Sunday, June 5, 2011
My couchsurf/trip to Idaho blog!
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Sunday, May 15, 2011
White Cat by Holly Black
BOOK ONE
WHITE CAT
From the back page:
Cassel comes from a family of curse workers — people who have the power to change your emotions, your memories, your luck, by the slightest touch of their hands. And since curse work is illegal, they're all mobsters, or con artists. Except for Cassel. He hasn't got the magic touch, so he's an outsider, the straight kid in a crooked family. You just have to ignore one small detail — he killed his best friend, Lila, three years ago.
Ever since, Cassel has carefully built up a façade of normalcy, blending into the crowd. But his façade starts crumbling when he starts sleepwalking, propelled into the night by terrifying dreams about a white cat that wants to tell him something. He's noticing other disturbing things, too, including the strange behavior of his two brothers. They are keeping secrets from him, caught up in a mysterious plot. As Cassel begins to suspect he's part of a huge con game, he also wonders what really happened to Lila. Could she still be alive? To find that out, Cassel will have to out-con the conmen.
Holly Black has created a gripping tale of mobsters and dark magic where a single touch can bring love — or death — and your dreams might be more real than your memories.
My review:
Whenever someone tries to tell me I won't figure out what it is they're lying about or hiding, I have to try to think about all the things they could possibly be talking about. So when I read the above description of Holly Black's new book "White Cat," (book 1 in what may turn into a series) I had to try guessing what would happen. She tricked me a few times--but I figured out one deceit a few chapters before I think she'd have liked. This is a book for mystery fanatics and Young Adults alike--it's got plenty of action, with calm points, as well as some healthy suspense.
The characters are fun and untrustworthy and you won't know whether or not you should like Cassel--I wasn't sure either when I began the book. Give it a chance and read this excellent new book by Holly Black. I don't want to say too much or I might give something away. It's also difficult for me to write a long review of a book I have few problems with.
Holly Black has written children's books ("The Spiderwick Chronicles"), graphic novels ("The Good Neighbors"), and Young Adult books (three book about faeries: "Tithe," "Valient," and "Ironside"). The sequel to White Cat is out and a third is on the way. If you haven't read anything by Black, now is your chance--she has a number of short stories published in anthologies as well. Find one!
WHITE CAT
From the back page:
Cassel comes from a family of curse workers — people who have the power to change your emotions, your memories, your luck, by the slightest touch of their hands. And since curse work is illegal, they're all mobsters, or con artists. Except for Cassel. He hasn't got the magic touch, so he's an outsider, the straight kid in a crooked family. You just have to ignore one small detail — he killed his best friend, Lila, three years ago.
Ever since, Cassel has carefully built up a façade of normalcy, blending into the crowd. But his façade starts crumbling when he starts sleepwalking, propelled into the night by terrifying dreams about a white cat that wants to tell him something. He's noticing other disturbing things, too, including the strange behavior of his two brothers. They are keeping secrets from him, caught up in a mysterious plot. As Cassel begins to suspect he's part of a huge con game, he also wonders what really happened to Lila. Could she still be alive? To find that out, Cassel will have to out-con the conmen.
Holly Black has created a gripping tale of mobsters and dark magic where a single touch can bring love — or death — and your dreams might be more real than your memories.
My review:
Whenever someone tries to tell me I won't figure out what it is they're lying about or hiding, I have to try to think about all the things they could possibly be talking about. So when I read the above description of Holly Black's new book "White Cat," (book 1 in what may turn into a series) I had to try guessing what would happen. She tricked me a few times--but I figured out one deceit a few chapters before I think she'd have liked. This is a book for mystery fanatics and Young Adults alike--it's got plenty of action, with calm points, as well as some healthy suspense.
The characters are fun and untrustworthy and you won't know whether or not you should like Cassel--I wasn't sure either when I began the book. Give it a chance and read this excellent new book by Holly Black. I don't want to say too much or I might give something away. It's also difficult for me to write a long review of a book I have few problems with.
