it, like Amona might have, seeing it for the first time and thinking how lovely it was, too. But then I retreated back into myself and could see only its faults.” Going back to her passion for clothes making- yes, it was linked to a metaphor that ran through this book but it never felt false or convoluted. I know I keep rabbitting on about subtlety but tough, I’m going to go on about it again. The two books that I’ve read by Ms Jeffrey have both dealt with some of the most harrowing subject matters I have ever read about, but she knows exactly how to portray them with tact and restraint. Sure it’s horrendously sad and I had to back away a few times because of all the emotions, but it wasn’t overdone or sensationalised. It just shows that in the right hands, subjects that would put off a lot of readers can be absolutely stellar. Have you noticed that I am staying as far away from the plot as I can? I really don’t want to spoil this book for you if you think you’d like it because, and I know I say this all the time, but you should read this book not knowing anything. And of course, it would be impossible to write a review about a book Ms Jeffrey has written without mentioning her writing. “I knew I’d never have another moment like this. Just a single place in time where everything had come together to breathe in harmony. Time slowed and I had gathered all her restless strands in my hands; where I had come from, where I was and where I was going was one long thread as I emerged to make my way into the world.” J’adore. It’s the connections between the characters that really make this book what it is though. My favourite relationship is the one between Ruby and her dad. Seriously, I loved this guy so much. They watch Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire films and they eat popcorn and drink cold lemonade and then they get dressed up and go to bad Chinese restaurants and tell each other the crappest jokes they can think of. Ahhh. Bliss. Also, while I’m here I feel I have to talk about Barry again. Because I’m hopelessly in love with him, so what? “The only living example of a Romeo in the modern world.” He only had a cameo role (albeit a very important one!) in this book but he really stole the show. I cannot go on enough about how much I love this guy. He is definitely one of my favourite YA characters ever. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure that I would read anything that Ms Jeffrey writes. You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog, Wear the Old Coat.(less) | Notes are private!
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4.5 stars. But so close to 5 you could almost taste it. :-D The number of British YA books I read last year was shocking and this made me sad because w...more 4.5 stars. But so close to 5 you could almost taste it. :-D The number of British YA books I read last year was shocking and this made me sad because when I grow up [I’ll get there…eventually] I want to be an author. And I’m, well, I’m British. So why wasn’t I making more of an effort to read and review books by British authors? I should be proudly waving the Union Jack and thrusting British books at unsuspecting people while I making them cups of tea and whinging about the weather. While in a queue… in a Kate mask… munching on Yorkshire Pudding. …. So I made it one of my New YA Resolutions. Sometime last year there was a sale on e-books on Amazon and my favourite thing about their sales are that the majority of the books that feature are British authors and I find so many books that I would never even think about reading! Like Sita Brahmachari’s Artichoke Hearts. I read the synopsis and thought “Aw, that really sounds cute. A bit different and HEY Ms Brahmachari is British. Hurrah! Hurrah!” So I bought it. I don’t mind admitting that I didn’t really expect much from it. It wasn’t that it looked bad but it just didn’t look like the kind of book that would grip me. Ha ha haaa. Oh how wrong I was because I looooooved it so much. Mira, our twelve year old narrator, had such a fresh and realistic outlook on life and I couldn’t help but fall in love with her. Add in a handful of fantastic characters and a wonderfully British setting, Artichoke Hearts was one of my favourite reads of 2011. Jasmine Skies was even better. The story picks up two years after the events of Artichoke Hearts and sees Mira travelling to Kolkata to visit her cousin Priya after the death of her Grandad Bimal. I’m going to try and stay away from talking about the plot of this story because I don’t want to spoil either of these books and it would be impossible to talk go into it without doing so. Apologies if this reviews ends up being a bit vague as I know you're used to the most in-depth and intellectual reviews on my bit of t'internet. I just love how Ms Brahmachari writes. I’m trying to think of a way to articulate the way I feel about it but I’m failing miserably. If I could describe it using only one word, I would use ‘vibrant’. Seriously, I underlined so many passages on my Kindle it became silly. The setting of this book is immaculately imagined. I’ve never been to India but I could really relate to the experience of being overwhelmed that Mira feels when she first steps off the plane. The descriptions of the market places are absolutely magnificent. You’ve got the colours of the materials, the feel of the sweltering heat and… yes, fine, you can almost smell the… *scowls*…jasmine. It’s obvious that Ms B has a story to tell and a message to convey but it never felt clunky or heavy-handed. Mira’s journey, both physical and emotional, is told with brilliant subtlety and restraint and it was so glorious to read. Anyone who says that YA books can’t be deep are going to get a hardcover of this book slammed across the back of their head by moi. Luckily, Mira hasn’t changed one jot since Artichoke Hearts. She’s still compassionate, funny and as inquisitive as ever. One of my favourite things about AH was how Mira struggled with her identity as a mixed-race girl growing up in Britain, so I was ecstatic when I got about two chapters into Jasmine Skies and realised that there was going to be more of that. “Not being able to speak Bengali makes me feel like I’m trying to cross a bridge but can only get so far, because to reach the other side it’s not just the words you need to understand, but also the tones and colours; the way of thinking and seeing the world that are all locked inside the languages.” This is why contemporary is my favourite genre and why I get so giddy when I discover one that I haven’t read yet. I’m not a mixed race girl living in Britain but I found Mira so easy to relate to because her problems were real. There wasn’t a werewolf trying to get into her pants or anything, but Ms B’s writing shows that if you can work your way around a teenage girl’s emotions and thoughts then you don’t need all that stuff to write a compelling and beautiful book. I just adore Mira; she’s such a fantastic character with such a pure heart. I just want to be her best friend or, like, her cool* older sister or something. I’d probably even let her personalise all of my shoes. Possibly, I'm not entirely sure I'm convinced by bedazzled footwear. Mira's search for her identity and where she fit in actually really reminded me of Josie from Looking for Alibrandi. I know, I know. I just invoked the power of Double M, but I’m sticking with it. There is just something so wonderful to me about books where characters delve into their heritage and their culture, asking questions and digging up secrets that people thought were buried for good. Maybe it’s because I love sitting with my grandparents and listening to their stories… I don’t know why, but I just love it. “I think these stories about where you come from and the history of your own family help you to see where you stand in the world.” Stunning, no? Right. OK. I have to get something off my chest. OK. Now then. *sigh* Now I don’t want to go into it too much into this next bit because of spoilery badtimes but, gosh, way to throw a spanner into the works, Ms B! That bit… with the jasmine… and homespun …and the pony tail. Yeah, you know which bit I mean. My poor, poor heart. I understand but it doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. *scowls* “Deer…apple…green…sea…” WHYYYY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!? I know where my loyalty lies, Mira. That's all I'm saying. Guh. This will make no sense to anyone who hasn’t read this book and even less sense to people who haven’t read Artichoke Hearts, but some things just need to be said. I have a lot of emotions regarding that bit that I will keep bottled up until you’ve all read both of these books (which you will be doing, right?!) and then I will unleash the feelings. And that ending?!?! Are you kidding me? Looking at the glorious cover and reading the wonderful synopsis you wouldn’t expect it to have a cliff-hanger, would you? Well you would be wrong. WHEN IS THE NEXT BOOK OUT?! I am emotionally invested in these characters now and I will fight tooth and nail to get the next book. Tooth and nail, guys, TOOTH AND NAIL. I know in our YA circles, it’s pretty much a given that the Aussies are at the forefront of the contemporary race, but I believe that with both Artichoke Hearts and now Jasmine Skies, Ms Brahmachari has shown that us Brits shouldn’t be disregarded just yet. Additional Fun Things. So in Jasmine Skies, Mira’s cousin Priya is the coolest kid in Kolkata and she’s an underground DJ who wears skinny jeans and is the best dancer in the whole of India. Cool, yes? Anyway, in this interview Sita Brahmachari talks to Nihal Arthanayake [Listeners of Radio 1 or BBC Asian Network may know who he is!] as part of her research into what kind of music Priya would be listening to. It’s really fascinating. *May or may not be cool. You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog, Wear the Old Coat.(less) | Notes are private!
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I guess when you finish a book that you absolutely loved and you sit down, notebook fill of coherent notes, to start writing a review it’s easy to sta...more
I guess when you finish a book that you absolutely loved and you sit down, notebook fill of coherent notes, to start writing a review it’s easy to start using clichés. I find this is especially true when it comes to those Australian authors. You’ve heard it before, haven’t you? Is there something in the water Down Under? Well, I don’t think there is. Nope, not at all. You don’t see me reverting to those tired and ridiculous clichés, do you? My suggestion as to why these Aussie authors are so ridiculously good? There’s something in the shrimps that they put on all those barbies. In all seriousness though, this book is good. Great. Cracking. Brilliant. All the superlatives you can think of. I don’t really want to talk too much about the plot because this book is a mystery, both in plot and character. But right from the beginning, so full of suspense and unease, to the breathless "thisiswhathappened" ending, I was completely captivated. The characters are brilliant, especially Jasper Jones although I so desperately wanted more of him. Although saying that, I’m a bit torn in this aspect because I adored him when he was on the page and I loved the interactions between him and Charlie... but I loved the mystery and intrigue around the character even more. Misunderstood and with a heart of pure gold; Jasper Jones is the kind of boy who you’d want to go on adventures with. Sure you’d come back from those adventures slightly sunburnt and dishevelled with random insects in your hair, scraped knees and faced with the inevitable grounding from your parents but it would always be with it. Simply put, I loved him and my heart ached for him. Also, I had lots and lots of time for Eliza. Such a little sweetheart. I also loved how multi-faceted this book was. If I told you just what the basic plot of this story was (which I’m not going to) I would probably be missing about 75% of what this book actually covered. History, racism, Australian culture, prejudice, the subtle interactions between families, the damage of secrets and rumours and cricket (yeah, I could have probably have done without the cricket aspect of things. Cricket, to me, is a game we were forced to play in PE at high school when it was too sunny for bench ball.) Mr Silvey perfectly balances all of these issues without being overly clunky and preachy. A little bit unrelated and possibly a little thematic spoilery, I often wonder how the context in which you read a book effects how you feel about it. It was a complete coincidence that I read this book the weekend when this had been in the news once more. I had no idea what this book was about before I picked it up so it was quite daunting to read a book that, although set in the 60s, felt so current. It’s difficult to put into words how that whole story affected and still continues to affect the British public so it was strange to read this book with that very much in my mind (they also have a brief mention in this book). I know I would have found Jasper Jones moving if I had read it a few months ago but would it have affected as much as it did? I don’t know but it certainly left an impression on me and proved to be a great deal more topical than I thought it was going to be. One of my favourite things about Australian YA books is the sense of place that the authors create and Jasper Jones is no exception. It takes a lot to be transported from a clammy, rainy town in Greater Manchester to the bone dry, dusty, desolate Western Australian town but for the few hours it took me to read this book, I honestly was. The scene, the story, the writing and the characters combined with the wonderfully cinematic and satisfactory ending (where all those story threads that you so desperately want to have been tied up into a lovely bow are still dancing in the Australian breeze and you wouldn’t want it any other way) this book was glorious and definitely not a book that has been puffed up by the hype. At the end of the day, this book was what would happen if you took a copy of Jellicoe Road and Brown Skin Blue and smushed them together making loud kissing noises. I’m not sure if you’re going to get a higher recommendation than that from me. You can read this review and lots of other fun things on my blog,Wear the Old Coat. Pre-review. STORY TIME [Don't worry, it includes pictures] When I saw all the cool kids were reading this I, being a marginally less cool kid, wanted to get involved. But disaster struck when I went to buy a copy and I was shocked and appalled (well... not really) that you couldn't buy the copy with the bloke having a brew on the cover. I wanted that cover. Sure the other covers are fine but it was too late, I had already fallen in love. So I threw a huge wobbly and whinged and moaned and glared at inanimate objects. Step in the ever so lovely Rey, who offered to send me a copy of Double J with the awesome Aussie cover. And the parcel came today. I almost didn't want to open it because look at the beauty! ![]() And it got better! Remember when you were a kid and you played pass-the-parcel and there was always that one stupid kid who the music always seemed to stop on and they got all the sweets and the packet of stencils or a colouring book or whatever? TODAY I WAS THAT KID! ![]() And as it's a law to take a picture of your copy of Jasper Jones and seeing as I don't live ![]() Rey, I love you. And I must read this book soon. 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“I know how to stand still even when the Earth spins faster and faster than it ever did before. The rest of them try to keep up with the rhythm unti...more
“I know how to stand still even when the Earth spins faster and faster than it ever did before. The rest of them try to keep up with the rhythm until it makes them dizzy. And with dizzy eyes, they stare at me and say I’m crazy.”
I absolutely adored this book. I wasn’t so sure at first because mental illness will always be an incredibly sensitive subject for me. It seems that mental illness is a subject that can either be done really, really badly, or really, really well. Thankfully, this book falls into the latter category. I have to admit I’m not an expert in schizophrenia, unless a B in a psychology A-Level module makes me one nowadays. But I doubt it. So please keep that in mind when I say that this book felt like an honest and accurate portrayal of what it would be like to suffer from schizophrenia. I’d be interested to know how this portrayal holds up with someone who does have experience with it. From the first few pages, I realised that this book wasn’t going to be for everyone. It’s full of surreal imagery, bizarre concepts portrayed as if they were every day and lots of beautiful writing. Now I normally hate beautiful writing. I know that sounds stupid because, surely, everyone should love beautiful writing, I mean… it’s beautiful, right? But I’m not a fan of flowery prose and obscure metaphors that don’t make sense. I like my writing to be to the point and gimmick-free. When I read a book, I’m much more interested in knowing whether the author knows how to tell a story than whether they can write a pretty sentence. I fell in love with Sabrina’s narration after I read the following paragraph:
That’s the second paragraph, by the way. It didn’t take me long. I feel I need to amend my thoughts of beautiful writing: I hate it when it feels fake and forced and “Hey, look what I can do!” But through Sabrina’s eyes, I believed that she saw the sky above her changing colours with every breath. I hate it when authors try to make mental illness a glamorous disease. When they make it out to be a beautiful yet tragic illness I always wonder whether they’ve done any research at all. What I loved about Mr James’ portrayal of schizophrenia is that even though the world that Sabrina saw was absolutely stunning and it would be tempting to stay within the safety of her dreams, with all their colours and lights, there was always that sense of danger and of unease.
Sabrina was an absolutely glorious character. As I glimpsed the world through her eyes, I could really sense the level of frustration she felt as she tried to articulate what she was going through. It was incredibly sad but really affective.
My only real criticism is that I’m not entirely sure I understood what led to Sabrina being committed in the first place. I have an idea and I get the basic gist but there were a few questions I have about it. I don’t really want to go into it too much, and it’s probably just me being a bit dim, but I just thought it was a bit too vague and confused for such an important aspect of the story. < Mini spoilers > I feel like I need to talk about Alec, the love interest. Eeeh, this kid had me having kittens all over the place. He was so destructive, and so adamant that he was right all the time. It would be easy to label him as the baddie but I didn’t really see him as that. I think he was just a teenager who didn’t really understand how dangerous his words would be to someone like Sabrina. I don’t think there was any malice behind his words. He was such an interesting character and, I’m glad to say, he really redeemed himself in the end. < End of mini spoilers > And, on a completely girly point, the scenes between him and Sabrina were so, so sweet that, if I ignored all the implications and ramifications and focus purely on their relationship, it could well be one of the most beautiful and innocent YA relationships I’ve read. But I’m not completely sure I can ignore them all, even if he did learn his lesson the hard way. The jury’s still out on Alec. *narrows eyes* Also, if I read one more prologue that I absolutely love, I’m going to seriously damage my reputation as Jo, The Prologue Hater. But Sabrina got her perfect ending and that last line… yesyesyes. Theme Tune. I always think of Patrick Wolf when I read a beautiful and poetic book that has one foot set firmly in the surreal. There is actually a better song for this book and I was this close to choosing it but it’s the theme song I’m using for my own WIP and… well… I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I don’t like to share my Wolf. But this one is just as suitable. The Days by Patrick Wolf. I had your love once Seized my body whole And in our first dance I thought by chance God had matched my soul But time bought its travelling Its distance and solitude My self-damaging I took my love Far, far from you. I promise, I will meet you I will meet you At the end of the days. This book could be seen as a love story in the same way this song could be seen as a love song, but it can also be seen as the beginning of a journey that is difficult and there are no guarantees that everything will work out, but the heroine is hopeful and determined to give it a try. I’m calling it both. I received an advanced copy of this book from the publishers via Netgalley. You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog here.(less) | Notes are private!
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Pre-Review Thoughts: I have such a love/hate relationship with Netgalley. I love it because it’s an invaluable way for me, as a British blogger, to ge...more
Pre-Review Thoughts: I have such a love/hate relationship with Netgalley. I love it because it’s an invaluable way for me, as a British blogger, to get access to books that aren’t published over here for months or, in some instances, at all. I hate it because it always seems that when a new book comes out it’s a fight to the death to get accepted for the popular, well publicised titles. But what I love most about Netgalley is finding books such as this one that I would probably never have found otherwise and absolutely adoring them. “Let’s say right now that we can tell each other our secrets and we won’t make fun of each other. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you sound weird, too. I am glad of it, because I can be my own true self with you.” “Sometimes you write things in your letters that I thought nobody had ever thought before, except for me. But then there it is in your letter.” Stuffed full of pictures, poems and drawings (which unfortunately weren’t shown in the ARC but will be in the hardback copy I’ll undoubtedly buy), this book tells a simple story. It’s not a particularly original one but it’s a beautiful one all the same. With Meena and River, Ms Vaswani and Mr House have created two of the most authentic children’s voices I have read. Their letters are full of their worries, their pain, their dreams but they are also full of rich humour that had made laughing and shattering my early nights. I know I always rabbit on about how much better most middle grade books are at dealing with serious issues honestly than most YA books but I’m just going to rabbit on a little bit more. Because Same Sun Here was no exception. The environment, tolerance, different cultures, family and politics (this book is set in 2008 around Obama’s inauguration) are but a few topics that are covered in great deal within the letters between Meena and River. There is such a sweet and true message hidden within these pages but there’s a difference between talking about an issue and clobbering you over the head with it. Fortunately, both Vaswani and House are well aware of this. This book is, in effect, a love letter to communication. I don’t know whether I connected with this book because, like Meena and River, my friendship circle is spread across not only the UK, but also across the world. Because of things like e-mail and Skype and Facebook, I can connect with someone on the opposite side of the world and send out separate e-mails to someone in Australia, someone in America and someone in Kent in the time it takes me to find a biro that works. Sure, e-mails make it possible to have a friendship that isn’t reliant on the Royal Mail, but there truly is nothing like getting a real letter is there?
So true. I love the act of writing a handwritten letter because you can’t delete bits or change your mind before you send it. Well, I mean, you can use Tippex and stuff (do people still use Tippex for anything as opposed to writing their crushes names on their pencil cases?!) but once it’s on the paper it’s out in the world. Maybe it’s just me but I feel like there is something much more honest in hand-writing a letter. This isn’t that much of a spoiler but if you don’t want to know anything about the plot just skip the next paragraph. Towards the end of the book Meena and River decide to meet in New York and I genuinely felt sad because I thought that now they’ve met, they’d never send letters to each other again. But I, ever the optimist, would like to believe that they did and they sent each other long, scrawled letters to each other with about how much fun they had when they met up. I know I went a bit off topic up there, but this book has inspired to make the effort to write more letters to all my kindred spirits scattered across the globe. On real writing paper. And maybe written in fountain pen. [Ha…. This was supposed to be a “quick” review. Whoops] Recommended For. People who want to read a book about contemporary issues. People who wished they had a pen pal when they were in school. People who wish they could look out of their window and see mountains. People who will never get tired of their grandma’s stories. People who like to scream at the top of their lungs at passing trains. People who believe that kindred spirits are telepathic. People who can believe that S.E Hinton is a girl and that she wrote a book because girls can do anything. People who wish Kentucky was a shape better suited to cutting it out of toast. People who will join me in my pledge to write more letters. Some more quotes because I couldn’t narrow them down:
I received a copy of this book from the publishers via Netgalley. You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog here.(less) | Notes are private!