Holly Black has written children's books ("The Spiderwick Chronicles"), graphic novels ("The Good Neighbors"), and Young Adult books (three book about faeries: "Tithe," "Valient," and "Ironside"). The sequel to White Cat is out and a third is on the way. If you haven't read anything by Black, now is your chance--she has a number of short stories published in anthologies as well. Find one!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Letter to Massachusetts
Dear Massachusetts,
Not only have I left your salty beaches for your Berkshire Mountains, but soon, I will be leaving all of you--friends, school, and liberalites alike--for the great variation of the old west. I imagine ghost towns and long, endless highways with not a house in sight. I imagine Kansas. I drove through Kansas last summer; I'm sure it really is one of the circles of hell, not a thing in sight for hundreds of miles.
This summer, though, I will be packing my car and driving the some 2,666 miles through Pennsylvania and Ohio, Illinois and Indiana, Wyoming and past Yellowstone, into the Sawtooth Mountains of Idaho. There the mountains are ten times the height of our measly Berkshire peaks, which run around only 1,000 feet or so.
I'll be working a job I never thought I would: waiting. The one job my family never thought I could handle will be my summer work in a world of strangers. I expect to learn some new accents and meet people who are thoroughly different from my own, out here in good old Massachusetts, where drivers are promptly labeled assholes and most states know us only for the city and the seafood.
All anyone around here knows about Idaho is potatoes.
I close my eyes and imagine neck-straining mountains that end in sharp points like a monster's jagged teeth (hence "Sawtooth"). I imagine a beautiful dinnerhouse with seating for 50 and a modern kitchen. I imagine hustling from table-to-table in the early breakfast-rush, trying to take orders and remember places and questions and drink requests. I practice smiling, since I've not seen many waitresses who don't practice this. I imagine a small room, maybe the size of my bedroom in Sunderland, two twin beds, two small closets; my roommate a blonde or dark-haired girl, friendly and interested in rock-climbing with the gear I bought especially for this trip. I imagine assembling a small desk out of books and a piece of plywood in the corner of the room, where I can do my writing.
And then I open my eyes, and see that I'm in my father's house, and I have no real work other than delivering and driving back and forth across the state--mountains to ocean, ocean to mountains--in an endless pattern like a restless cat.
The mantra begins anew: "Less than a month left, less than a month left..." and I smile, returning to my rough imaginings. But I won't really know what it's like until I get out there. You can be sure I'll be taking notes like a mad scientist. Lines will run together and keys will fall out of my keyboard because I'll be typing so fast. But for now it continues, this run from Mountains to Ocean and back again. For now I am yours, Massachusetts.
-Restless Adventurer
Not only have I left your salty beaches for your Berkshire Mountains, but soon, I will be leaving all of you--friends, school, and liberalites alike--for the great variation of the old west. I imagine ghost towns and long, endless highways with not a house in sight. I imagine Kansas. I drove through Kansas last summer; I'm sure it really is one of the circles of hell, not a thing in sight for hundreds of miles.
This summer, though, I will be packing my car and driving the some 2,666 miles through Pennsylvania and Ohio, Illinois and Indiana, Wyoming and past Yellowstone, into the Sawtooth Mountains of Idaho. There the mountains are ten times the height of our measly Berkshire peaks, which run around only 1,000 feet or so.
I'll be working a job I never thought I would: waiting. The one job my family never thought I could handle will be my summer work in a world of strangers. I expect to learn some new accents and meet people who are thoroughly different from my own, out here in good old Massachusetts, where drivers are promptly labeled assholes and most states know us only for the city and the seafood.
All anyone around here knows about Idaho is potatoes.
I close my eyes and imagine neck-straining mountains that end in sharp points like a monster's jagged teeth (hence "Sawtooth"). I imagine a beautiful dinnerhouse with seating for 50 and a modern kitchen. I imagine hustling from table-to-table in the early breakfast-rush, trying to take orders and remember places and questions and drink requests. I practice smiling, since I've not seen many waitresses who don't practice this. I imagine a small room, maybe the size of my bedroom in Sunderland, two twin beds, two small closets; my roommate a blonde or dark-haired girl, friendly and interested in rock-climbing with the gear I bought especially for this trip. I imagine assembling a small desk out of books and a piece of plywood in the corner of the room, where I can do my writing.
And then I open my eyes, and see that I'm in my father's house, and I have no real work other than delivering and driving back and forth across the state--mountains to ocean, ocean to mountains--in an endless pattern like a restless cat.