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“When I am in the water My body moves like a wave: There is a violence to it And a beauty.” Initial Final Page Thoughts. “And it Never felt so good.” YES. Hi...more “When I am in the water My body moves like a wave: There is a violence to it And a beauty.” Initial Final Page Thoughts. “And it Never felt so good.” YES. High Points. Kasienka. William. The writing. Friendship. Saying goodbye. Reunions. Butterfly stroke. Kisses like Haribo. Love is a large W. Mama. Resilience. Culture. Blueberry ice cream. Girly sleepovers. Tummy tumbles. Low Points. I would have loved to have had a few more poems set when Kasienka and her mum were in Poland. I think it would have added a great contrast between the different cultures. Also, from what was in the book… it looked really interesting. Also, blueberry ice cream sounds delicious. Heroine. Oh Kasienka. You were so sad and you were so lonely and you were so insecure and you were OK with letting people Were. Until you realised how it’s OK to be different and how there’ll always be moments where you feel a bit odd or alone but that there is always people who are just as different as you. And they’re the kids you want to hang with because they’re the best. If we had gone to school together I bet we’d be the best of friends and we’d stay up all night, swapping stories and drinking pop and being giddy. I love it when my heroines stand up for themselves and don’t need any body to tell them how to do it. And basically realise that they were brilliant inside and out all along. Love Interest. And if Kasienka’s ability to conquer her fears wasn’t good enough for you, Ms Crossan gives us an incredibly adorable love interest too! "William is in Year Nine He could save me from the pack But he does not want to: He knows I can save Myself." Also, kissing him is like eating Haribo. Now, I’m not sure if that’s because he tastes like Haribo or because he gives you the feeling you get when you eat an entire bag of the Sour ones and then chug a bottle of Coke. You know… ridiculously giddy and a fizzy tongue? Just me? OK. Only low point with our lovely William is that he’s a smoker. I know, I know. Anyway, I loved it when he offered Kasienka one and she says no. And then they just play on the swings. *sigh* Theme Tune. What the Water Gave Me by Florence + The Machine. YES. How long have I been hankering to use a song from Ceremonials? Do you remember my Well Ms Crossan obviously listened to me and therefore she deserves the prize of a Flo-induced Theme Tune. A prize so coveted by authors across the land…. Um. OK, maybe not coveted but it should be. Sadness Scale. 6/10 I always find it difficult to come up with a number for books such as this one because obviously the issues and situations that are dealt with in this book are extremely harrowing and, sadly, common in present day Britain. But I wouldn’t say that this is a particularly sad book. Yes there are a lot of moving poems, especially when Kasienka first moves to England and constantly feels “unwanted and misused”, but I also saw this book as more about finding out who you are and becoming comfortable with it. Regardless of where Kasienka is from, I feel that a lot of readers of all ages would relate to the feelings of loneliness and insecurity that Ms Crossan expertly portrays with the character. And that last poem? Beautiful and so powerful. I just wanted to pull her into the biggest cuddle ever. Or… well, wait until she’d changed out of her cozzie because I don’t want to get all chloriney but then we’d cuddle. Definitely. Recommended For. People who have ever felt at a loss with themselves. People who like to adopt happiness as their revenge. People who thought their first kiss way awkward *cringe*. People who always leave the best stories at a sleepover for when the lights are out. I received a copy of this book from the publisher. This review is part of the "A Week in Verse" feature on my blog. Found out more here.(less) | Notes are private!
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4.5 stars. Slight spoilers follow… “I’d rather be certifiable than perpetually boring.” Initial Final Page Thoughts. ME TOO! High Points. I loved everythin...more 4.5 stars. Slight spoilers follow… “I’d rather be certifiable than perpetually boring.” Initial Final Page Thoughts. ME TOO! High Points. I loved everything: the writing, the characters, the emotions, the subject. Done. *bats off hands* Low Points. This book was so small it could get lost in my back teeth. I’m just being selfish because I wanted to spend more time with this book but hey, if book reviewers can’t be selfish then who can? That is the real question, I think. Heroine. You know how I really like my heroines to be decent human beings? Well, I really really like my heroines to be bitches. And I don’t mean the uh-oh-she-has-blonde-hair-and-she’s-a-cheerleader (or the British equivalent which is… um, something)-and-her-boyfriend-is-smokin’-and-has-hidden-depths-and-probably-will-end-up-with-the-heroine kinda bitch. I mean, like, real bitches. Parker is no cookie cutter bitch. She is brilliant and I’m saying no more because I don’t want to spoil things. Except that I have a total girlcrush on her and I have a feeling it’s all going to end in tears. Love Interest(s). Eh, who am I kidding? This is Parker’s story… these boys didn’t even had a look in. Theme Tune. Girls Like You by The Naked and Famous. Sadness Scale 7/10. I’ve never understood the belief that a book can only be classed as having a happy ending if the MC gets with the boy/girl. Surely the reader, if they really connected with a character, would want to see them battle fearlessly against what is plaguing them and destroying them from the inside? With that in mind,and only a slight implied spoiler, this is one of the happiest and hopeful endings I’ve read in a long time. The subject matter of Cracked Up to Be (secrets) has been done before; but never quite like this. It’s remarkable that a book of only 200 pages can be so rich and dense with realistic emotions. So, bravo Ms Summers. Bravo. Oh and also, it took me about three hours to read this book. Coincidentally that was half the amount of time it took me to get over one scene, towards the end. Jeez louise. Was that necessary?! WAS IT?! Recommended For. People who don’t believe that the purpose of boys in literature is to solve every problem that faces the heroine. People who like their heroines with a bit of spark…and sadistic, manipulative and incredibly clever. People who get frustrated when authors can’t handle a flashback (MS Summers can, by the by). People who look for deeper-meanings in art projects. People whose idea of “romantic” is no underwear. People who don’t get overly attached to fictional critters. You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog here.(less) | Notes are private!
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Things I Have Learnt From YA Books #678019 : When the Monstrumologist gets scared… you should too. Honestly, I didn’t think that Mr Yancey could top Th...more Things I Have Learnt From YA Books #678019 : When the Monstrumologist gets scared… you should too. Honestly, I didn’t think that Mr Yancey could top The Monstrumologist but he did… and then some. The plotting is immaculate. The characters are absolutely superb. The setting is one of my favourites. It is both terrifying and heart breaking. Stomach churning and butterfly-inducing. Thought-provoking and all the superlatives I can think of. “Let us go then, you and I, like Alice down the rabbit hole, to a time when there still were dark places in the world, and there were men who dared to delve into them.” The thing that struck me most about this book was Mr Yancey’s vivid attention to detail to the dichotomy between the natural world and what dwells in its darkest shadows. And that’s a sentence I never thought I’d write in one of my reviews. I sound like I’m writing a uni essay on it! But that’s it, I could write an essay on this book. I don’t know whether it’s just because I’ve spent too much time with Dr Warthrop and his thirst for knowledge has rubbed off on me but I almost, kinda, definitely want to write an essay on this book. There are so many layers that I want to strip back and make notes about in margins and highlight with gel pens and write a few paragraphs and then watch a bit of Come Dine With Me and then go back to it and think “What? When did Will Henry make a soufflé and how does that relate to the idea that sometimes it’s us that make the monsters that haunt our dreams?” and then spend all my washing machine change on the photocopier that always eats your change because my library books are due back and that hill to the library is just too.damn.high to crawl up in Welsh weather. ……. I mean, I already have my last few sentences written. I always liked to end my essays on an epic line that required a pause after you had read it. A pause of reflection. And learning. And italics. And it would be: “In Yancey’s writing, he explores the relationship between the natural world and the one that lives within its shadows. Both are treated with the utmost respect because unlike us, the stars in the sky, oblivious to fleeting human activity, and the monsters who stalk us are eternal.” Yeah, I never said I was the best student, did I? Eh? God knows what Dr Warthrop would think of me seeing as he dislikes poets and writers and dreamers (“The poet’s voices will be drowned out by the gears of progress.”). He is one of the most fascinating characters in any book I have ever read. This would be the bit where I tell you that he’s not always likeable but he has a good heart but I’m just going to make two minor adjustments to that sentence: He’s never likeable but he has a brilliant heart. And I love him fiercely. And of course we can’t forget Will Henry who is one of my favourite heroes. He’s had to go through so much, he’s seen so much and he’s lost so much. And he’s only twelve. He doesn’t have any friends his own age. The only regular conversation he has is with a cantankerous doctor who cares more about teeth and raspberry scones (although, who can blame him? I always get cravings for raspberry scones after I have finished one of these books) And he gets nibbled on by monsters an awful lot. I adore him. And of course, the relationship between these two characters was just as fascinating, sad and beautiful as it was in the first book. Perhaps even more so as we got to see a bit more of an insight into each character, especially Dr W. And I lovedlovedloved the slight shift in the relationship between Will and Dr Warthrop and I don’t mind admitting that I read that final paragraph with slightly misted eyes. I can’t wait to see where their story goes in The Isle of Blood. Just as in The Monstrumologist, this book is vile. And graphic. Oh so beautifully graphic. But what I loved about these descriptions (in addition to being a sick sick sicko) was that you could tell it wasn’t just a way of Mr Yancey channelling his inner Mel Brooks but that it was vital to the story. It set the blood-soaked scene, it created the terrifying atmosphere and, more importantly, it established the characters and the themes that are explored as the story goes on. It also provided some of my favourite passages of the book: “Ice crystals glittered like jewels festooning his ribs, lining the walls of his ripped-open stomach; his lungs looked like two enormous multi-faceted diamonds; his frozen viscera shone as brightly as wet marble. It was terrible. And it was beautiful.” Just one example… there are many writers nowadays that relish in their ability of turning something beautiful into something horrid. There aren’t many who do the opposite so convincingly. (I can’t tell you how many quotes I wrote down from this book. There were so many I could probably start a Tumblr entitled “Rick Yancey Talks About Life and Stars and, In Doing So, Speaks Directly to My Soul” and I would never run out of material.) Mr Yancey doesn’t seem to be a fan of happy endings or, actually, even hopeful endings. But they’re realistic… in a way a book about monsters can ever be realistic. These characters survive, they live to tell their tale, whether that’s a happy ending or whether that’s a curse is left to you to decide. I think the way Mr Yancey has constructed this story (with the added narrative of him finding Will Henry’s diaries) makes everything all the more poignant because we know the beginning and, unfortunately, we know the end. So what about the middle? Well… I guess Will Henry’s not finished just yet. Seeing as I’ve already used my fantastic line that would have got me an instant first in my essay and I can’t end my review on an epic and solemn and thought-provoking way, I’m just going to say: If you ever see this book lying around in the shop or the library or wherever, please get yourself a copy. Come on, snap to! Unless you’re squeamish at the thought of “curdled arterial spray” and “empty oracular cavities”. If so.. um… you should probably give this one a miss. You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog, Wear the Old Coat.(less) | Notes are private!
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Teetering between 4 and 4.5. “Death will continue… There will be a steady and endless stream of the dead, filling the land under the sea that can never...more Teetering between 4 and 4.5. “Death will continue… There will be a steady and endless stream of the dead, filling the land under the sea that can never be filled. But this is not sad This is beautiful. The beauty of this is that when you die there will always be someone waiting, there will always be those you have lost, standing there, the curve of their back and the stance of their feet so familiar. There will always be someone there, saying: -We have waited so long. It is so good to see you. Come here. Come here. Initial Final Page Thoughts. Woah… I can safely say I’ve never read a book like that before both in subject matter and emotions. High Points. Shorty. Marguerite.Toussaint L'Ouverture.Site Sole. One of the most original settings in any YA book I’ve read. Stories. Dirt. Vodou. Zombis. Notorious B.I.G. Voices in the darkness. Death. Hope. Friendship. Unflinching. Curses. Impeccably researched. Prophecies. Boys of cartilage and muscle and veins. History. The future. Then. Now. Always. Low Points. Even though I enjoyed (“enjoyed” isn’t really the word I’m looking for) the ‘Then’ parts and they were impeccably researched by Mr Lake, I couldn’t help my mind wandering a little. I found them interesting and beautifully written (One of my favourite quotes of the whole book was taken from one of these chapters [See top quote]) but I just wanted to get back to Shorty and his story. So really… it’s Mr Lake’s fault for creating such a brilliant character in Shorty. That’s right… his fault. *cough* Hero. Oh Shorty. I don’t want to really go into this too much because I think Shorty is the kind of character you really need to meet and get to know on your own. But my heart bled for this kid, it really did. His story isn’t an easy one to read but beneath the darkness (*groan* I’m sorry!) there is humour, faith and hope. Supporting Cast. Again, I’m not going to say much about this because of spoilers but one of the things I loved most about this book was the way that Mr Lake never asks us to forgive his characters. It may just be me, but I never got the feeling that this was a tale of redemption for any of the characters, even Shorty. It is how it is with this book; it’s real and it’s uncomfortable and problems aren’t solved. The villains have moments of greatness and the heroes have moments of darkness (*groan*… I’m sorry, it’s too easy!) Nothing is black and white with these characters and that’s why I love them. Theme Tune. Ready to Die- Notorious B.I.G. (I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that this song features about a million swear words… so, y’know. Those with sensitive ears…) I know this is probably a bit of a copout because this song features quite prominently in this book, but I don’t care, because the scenes where it features are extremely harrowing and unforgettable. Sadness Scale. 10/10. This book gutted me and there were a few points where it was difficult to actually get through it because of the situations portrayed. But like I always say in my reviews, I’m not a sensitive reader and I don’t mind when things get a bit dark, as long as they aren’t gratuitous or sensationalised for shock value. I’m so happy to say that Mr Lake’s portrayals were never like this. Taken from Mr Lake’s Author’s Note: “This is a work of fiction. That said, much in it is true. If you were hoping that some of the more unpleasant things you have just read were made up, then I apologise.” Apology accepted. :( Recommended For. People who are looking for a brilliantly research historical YA novel…..and people who aren’t claustrophobic. I received this book as a part of a tour set up by the wonderful wonderful UK Book Tours. You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog here.(less) | Notes are private!
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“Whales, porpoises, mermaids and mermen, dead sailors, fishes, crabs, tiny shrimps; the sea is forever full of eyes that watch me. I never fly far b...more
“Whales, porpoises, mermaids and mermen, dead sailors, fishes, crabs, tiny shrimps; the sea is forever full of eyes that watch me. I never fly far beyond the shore. If my town were a map the bay would have Here be Monsters written on it in golden ink.”
It always feels a cop out when I write a review about a book such as ‘The Earth Hums in B- Flat’ because I’m going to go on and on about how much I enjoyed it and you’ll read with wide-eyes shining, practically quivering with excitement because you want to know more and more… [I may or may not picture everyone who reads my reviews reading them like that. *cough*] And then I’ll be like: “SORRY! No can do, my friend, because if I say anything else the book will be spoilt and the only thing as bad as a book being spoilt is when someone pokes you in the side in the middle of a stretch.” So I’m going to try and be clever and get you to want to read this book without me actually telling you anything about what happens. Right from the start you are transported into post-war (I never actually got a hold of the exact date but I’m guessing late 50s because there is mention of the Munich Air Disaster) North Wales. It feels close and comforting and there are friendly Welsh people chatting with each other, making buttermilk and washing their front step. It is a wonderful setting; extremely quaint and rural and it almost made me feel nostalgic for not only a place I’d never been to, but also an era. Everyone in this village knows everyone and everyone knows everything about everyone. There is a lot of curtain-twitching in this book. There’s just something about nosey neighbours that I love so much, don’t ask me why. But all the secrets and the gossiping and the hearsay and the whispered rumours can only lead to two things: 1) Bad things happening. 2) A book that I couldn’t put down. Twelve year old Gwenny was such a delightful and unique character. I simply adored her. But I guess that doesn’t really say much because give a girl an imagination and she’s already a million times better than a lot of literary ladies. She’s inquisitive, she is clever and the people of her village and her family think she’s odd because she’s different. Isn’t that just the best way to be? I just loved her. She went through so much and she still had time to be cute as a little button all the way through. But it was the sense of family that really got to me in this book. Ms Strachan wrote these scenes impeccably. It’s all about family secrets, ancestry and it’s about finding out where you fit in amongst all that. My favourite parts of this book were the parts where Gwenny is creating her family tree. She goes around to her Nain’s to listen to stories about her family, goes and visits the gravestones of her relatives looking for their tales now forgotten and buried and then fills in the details with her bright pencil crayons. But these families have skeletons in their closet. Ms Strachan was able to really delve deep into the family dynamics and didn’t let you dare look away when things got a bit rough. And boy, did they get rough. Some scenes in this book were so tense I had to stop reading because I felt so claustrophobic. All of these characters had secrets and a lot of them were broken and Ms Strachan plants you firmly in the midst of it. I really connected with all of these characters and I couldn’t make up my mind whether I wanted to cuddle them, scowl at them, ignore them or throttle them. All of the above, maybe. The only reason why I’m not giving this book all the praise is because I worked out both of the major plot twist pretty early on. I think if anyone knows their historical figures will be able to guess at some things. Ooooh, cryptic. Also, some of the story-lines/character’s situations were left unopened and I almost got the impression that the reader is just left to assume a lot of things. But given the clues/evidence/what-have-you we’d be given along the way and even the ‘big reveal’ at the end, there were still a lot of things that I was unsatisfied with. And one more thing (real spoiler guys.. skip if you have any intention of reading this book): (view spoiler)[I couldn’t commend Ms Strachan highly enough on how she dealt with mental illness, especially the town’s reactions to it. I felt considering the era and the small-town mentality, it was really realistic and never once sensationalised. However, I couldn’t help but feel that it was sometimes used as a fall-back excuse for a lot of the major things that happened in this book. Why does her mam hate Gwenni so much? Depression. Why did Gwenny’s mam cheat on her husband? Depression. Why did Ifan beat his wife? Depression. Why doesn’t Richard’s dad believe in God? Depression. To me anyway, it sometimes felt a bit… easy and I guess I wanted more of an explanation as to why these things happened. I understand that mental illness could and probably was a factor in all of those things, but that was the only explanation we seemed to be given. And I guess I just needed a bit more of a concrete one. (hide spoiler)] [Wow, OK… maybe I didn’t like this book as much as I thought I did. Maybe I was in a post-reading glow.] But apart from those bits, this book was glorious and I would wholly recommend it to young adults and real-life adults alike. Gratuitous Castle Picture. I never actually got a hold on which town Gwenni lived in but I know it has a castle and it’s across the water from Cricieth. Which also has a catle but it’s nothing in comparison to hers. “In my sleep I have to fly up and up and up to avoid the gatehouse and the Red Dragon on our castle before diving again to the sands and the sea.” ![]() But it’s still pretty impressive, no? This review is part of Wythnos Cymraeg || Welsh Week. Find out more!(less) | Notes are private!
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“…they confessed they had always had a soft spot for old mountain stories like his, for tales of humble people and the courage it took to live their...more
“…they confessed they had always had a soft spot for old mountain stories like his, for tales of humble people and the courage it took to live their days. For true stories of magic and love.”
Initial Final Page Thoughts. I have a soft spot for old mountain stories like this. High Points. Sonia. Pancho. Rafael. Oscar. Trains. Valleys. Milagos. Abuela. Spirits. Superstitions. Hibiscus. Poetry. History. Traditions. Community. Humble mountain folk. Family. Wishes. Tres Montes. Longing to be ordinary. The shades of a reading tree. Low Points. I think I had come to the conclusion that this book was going to be a magical realism book when it actually wasn’t. When I read the synopsis I got so excited because it sounded so completely different to anything I had read. I’ve always loved magical realism and superstitions and old traditions and “old mountain stories” and although this book has some of these elements; I was expecting more. I don’t really want to go into detail but there were certain situations that, although were incredibly well-written and harrowing, seemed to eclipse Sonia’s story. The more I think about it, actually, the more I realise how misleading the title of this book is. It’s not really about The Girl Who Could Silence the Wind because a great chunk of the book isn’t even told from her perspective. I think this book is about community, friendship and family above everything, which is great and makes a refreshing change from “It’s my destiny to save the world blah blah blaaah”. I’ve just read through those above paragraphs and realised I’ve said a lot without actually saying anything. I guess my only low point is that I assumed that this book was going to be a different book than it actually was. I just wished we had been allowed to spend more time in the shade of a reading tree telling stories of superstitions, ghosts, traditions, community, magic and anonymous hibiscus flowers on your window ledge. Heroine. Like I mentioned before, I really wish we had spent more time with Sonia because she was not only an incredibly likeable heroine (a novelty in YA, I know) but a well-thought out and original character. One of the main things I loved about Sonia was that, even though she was described as ‘special’ because of the belief that she had the power to heal people (cue alarm bells), there was so much more to her than that. I often wonder with some of the ladies in YA fiction, you know the ones “I’m special because it’s my destiny to save the world and get stuck in a love triangle”, what would happen if you took away their “special-ness”. Yeah, Sonia had something that those girls lack: personality. She was clever, hardworking, funny, loyal and I loved her. Also, I believe that shawls are an incredibly underrated garment. Yeaaah Pancho was a hero. He was the hero of this story. I think my heart now belongs to a green eyed Chilean taxi-driver with dreams of being a poet. *glares at Sonia* Rafael. HA. I have such a weakness for cheeky boys with a healthy appetite for I loved Rafael and I loved the banter he had with Sonia. More fun big brothers in YA please! Theme Tune. Rivers and Roads by The Head and the Heart. For Pancho. Sigh. Yeah, I love him. GET OVER IT. Sadness Scale. 8/10. Oh no. I thought this book was going to be a happy ending. And it was, riiiiiight the end. It had a happy last page. But before that?! Gosh. I’m going to completely go against everything I wrote in my low points and contradict myself thoroughly by saying the next thing, but whatever it’s my review. I loved that Ms Medina pulled the rug out from under me when I read this book and added the-situation-I’m-not-mentioning-because-of-spoilers that I wasn’t expecting. I appreciate why Ms Medina added this storyline because it was fascinating to read about something which I wasn’t familiar with before I read this book. Extremely harrowing and beautifully written. Sorry to be vague but most of the sadness stems from this situation and, as much as I don’t want to spoil it for you, I also want you to be as sad as I was. Recommended For. People who are looking for an original story with great characters, beautiful settings and an ever so slight vein of magic running through it. People who believe in superstitions. People who have a soft spot for tales of humble mountain folk. People who could happily spend hours listening to stories in the shade of a tree. People who like boys who are “too given to daydreams”. People who were wondering where Sonia was when the wind was battering the British Isles this past week… try silencing that, Miss Ocampo! I received a copy of this book from the publishers. You can read this review and lots of other exciting stuff on my blog here.(less) | Notes are private!
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"A missing piece can be very bad for the puzzle, whether in the natural world, or politics, or here in the belly of an airship."
Initial Final Page T...more "A missing piece can be very bad for the puzzle, whether in the natural world, or politics, or here in the belly of an airship." Initial Final Page Thoughts. That’s what I want to know, Alek. That’s what I want to know. High Points. Deryn. Alek. This world… wooow, why doesn’t it exist yet?! Huxleys. Darwinists. Clankers. Flying wales. Cow farts. Trinkets&Diddies. Messenger lizards. Science. Nature. Snowshoes. Tazza. Dr Barlow. Frostbitten bums. Odd kind of tingling. The prospect of sequels… Low Points. I think I’ll appreciate this book all the more when I look back on it after reading the others… which may or may not be zooming down the motorway to my house as I type. This isn’t a gripe directed solely at Mr Westerfeld… more like everyone who has ever written a story where a girl dresses up as a boy and no one notices. Yes, that’s right. It’s also directed at YOU director of Shakespeare in Love and that film where Channing Tatum takes his top off a lot and there’s football… sorry, soccer, involved! She’s the Man. Basically this rant is aimed at Shakespeare. *shakes first* Sure, I could get over it if the girl in question was like… a baby. People would notice a sixteen year old girl (who looks extremely pretty in the illustrations, I need to add!) was gallivanting around a whale! Even if her diddies are on the small side. The whole idea of people changing one thing about themselves and all of the sudden are unrecognisable is a serious pet peeve of mine (I But you know what?! I don’t care because Deryn is brilliant and if anyone could fool a ship full of silly boys she could! Hero. Oh Alek, I think you’re going to end up getting overshadowed in this review which is completely unfair because you are brilliant too. But… well… Derynissocool……*whines* Sorry, Alek. I’m back with you, promise. You have all this ridiculous stuff happening around you and you still have the time to be a Grade A sweetheart? I applaud you because if I was an Austro-Hungarian prince I would be whinging like nobody’s business. I loved how he was innocent and naïve I’m really excited to see where Alek’s learning curve takes him. Also, the banter between him and Deryn was hilarious.
And I can’t wait to see what happens when what I think will happen happens! YES YES YES. I’ve only read one book but already Deryn is one of my favourite female heroines. She can fashion a zipwire while dangling under a squid-thing! I’m going to start adding that to my necessary friend requirements. And this is the point where I would get slightly nervous because I always fall in love with fantastic heroines in the first book of a series and then get my heart dashed as it goes on (Looking at you, Katniss!)… but I have no doubt that Deryn and I are for keeps. *fingers crossed* And OH, I caught you with your tingling feelings after a certain prince hugged you. Don’t think I didn’t see that! Just because you’re a soldier doesn’t mean you can’t twist your skirts every now and again… or um, you know… your uniformed pants. Again, I can’t wait to see what happens when what I think will happen happens ! Illustrations. When the wonderful Catie recommended this book to me to be part of my Illustrated Book Week I was sceptical because it didn’t look like the kind of book that should be illustrated. I mean it wasn’t about magic or fairy tales or monsters. It was about alternative war and machines and.... boy stuff. But, boy am I glad it was illustrated?! I think they are particularly important because they are so detailed and perfectly capture Westfeld’s fantastical world. They almost looked like they had been produced with the smog and grime and grease from one of the Clanker's machines. What I loved was that even though they were highly detailed and intricate, they also managed to maintain their cartoon-ness (Is there a word for that?). I loved the pictures with the characters on them the most because Mr Thompson got their facial expressions perfectly. Also, the fact that Deryn is taller than Alek was brilliant! Theme Tune. I couldn’t find any song that really went with giant whale airships and clanking. So I’m* going to choose a song for my girl, Deryn. Just a Girl by No Doubt. *Well, I say I’m- fellow music lover Catie chose this one because I was too busy buying the next two books. Sadness Scale. 3/10. Almost zilch but I think Alek’s story (if you know your…um, alternate history you’ll know what I mean) was really sad. Poor little pup. And also, while I’m thinking about it, Deryn’s story is sad as well. But she doesn’t tend to dwell… I hope we’ll get to find out more about these and their feelings as the series goes on. Recommended For. People who are looking for a fast-paced, high-action book with great characters and fantastic potential for the rest of the books. People who live in places where they can’t get mobile reception but have an abundance of lizards who seem to listen to your conversations! People who think that the smell of fish and cow farts always lead to adventure. People who would look great in a bowler hat. People who actually use the words “boffin” and “ninny” in everyday conversations (I actually do, you know, when I’m not swearing like a lorry driver.) People who always take medicine when they go on their glacial hikes. Boys who couldn’t recognise a girl if she cut her hair short and wore pants. People who are suspicious of eggs. People who can’t wait to see what happens when what they think will happen happens. You can read this review and other exciting things on my blog here.(less) | Notes are private!
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“No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the cag...more
“No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can’t answer anything except I cannot” I think I read this book all wrong. I think I was reading too much into it or, as the case probably is, not into it enough. I’ll start with the things I didn’t like because I’m the kind of girl who likes to get the bad news first so it’s out of the way and I can be consoled and wrap myself in the fuzzy warmth of the good news. Firstly, I was expecting this to be a more… definite. Don’t get me wrong: It is about the war and it was really interesting the read about the persecution of Romani gypsies at the hands of the Nazis in Eastern Europe. I can’t think of any other books that I’ve read, and certainly not young adult ones, that focus on this subject. But it was about the war in extremely abstract terms. Soldiers, tanks, bombs and weapons are all mentioned but almost in passing and in conversation between the animals. Yes. The talking animals. So, I’m not sure whether that was just me and my expectations but yeah… so that was my main problem. I wonder how I would have felt about reading this if I hadn’t read so many books about WW2 in succession? Oh well, we’ll never know. It was also extremely short and I would have loved to have spent more time on Andrej and Tomas’ journey as opposed to the head-scratching conversations with the animals. Anyway, now to the good parts. Wow, Ms Hartnett can write. Holy guacamole! There was a point, as my hand started to get cramp, whether I seriously considered just forgetting writing down my favourite passages and just photocopying it to stick in my notebook. It read like a fairy tale… like a true fairy tale. Dark, frightening, thought-provoking and with wisps of magic snaking through the prose. This is how writing should be all the time. THERE IS NO EXCUSE, AUTHORS. Here are a few of my favourite parts:
I also loved the relationship between Andrej and Tomas. I love stories that focus on siblings (I have two and they’re both a huge part of my life!) rather than a romantic element because I always think that romance is easy (or at least it’s easier) to write. Relationships between siblings are much more complex, there’s always love but there isn’t always like. Ms Hartnett created such a pure and wonderful relationship between these boys (and let’s not forget Wilma!). And the illustrations? Yes. They were so gorgeous. My favourite was the one where the boys first see the wolf standing in his enclosure in the moonlight. They were extremely striking, simple but effective. So even though this book was a little disappointing, I still liked it and I have on good authority (From the lovely Nomes at Inkcrush!) that her other books are fantastic and I hope to get around to reading them soon. This review is part of my Poppies & Prose feature. You can find out more here.(less) | Notes are private!
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“How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement…no matter how temporary.”
and because I couldn’t decide between...more “How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement…no matter how temporary.” and because I couldn’t decide between the two…. “At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it’s easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.” Initial Final Page Thoughts. Those last 3 pages, wow. High Points. Craig.Snow. Brothers. Church camp. Patchwork. Under the pool table. Cubby holes. Identity. Faith. The future. First loves. Doubt (“It’s reassuring”). And, of course, the illustrations. How can people say they don’t like graphic novels when they look like these ones? On the back of my book, Entertainment Weekly described Blankets as “visual poetry” and I can’t help but agree. It truly is wonderful. Low Points. This book won’t be for everyone and, I don’t mind admitting this, it wasn’t for me for a good 100 pages in the middle. But don’t worry because the other 400 pages I loved. I’m not sure what it was but there was something about the feel of the story that I just wasn't getting. I also didn’t know that this book was going to be so focussed on religion and Craig’s struggle with his faith. I’m not religious but I find religion fascinating and a lot of my close friends are religious so I know how (hopefully) how to treat it with respect, even if I don't agree. I loved how Mr Thompson portrayed the conflict and his own personal struggles after having such an intense Christian upbringing respectfully and intelligently. I also loved that he didn't go down the whole “Uhh, yeah, religion is crap”... “But why is it ‘crap’?”… “Uh well, because it is” road. He actually had a reasoning for his feelings and he portrayed them honestly and without an agenda. The only problem with this is that, because I’m not completely familiar with Christianity, a lot of it went over my head. I can’t help but think I would have enjoyed those 100 or so pages more if I’d known about the subject. Hero. I feel a bit strange talking about this because obviously Blankets is a memoir and Craig is… uh, well real, but never mind. It’s safe to say that Craig broke my heart on every single page. His narration, or more appropriate, his feelings which were poured on each page, had such unflinching honesty were both parts incredibly brutal and beautiful. I don’t want to say much more because I kind of want you to meet him on your own. Reaaaad it. Love Interest. Oh Raina, you little dreamer. I can’t help but feel you would be best friends with all of John Green’s heroines. I’m finding it quite difficult to talk about Raina and her role in her book because when you look at it from a distance it’s easy to describe it as “Oh yeah, it’s all about first love and flirting and snowball fights and snow frolicking”. And yeah, Craig’s relationship with Raina and the accompanying emotions takes up about 300 pages of this book but the story really isn’t anything about that. To me, it’s more about Craig’s isolation, his struggle with his faith and his need to find his place in the world. Also, there are no snowball fights but there is snow frolicking. I loved how Mr Thompson used Raina illustrate how easily people can move on from things that were so amplified at a certain point in their life, almost to the extent that they gave them definition. But when you move past it and look back, you realise that it wasn’t as shiny and important as you first thought.
But I wouldn’t say that this was really a love story. (The pictures in this section were my favourite though, so gorgeous and striking) Also, Raina can make patchwork blankets. Infinite Brownie points for her. Illustrations. I feel saying whether I loved these illustrations will be redundant because it’s safe to say I love all illustrations. I can think of three reasons why this could be: 1) The illustrations truly are beautiful. 2) I can’t draw for toffee so I respect people who can. 3) I love everything, I’m boring and I’m predictable. Combination of all three? But I really did love these illustrations and they’ve brought me to come to the decision that I prefer graphic novels in black and white. I adored how you could tell that each page was thought about carefully, where each panel would be placed on the page, where the dialogue bubble would go. Everything, even down to the swirls in the dream pages. Theme Tune. Keep Your Head Up by Ben Howard. Sadness Scale. 8/10. I really want to give certain authors this book to show them the meaning behind the phrase “show not tell”. You know in films where the best harrowing/emotional scenes are told with no dialogue, minimal background music and subtlety? That is what Blankets is like. I can’t describe it properly, and hopefully people who are familiar with graphic novels will understand what I’m trying to say, but emotional scenes in graphic novels seem to somehow create a sense of distance (minimal words telling you how you should feel) and intimacy (almost like you’re looking through their living room window as their world falls apart) that other books can’t seem to recreate. I love books, whether they’re written or graphic, that present all the pieces but leave the reader to put them together. Recommended For. People who have ever struggled to figure out where they fit in with it all. People who love stunning illustrations. People who have ever believed their bedroom was the sea and their bed was a boat (I actually used to pretend my floor was lava, I was a very strange kiddywink). People who enjoy making quilts. People who refuse to stand up for mediocrity. People who refuse to believe in static… it’s always magic. People who would get ignored at Church Camp. You can read this review and other exciting things on my blog here.(less) | Notes are private!
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Oh my god. Honest to goodness spoiler lies within. (view spoiler)["Unable to guess the answer, she asked, "Who am I, that you should love me?" "You are M...more Oh my god. Honest to goodness spoiler lies within. (view spoiler)["Unable to guess the answer, she asked, "Who am I, that you should love me?" "You are My Queen," said Eugenides. She sat perfectly still, looking at him without moving as his words dropped like water into dry earth. "Do you believe me?" he asked. "Yes," she answered. "Do you love me?" "Yes." "I love you." And she believed him. (hide spoiler)] And if that isn't the most perfect, gut-wrenching way to finish a book, I don't know what is. I'm not sure if I can even write a review for this book. (less) | Notes are private!
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You don’t get many crocodiles in Manchester. I know, I know, I should have warnings when I drop bombs like that, shouldn’t I? I hope you weren’t drink...more
You don’t get many crocodiles in Manchester. I know, I know, I should have warnings when I drop bombs like that, shouldn’t I? I hope you weren’t drinking or anything… apologies if your computer is now a bit damp. I think the closest I’ve ever come to a crocodile was on a school trip to Chester Zoo but… well, when there’s a place you can go where bats fly around your head, crocodiles don’t really register. I don’t know anything about crocodiles. And, while I’m talking about things that I don’t really know much about, I’ll admit I don’t know much about Australia’s Northern Territory. All of Australia to me looks like Jellicoe Road….and, um…. Ramsay Street*. I mean I’ve seen Crocodile Dundee and I am aware that Paul Hogan exists. Does that count? Of course not. So it may sound weird when I say that this book, which is about a seventeen boy who lives in Australia’s Northern Territory and works on a crocodile tour boat, is one of the most affective YA books I’ve read this year and, possibly, ever. I first heard about this book when I read Mrs Scott’s fantastic review on her blog. I’d never heard of Ms Jeffrey before. I know there are a lot of authors who fly under the radar but seeing as I am all about the contemporary, I like to think that I have my finger on the pulse. I like to keep a look out for YA contemporary authors, especially ones from Australia because you know they are going to be good. So why I left this book on my bookshelf for so long, I have no idea, because I think that, on this book alone, Ms Jeffrey is up there with my favourite YA contemporary authors. This book has everything we’ve come to expect from Australian YA. Fresh, raw dialogue. Fearless subject matters. A subtle humour that runs through the pages. Fantastic characters and…. Actually, I’m not going to describe this book in relation to any other book because I haven’t really read another book like it. I went into this book not really knowing what it was about and I’m so glad I did. I think with some books it’s OK to go into knowing about the plot but this one isn’t. Instead, I’m going to talk about Barry, our narrator. I always wonder why there aren’t many YA books with male narrators. They really are a rare commodity, aren’t they? I’m not saying that everyone should start writing books with male narrators willy-nilly, because actually, the thing that struck me the most about Barry wasn’t that he was a boy but that he was authentic. I never felt like I was reading a grown woman writing about a teenager, I felt like I was reading a book about a seventeen year old teenage boy. Maybe Ms Jeffrey can hand out lessons on how to write authentic teenage narrators to some authors. Actually, no. She definitely should because then that would mean I would only have to read books written that feature narrators that I actually care about. Again, it’s sad that is a rare commodity. But I really cared about Barry and, as I flicked through my notes before writing this review, I realised he’s one of those narrators that people like me say cliché things about. He’s been through a lot. He’s broken but he’s strong. It’s so refreshing to find a narrator like him. He’s going to stay with me for a long time. But, as ever, I stand by my clichés. All of the above. A thousand times yes. I loved Barry Mundy and he’s probably the only person who could get me on a boat in crocodile infested waters. That means a lot. It’s difficult to talk about this book without alluding to spoilery plot points. I will say that it’s not an easy book to read, not at all, especially when I connected with Barry so much. It was difficult to see Barry go through everything he did. It’s heavy, it’s powerful, it’s uncomfortable but, most importantly, it’s not sentimental. I loved how Ms Jeffrey took a step back from Barry’s story, judging the distance perfectly so the reader wasn’t completely alienated but was prevented from getting too close and being told what to think and how to feel. I think this is where Ms Jeffrey excels. This book could have ‘emotional manipulation’ stamped all over it but luckily, Ms Jeffrey knew what she was doing and her writing did all the talking. Cliché, maybe, but she had me completely captivated, lump in my throat, e-mail open so I could send rambling e-mails to Anna with sentences like “OMG, WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN!?!” Barry’s narration is so matter-of-fact and passive and it broke my heart so many times I’ve lost count. “I just felt the road keeping on in front of me and I followed it.” Sure, I wanted to get closer because I wanted to see that Barry was OK and… well, ok yeah, I wanted to give him a cuddle too, but I loved how things were left unsaid. Problems were left unsolved. Characters that were OK in the beginning were lost at the end. Everything was still messy, but while I wouldn’t say it was a happy ending, I’d say this book had the perfect ending. I found myself holding my breath right along with Barry Mundy and when I read the final page, there was a certain kind of peace and acceptance that things just might be ok in the end… eventually. I also absolutely adored the setting. It was bleak, isolated and the earthy tone of the story perfectly framed the book’s main theme: finding your place in the world and making sense of it. How can you feel significant when you’re surrounded by vast amounts of nature that has survived for millions of years?
Ms Jeffrey’s descriptions of Barry’s surroundings paired with the eccentric and colourful characters he meets was extremely powerful and truly gave me the feel of what ‘off-the-beaten-track’ Australia is like. I don’t think this book would have worked half as well as it did if it was set in suburbia or in an Australian high school. I had this great idea of writing about six paragraphs about the exploration of nature and the beautiful and heart-wrenching metaphors that. But I forgot that I don’t have to do that anymore because I’m not getting marked on this review (AM I?!). Also, why should I make you sit through my writing when I can use something that Ms Jeffrey penned?
And that’s just one out of about fifty quotes I picked out. This whole book is practically re-written in my note book accompanied by sad faces and ‘ohhhhh!’s. Because that’s what reviewers do, yes? I don’t have enough space to write all the praise I have for this book, so I’m going to stop here. Go and buy this book. Read it. Tell Barry I say hi. I think you’ll like him. *It was either watch Neighbours or do my uni degree. Toss a coin? You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog, Wear the Old Coat.(less) | Notes are private!
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This poem does not contain spoilers for Quintana HOWEVER if you haven't read Froi of the Exiles, be off with you. Shoo. Finnikin of the Rock. Froi of th...more This poem does not contain spoilers for Quintana HOWEVER if you haven't read Froi of the Exiles, be off with you. Shoo. Finnikin of the Rock. Froi of the Exiles. Here she is. Crazy as ever… You may think that it would be difficult to get behind A heroine who snarls at people, keeping them at arm’s length. But, for me at least, Quintana will always be my ultimate heroine, As she’s a girl who survives because of her resilience and strength. And I want her to be my life coach, my best friend, Because I can’t imagine a life without her savage little stare. (I also feel it’s of the utmost importance that a girl from Manchester knows how to kill, gut and skin a hare.) I adored how we, with the help of first person account, Are allowed to creep inside the madness of our girl Q. We get to see what makes her heart beat (or maybe...who makes it beat.) And it’s easy to see there is a little Quintana in both me and in you. But I guess this leads me to the only quibble that I have with this book. Gasp. I know! Sacrilege. But…. OK, it’s the name. Because this book may be about our crazy queen. But there were other stories and I loved them all the same. This is the story of Phaedra and the girls in the valley. And it’s about the Charynites who fought for peace. It’s about a woman full of anger and a bitter man, and the one they both adore. And Luci-en; possibly the only guy who could look hot in a fleece. And it’s about the “ginger king” and his beloved queen, Who made me hate them one minute but love them the next. The couple who started it all and hold everyone together. With a love so fierce and pure and mind-blowingly complex. And let’s not forget about the powerful white witch Who keeps a warrior as her lover, the one with the scar. And “our boy”, my favourite, with the story like no other, He grew up to be pretty much everything, not at all “Dafar”. This book isn’t about just one girl and what she does, It’s about hundreds of voices, greater than the sum of their parts. And it’s that that makes MM the queen of writing about families, Friends, lovers and enemies and the connections of their hearts. Q of C is about journeys, both of the physical and mental. It’s about not giving up for the one you love, no matter how much you’ve bled. It’s about connections, circumstances and trusting those you never did. OH and it also has girls telling the boys exactly how they want to be treated in the marital bed. I was genuinely concerned that crafty Double M Would end this series in a way that would make it difficult for me to cope. And while I do not want to spoil this book for you… I can divulge that there’s an ending full of “Hope. Hope. Hope.” Words or pitiful rhyme cannot express how much I adore this Series and the characters that live within these pages. And I have a horrible feeling that if I want to read something That will affect me like this series has, I will be waiting ages. Why do I always feel like this after I finish fantasy books? The ones that speak to me the most, that make me cry and smile. It’s because, I think, that they’re the books that let me Escape from reality… if only for a little while. I am distraught that it’s over but I know I will revisit Skuldenore And catch up with Because all I have to do is visit my bookshelf, and once again I’ll be back with them. And that’s me looking on that wonderful, wonderful wondrous side.
I received a copy of this book from the author. No more Jo-etry for a while now, Brownie promise. ;) You can read this review and lots of other exciting things on my blog, Wear the Old Coat.(less) | Notes are private!
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Les Mis-lite. OK, I kind of demolished this. Whoops. I enjoyed this one a lot more than I thought I would. Just shows you don't need angst and star-cros...more Les Mis-lite. OK, I kind of demolished this. Whoops. I enjoyed this one a lot more than I thought I would. Just shows you don't need angst and star-crossed lovers and douchey boys to make a book interesting. You need bloody revolutions, headless mannequins, blackmail, intrigue, magicians and a lovely, sweet romance with a girl who is just cute as a button. YES. Full review to come when my laptop isn't throwing a wobbly. (less) | Notes are private!
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There are slight spoilers hovering around in this review… I’m going to try and not spoil it outright but if you don’t want to know anything about it…...more
There are slight spoilers hovering around in this review… I’m going to try and not spoil it outright but if you don’t want to know anything about it… here’s the short version: read it read it read it. “Together always. Free… And their lives ahead of them, around them, spilling from them as they screamed Whoooooooooo like three demented owls. What joy it was to be, what joy.” Initial Final Page Thoughts. Breath taken and hairs on the back of my neck standing up… wowowow. This book was spectacular. High Points. Shell. Father Rose. Trix. Jimmy. Caves. Rhymes. Altar boys who think unholy thoughts. Buckets and spades. Doing a Mary Magdalene. Ireland. Jezebel. See Shells. Piers. Mirrors. Faith. Spirituality. Bras. Hope. Ferris Wheels. “The dreams and laughs and tears. The here-and-nows and the here-afters.” Low Points. I honestly can’t think of one that won’t sound lame like “It wasn’t long enough”. So… I’m passing on this one. ….. But it wasn’t long enough. I wanted to know what happened after… what happened to Shell, what happened to Father Rose, what happened to Trix and what happened to Jimmy…. *sulks* Heroine. Oh Shell, my heart is bleeding for you. But you’re the kind of heroine who wouldn’t want my sympathy… so I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. I was emotionally invested in your story, your narration, your circumstances. And I still am. If it helps you also have my utmost respect because you are one of the strongest heroines I’ve ever read. Shell’s narration often had me stopping and reading over the paragraphs again because they were so beautiful.
Shell’s narration is so breathless and passionate and so full of feeling, it was impossible to look away. There was one scene… in a cave… with the boy… that was possibly the most compelling sex scenes I’ve read in YA fiction. Not a “deflowering” in sight either… Hurrraaaah. Ms Dowd’s portrayal of Shell’s battle with her faith, after everything she’s been through, was so compelling. But what I loved most about this book was after I finished it, I still had no idea where Ms Dowd stood on religion. I think with books with ‘controversial’ subjects, it is so easy for authors to inject their own beliefs and write a story that is basically a vehicle to bully them on to their readers. But this never happened. Shell was so resilient and even though she would have had my full support if she wanted to crawl under the duvet and weep into her pillow, she never did. She stands alone throughout most of this book but, even when everyone turns their back on her, she remains true to herself. And, throughout it all, she still has time to raise her brother and her sister without a second thought. I think Shell and I are going to be friends for a while. Father Rose. “Coolbar isn’t ready for a gum-chewing priest.” Maybe not, but I definitely was. Lovedlovedloved this man. And his car, Jezebel. And I loved his ending. “Isn’t the world a mad fandango?” Here be minor spoilers. OK, I know, I knowww. I’m not supposed to like Declan after everything he did and after everything he didn’t. But I so so so did. Yes, he’s a bad boy but not a cliché bad boy who dwell in dark classrooms of YA books that stare and leer and brood from the side lines. He’s actually a boy. A realistic boy that you can imagine sitting at the back of the bus, scrawling crude graffiti on the back of the seat, grabbing at you, making suggestive comments to you when you walk by, who wonders what kind of bra the Virgin Mary would wear and calls going to have a quick shufty in a field “Doing a Mary Magdalene”. I think Shell understood this too.
See? If Shell still likes him… how can I hate him? I don’t think Ms Dowd would have wanted me to, anyway. I bet she had a lot of fun with Declan. I know I know. He made some bad decisions. But they were realistic decisions and he wasn’t to know and I like to think that if he had known, he would have made different ones. I think he really did care for Shell… and, not because he had to like Trix and Jimmy did. But because of her.
Ohh. Theme Tune. After the Storm by Mumford & Sons. And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you find there, With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair. I don’t know what it is about Mumford and Sons but they always seem to find the words to emotions when I can't. The more I listen to this song, the more I realise how perfect it is for this book and mirrors the journey that Shell goes on and how she comes out of it all stronger and braver. Sadness Scale. 10/10. I don’t usually cry at books and this one was no exception… probably because my body felt so numb and my mind was so fixated on Shell’s story that I forgot how to cry. When you find out what this book is about, whether it’s from reading the book or reading a review or whatever, you will no doubt roll your eyes and think “Oh god, not one of those stories”. Believe me, I did it too. Ms Dowd created a novel that is equal parts harrowing and beautiful. It’s a story that is told without judgement or an agenda or melodrama. Even though this book is awfully sad and one that will stick with me for a long time, what I loved most about it was the hopefulness at the end. No, it wasn’t a happy ending as such. The characters are still shrouded in uncertainty and there are still problems and Ms Dowd doesn’t insult the intelligence of her readers by suggesting everything is going to be fine. But she leaves us with such hope and positivity and joy that there is a chance, even if it is small, that they will all make it through. And I think they will. Recommended For. Everyone. People who want a realistic novel that focuses on the heroine and her strengths rather than how she acts around a boy. People who wonder if the altar boys are always thinking holy thoughts. People who like to pick up stones for no reason. People who like make up rhymes. People who think a smooth stretch of sand on the beach is for jumping on and messing up. People who aren’t top of their class but who are in a class of their own. You can read this review and other exciting things on my blog here.(less) | Notes are private!
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“It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, p...more
“It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.”
Initial Final Page Thoughts. Wow, what beautiful ending. And book, actually. Extremely unique, fascinating and honest. High Points. Ellie. Mike. Trust. Doubt. Truth. Lies. Perception. Bracing rivers. Baked potatoes. Old cottages. Bunking classes. Cookery. The future. Team Karyn. Low Points. Even though I liked the romance between Mikey and Ellie, I’m not sure whether it would have progressed so quickly in reality. I think, with a subject matter like this one, there would have been a lot more anger in there and it would have taken longer for them to turn to each other and realised how they felt. I kept getting muddled with how much time had gone past in this book, it could have been a little clearer. But that’s only a little quibble- the rest was absolutely brilliant. Heroine. Oh Ellie. You had me conflicted throughout most of this book. One chapter I thought you were ok, the next I loved you, the next chapter I was screaming ‘Ew, if you’re going to come back fighting don’t liken yourself to Jean fricken Grey. Do you not remember how that ended?!', and then I hated her. Really hated her. And then I loved her again. And I ended on loving her. Ms Downham did a beautiful job with Ellie, a girl in an unimaginable and horrific situation. But Ellie, my love, stop jumping in rivers. Yes, it sounds fun and edgy and cool but we live in Britain and you’ll catch your death. Hero. Mikey, mind if I call you Mike? I don’t like the name Mikey, it makes you sound about five. I was a bit worried about you first, partly because you were playing a dangerous game with Ellie and also you were carrying a spanner. Which is never good. But then I warmed up to you as the book went on… and I mean really warmed up to you. You’re a bit of a one, you make no apologies, you’re loyal to your family, you’re sweet with Ellie and your friends, you have dreams and you know how to cook. I didn’t hinder that I was totally picturing you as a Tony Stonem. Boom. Theme Tune. This was a difficult song to choose because, as I’ve mentioned before, there were so many issues and emotions covered. But I’ve decided to focus on the, as Mikey said, the best thing that came out of this whole thing. You Make it Easy by Air.
This book wasn’t a love story… but there was definitely love in it. Sadness Scale. 9/10. It would be really easy to dismiss this book as a modern Romeo & Juliet story (If it had believe me, this book would have been flung out of the window so hard) and about teenagers coming together in exceptional circumstances. But as much as I liked their relationship and it was sweet and tactfully done, I felt this story was about so much more than that. (view spoiler)[If a girl is drunk and is raped, it’s her fault because she was the one who put herself into that situation, right? Or if she chooses to wear short skirts she’s obviously “asking for it”, right? If a girl has had previous sexual partners she obvious wants to have sex with everyone, right? And if she goes around to a boy’s house it’s an invitation for him to do as he pleases… right? (hide spoiler)] It is horrific to think that these thoughts occur at all, never mind how often they actually do. It’s a complex story about loss, fear, justice, allegiance, doubt and trust but Downham explores them all to great depth with unflinching honesty and respect without ever resorting to manipulating her readers. Recommended For. Anyone who wants a beautifully written book about a difficult subject matter. People who don’t mind books without definite answers. People who would be quite happy just to paddle in rivers because the water is freezing. You can read this review and lots of other fun stuff on my blog here.(less) | Notes are private!
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My head isn't in the right place for this book and I really want to do Ms Marriott's gorgeous world justice. Will definitely go back to it when I'm fee...more My head isn't in the right place for this book and I really want to do Ms Marriott's gorgeous world justice. Will definitely go back to it when I'm feeling a bit more with it :)(less) | Notes are private!
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This review is part of my Poppies & Prose feature. 3.5 stars "I tell you, if we had one jot of the courage of these animals we should be in Paris...more This review is part of my Poppies & Prose feature. 3.5 stars "I tell you, if we had one jot of the courage of these animals we should be in Paris by now and not slugging it out here in the mud... It was not their fault they were sent on a fool's errand. They are not circus animals, they are heroes, do you understand, heroes, and they should be treated as such." So I have to admit when I first started reading this book, I didn’t have high expectations. There are three reasons for this: 1) It’s so short! I know less is sometimes more but… it’s 165 pages. That could get lost in my back teeth! 2) It’s aimed at younger readers. And I mean…. younger readers. I’d say middle grade at least. 3) I’m kind of scared of horses ever since the one time I went camping with Brownies and a horse chomped on my culottes. They’re just too big and scary with their nickering and … *shudders* And then I found out it was told from the perspective of a horse and…. OK, I really didn’t know much about this book before I started it so I was kind of aghast when I saw how short it was, how it was probably written for people half my age and that it was told from the perspective of probably the great great great granddad of the horse WHO NEARLY ATE ME. And that, my friends, is why you should always do your research. But research can sometimes be a problematic thing because if I had read about this book and found out the aforementioned stuff and I know I would have given this book a miss. And I would really have missed out on a wonderful book. (It’s still too short though.) Joey’s story starts in the tranquil fields of a Devon after being bought as a young colt from an auction house when Britain was on the cusp of the First World War. He is soon sold into the cavalry and shipped off to France. Even though this book is aimed at a middle-grade level, this book didn’t read like it. The language was evocative, descriptive and captivating. Mr Morpurgo never talks down to his readers and choosing honesty rather than sheltering them from what really happened in WW1 because it could be too distressing. What I enjoyed most about this book is how Joey was used as a vehicle to explore the feelings of the soldiers, on both sides of no man’s land. As the book, and the war, goes on and his circumstances change, Joey’s journey leads him to meeting a handful of characters in the war torn fields of France. Whether it was Captain Nicholls, Friederich, David, Emilie or Topthorn, his fellow horse, the connections he made with them were always true, even if they were fleeting. I loved how the soldiers (and let’s not forget Emilie!) saw Joey as their fellow comrade, feeling comfortable to sit with him in his stables and tell Joey their secrets, their worries and their futures. For me, it was these interactions with “the real heroes” that made this story so powerful and intricate, even though the pages were minimal. It is a poignant story that combines the themes of determination, unwavering devotion, bravery and compassion with a story that a lot of people will find interesting. Before reading this, I knew little of the cavalry in WW1 or actually how many horses served over there. The scenes with the Veterinary Corps were particularly interesting because you don’t really think of things like that when you think of the First World War. OK, maybe you do. But I certainly didn’t. I can understand why this book, which was first published in 1982 , is so widely read in schools and of course why it is now an award winning stage play (which I desperately want to see by the way. I saw a documentary about the making of it and it looks brilliant). A lot of the feelings and emotions that Morpurgo explores are not only universal, but timeless too. I could, with mild reluctance, say that Joey would be the only horse I would be willingly friends with. And I’d even let him have a bit of the crusty bread. As long as he promised to leave my garments alone. (less) | Notes are private!
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"Maybe I don’t want to be remarkable, don’t want to fly or speak some bizarre angel language or save the world one hot guy at a time. I just want to...more
"Maybe I don’t want to be remarkable, don’t want to fly or speak some bizarre angel language or save the world one hot guy at a time. I just want to be human."
Initial Final Page Thoughts. So… apparently not all PR make me want to punch wildly at things. Consider me told…. High Points. A paranormal romance book that didn’t make me want to gouge my own eyes out. Tucker. Clara. Angels. Snow drifts. Bluebell. Cowboys. Black Wings. Fly fishing. Heaven. Hell. Visions. Horses. The Pink Garter. Glory. Skiing. History classes. T-Shirts. Secrets. Prom. Carrots. Low Points. The majority of the twists were very predictable, especially that last one. See boy angst. Also… that ending was a tad anti-climactic. If it wasn’t for those things, however, this book would definitely be a 5* book. Heroine. I was so scared to read this book because I normally find it impossible to talk about a paranormal YA book without using the phrase Useless and simpering heroines are my Kryptonite. So imagine my JOY when Clara was smart, funny, kind, a great friend, allowed herself to get to know a guy before she decided she moved into Love Town (or… at least, one guy) and she reacted in a normal way when she is told she has wings. Or… um, I imagine that would be the normal way. I don’t really have much experience in that matter. Anyway, I loved that Clara wasn’t all ‘Ooooh, I’m so important and no one in my life understands me and what I’m going through. I just want to be normal but it’s my destiny to be annoying all the time’. Sure she had her moments… but they were fleeting and her thoughts stayed relatively italics free. I can imagine Clara and me being best friends. I’d be the less flighty and celestial one who What? I didn’t say I’d be a good best friend. My bird’s nest hair will make hers look tame though… that’s something right? Best Friend. I could’ve done with more Wendy… I think she was kind of looked over and it was convenient she was shipped off to spend her summer with horses. I also liked Angela… but I’m suspicious. This book made me very suspicious of some of the characters and read their scenes with narrowed eyes But anyway, I would like to have found out more about Angela but she was also shipped off to frolic with sexy Italian boys. The sequel will be interesting. Mum. Finally, a parent who isn’t unreasonable, two-dimensional, border-line alcoholic! HURRAH. I’m so curious about Meg’s story. She’s got so many secrets and knowing looks and I just want to know more. Also… that bit where they’re talking in the kitchen about nicknames? LOVED. Sibling. Hmmmm… again, intriguing. I have a feeling there is more to dear Jeff than meets the eye. *Writes in TOP SECRET notepad* Love Interest. For absolutely no reason, I’m just going to take this opportunity to tell you that my birthday is in March. You know what to do, folks. I have my own walking boots. Sexy-rugged always trumps sexy-broody. Alwaysalways. I just hope Clara doesn’t spend the rest of her summer listening to Robbie Williams and get any funny ideas. Theme Tune. There Must Be an Angel- Eurythmics. Oh Annie. You absolute goddess, you. I had another one picked out but I’m going to keep that one safe because I have a feeling I’m going to need it for the next book. *looks mysterious* Anyway, I picked this song because: 1) It’s effin’ awesome 2) It is about angel lovin’. 3) If you’ve read this book… you’ll know how clever and crafty I’m being in choosing this song. But, yeah, I mostly picked it because it’s amazing. Boy Angst. 8/10. OK, if we were just talking about Tucker (which should be some kind of rule or something) the scale would have been about a 2 (Bit in the barn. Guh.) But nooooo, because we have to talk about Christian who has to yank the angst scale up every time he saunters onto the page with that legs-turn-to-jelly wonky smile of his. I don’t really want to go into this because spoilers are lurking… but whenever Clara started going on about being drawn to him and magnetic pulls and Jolly Ranchers my eyes just glazed over. I’m not a PR connoisseur (because I normally avoid them like the plague) but I know that fans love the whole complexity of star crossed lovers and forbidden love and destiny and the epic romance. You may call me old fashioned, but I’d always chose the guy who Sadness Scale. 4/10. This book was pretty tame in the sadness scale… here were hints of sadtimes and I’m looking forward to Hallowed exploring these in greater detail. But it was mostly boy angst. THANKS CHRISTIAN. Recommended For. People who love PR. People who don’t love PR. People who hear the words ‘angels’ and ‘romance’ and run screaming into the hills (this book will not evoke that reaction, Brownie promise). People who think ‘Carrots’ is one of the most swooniest words ever. People who have ever had a hair dye mishap (It honestly said mocha on the box.) People who wish their history classes had involved dress up and boring boys dying….continually. People who wouldn’t mind if their prom had ended like that. People who would You can read this review and other exciting things on my blog here (less) | Notes are private!
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"In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of "faery lands forlorn," where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie, with...more
"In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of "faery lands forlorn," where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie, with the evening star for pilor, to the land of Hearts Desire. And she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal."
Dear Lucy Maud, Thank you. Love, Jo. Dear Manchester, ![]() Anne says hi. Hope you’re well. Jo. Gilbert, [Censored] Always, J. Mrs Gardner, You called your son Royal? ROYAL? What is wrong with you? Yours Truly, J.Williams. ps. Tell him I say HA.(less) | Notes are private!
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“Never date a guy who can fit into your jeans- Adriane often warned me- failing to mention that it was because I might someday need him to save me fr...more
“Never date a guy who can fit into your jeans- Adriane often warned me- failing to mention that it was because I might someday need him to save me from a secret society of murdering Renaissance Faire rejects.”
Initial Final Page Thoughts. Sigh…. And we were doing so well. OK, up until about 80% this book would have been a 5 star book. I was happily ignoring the mental far-fetchedness of the plot because I loved the characters and the setting and the writing. But even I couldn’t suspend my disbelief at the end. More on this later…. High Points. Boys, boys, boys. Nora. Friendship. European globetrotting. History. Murder. Love. Double crossing. Churches. Prince Charming. Language. Latin. The writing. Letters. Secrets. Blood. Conspiracies. Ninja moves. On the lam. Novelty underpants. Low Points. OK, the last 20% were just ridiculous. So much crazy stuff happened that even if I ignored my no spoiler rule… I don’t think I could actually tell you everything that happened. Some of the reveals I had ‘guessed’ (when I say guessed I mean I thought ‘Oh no… that’s not going to happen is it? He’s not… she’s not… Oh god… he is, they are!’ way) and they still confused me. Others were just so random. And then there were the chosen ones and guns and the melting faces. Also, I’m particularly good at ignoring historical inaccuracies (within reason) and authors bending theories to fit their stories because that kind of thing isn’t my strong point. So I’m not entirely sure, if that is your area of expertise how you’d feel about this book. But I’m just saying… it wasn’t a low point for me but it could be for others. But other than that… I really did enjoy this book. The story was a bit fanciful and I haven’t been completely sure about religious sects and secret societies and whatnot post-Mr Brown… but the characters, the writing and the narration made up for this. But…authors: STOP KILLING OFF LOVELY LOVE INTERESTS. Seriously, I have only just got over the fact that I could never be with Charlie and then you throw Chris at me. No fair, Ms Wasserman. No fair. Heroine. Nora, I’m pretty sure we’re the same person. We have the same views on EVERYTHING including religion, school, love and just life in general. So… that makes me as awesome as you, right? Right. I loved how, even when the plot booked a ticket to Fruit Loop Town, you stayed extremely normal and you didn’t turn into a crazy person. I just loved your narration… seriously, I underlined practically everything you said.
And it didn’t even bother me that you were a bit angsty (because, with everything considered, you deserved it!) or that there were a lot of boys in love with you. Because I think I was a little bit in love with you by the end. There was the bit that I thought you were going to turn out to be Jesus… but it turned out fine so the above statement still stands. Elizabeth. I actually loved the connections between Elizabeth, her story and her letters, and Nora. I was a bit unsure about them at first but they really grew on me. They effortlessly merged together and they never seemed forced. They were also beautifully written and poetic without being too over the top.
I’m so so glad that you didn’t turn out to be like that godawful Sabrina film that I watched when I was ill. You know, the one with the locket and a painting and the fact she was her long lost, long dead relative. You don’t know the one? Neither do I. Heh heh. *flees* Best Friend. I could write an essay on my feelings on Adriane. But I won’t, don’t worry…. Because there are a lot of twisty turns in this book and it’s good not knowing. Every time I read the name ‘Adriane’ I got that song from The Calling in my head and all I could think of was of the lead singer’s crazy eyebrows and his ridonkulous hair and his rooftop angst. This has nothing to do with the story or this Adriane …. ALTHOUGH, the lyrics are quite apt. Anyway… moving on. Love Interest. I literally have NO idea where to start with this. When I pick up a book there is about a 91% chance that I will fancy someone within the creamy pages. In this book... there were THREE. (It didn’t stay that way though…. My loyalties were tested in this.) We first meet Chris, who is quickly dubbed as Prince Charming because he is HOT STUFF and sexy and funny and has curly hair and Nora is instantly in love with him….because she’s human. Sounds simple, right? NO. Because he’s dead. This is not a spoiler because it tells us in the synopsis and it’s also his blood splattered across the walls in the first page. *sob* He’s genuinely dead and buried and it’s very sad but he’s still so cute and he’s not really a love interest but I couldn’t not include him. BUT WAIT… there’s more. Then we have Max… awkward, brooding, a little unhinged. Stereotypical love interest? No siree. He likes history. He quotes poetry. He treats Nora with respect. He wears vintage t-shirts. He likes to travel. Sure.... he has some faults. But I won’t go into them… *cough* BUT WAIT… I’m not done yet. Because here comes Eli. Oh Eli. You dark horse with your mystery and your humour and your snarky retorts. And you are cultured, you can speak Czech, you are intelligent and you have ninja moves. I also appreciate your love for wearing novelty t-shirts to bed (Dennis the Menace). Also.. Tweety Bird undercrackers. What girl could resist? Again…. you have some faults. And again, I won’t go into them. So, all in all, out of the boys (with a pulse) Eli, you are a WINNER. Hurrah for you. Theme Tune. I struggled with this one because there were a lot of feelings and ideas covered. But I kept circling back to Nora and the way she was so guarded with her feelings and was reluctant to move forward and how, even though she pretended to be tough and cynical and whatevz, she was vulnerable and sad inside. Which, considering the crap she’s had to deal with in her sixteen or so years on this earth, is perfectly understandable. I loved that the ending was so ambiguous and Ms Wasserman allowed us to fill in the blanks. So this song is my blank. The New by Interpol And I know you don’t believe in happy endings and they are for optimists and dreamers… but I hope you get one, Nora. It may take a while, but you’ll get there. And tell him I say hi. And if not… screw you, Hugh Grant. *shakes fist* Boy Angst Level. Sadness Scale. I’m skipping these two because it would be impossible to talk about them without ruining everything. Recommended For. People who like adventure stories with heaps of mystery. People who like strong and hilarious heroines. People who can read the Da Vinci Code for the entertainment side of things and not get angry and stabby. People who like letters…. FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE. People who can’t resist a boy who has a European accent… that isn’t English. People who blame Richard Curtis for all of their love problems. People who want to travel to Prague… without, y’know, all the murder. People who like boys to wear novelty underwear. I received a copy of this book from the publishers. It will be published early next year. You can read this review and other fun things on my blog here.(less) | Notes are private!
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