The mantra begins anew: "Less than a month left, less than a month left..." and I smile, returning to my rough imaginings. But I won't really know what it's like until I get out there. You can be sure I'll be taking notes like a mad scientist. Lines will run together and keys will fall out of my keyboard because I'll be typing so fast. But for now it continues, this run from Mountains to Ocean and back again. For now I am yours, Massachusetts.
-Restless Adventurer
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
"The Replacement" by Brenna Yovanoff
I admit that I bought The Replacement because of its cover. It’s a lovely hardcover book with the image of an old-fashioned baby carriage with satin innards. The carriage is poised beneath a branch of dangling iron objects: a pair of scissors and a horseshoe; an old nail file; a knife and spinning tops. The background is gray and frosty, like a cold night just waiting for spring.
I admit, sometimes an author will have a beautiful cover and a less-than-amazing story, but Brenna Yovanoff earns her cover. She earns it through and through. This is a story about Faeries, and as we in the YA realm already know, faeries are allergic to iron. Well, this is a story about a town, the town of Gentry, where bad luck is non-existent except that a child is stolen every seven years, and a replacement is left in its place. The town brushes away this small bit of bad luck, refusing to dwell on it, and most replacements die within a few years.
But one survives. Mackie Doyle was switched out when he was just a baby. The night the real Mackie is taken away, his four-year-old sister Emma sees the new child, a vicious thing that she knows isn’t her real brother, but she cares for him anyway. And he survives into adulthood, when the people who gave him up thought that he’d never live so long.
Mackie learns that he is dying. Knives, cars, and even blood are everywhere in his world (and ours) and every day is a struggle. He’s miserable. But then he starts paying attention to Tate, a girl with attitude, who has just had some misfortune. When he finds out that he can help her with this misfortune, he goes into the Faery Slag-heap ignoring all sense of danger to save someone that she loves.
This book is filled with maybe a dozen characters whose names I remember from memory, which rarely happens when I’ve finished a book. In this book you’ll meet Gentry’s Morrigan and a darker power, and the Blue Girls and the Cutter. You’ll find alluring descriptions of ugly things and even the chapter art will keep you enthralled.
On the surface are Mackie’s emotions and his misery; just beneath that is the thing he really is, and his people, and his peoples’ plots, and the plots of the other underground. This is a story of several different things. While the scenes are grisly and quite dismal, the themes are positive: Emma takes care of her baby brother and keeps him alive, proving that love conquers all. Mackie isn’t afraid to die and he doesn’t hold back even when he should fear the worst from happening, showing us that bravery can be rewarded, and it isn’t always thwarted.
This story is unique because it is a Young Adult story told from the point of view of a teenage boy faery. Also, it doesn’t take place in Ireland or an urban setting, and it never jumps around; this faery kingdom is enclosed within the town of Gentry. The main character has heart and desperation and stupid ideas that make him seem real. The female leads are tough and caring, the latter which is rarely found in modern YA books. That our narrator is dying gives him some much-needed sympathy. In a genre where faeries always rule in a dark way and they always win, this is a different story, making it very unique.
This book came out in September 2010.
I admit, sometimes an author will have a beautiful cover and a less-than-amazing story, but Brenna Yovanoff earns her cover. She earns it through and through. This is a story about Faeries, and as we in the YA realm already know, faeries are allergic to iron. Well, this is a story about a town, the town of Gentry, where bad luck is non-existent except that a child is stolen every seven years, and a replacement is left in its place. The town brushes away this small bit of bad luck, refusing to dwell on it, and most replacements die within a few years.
But one survives. Mackie Doyle was switched out when he was just a baby. The night the real Mackie is taken away, his four-year-old sister Emma sees the new child, a vicious thing that she knows isn’t her real brother, but she cares for him anyway. And he survives into adulthood, when the people who gave him up thought that he’d never live so long.
Mackie learns that he is dying. Knives, cars, and even blood are everywhere in his world (and ours) and every day is a struggle. He’s miserable. But then he starts paying attention to Tate, a girl with attitude, who has just had some misfortune. When he finds out that he can help her with this misfortune, he goes into the Faery Slag-heap ignoring all sense of danger to save someone that she loves.
This book is filled with maybe a dozen characters whose names I remember from memory, which rarely happens when I’ve finished a book. In this book you’ll meet Gentry’s Morrigan and a darker power, and the Blue Girls and the Cutter. You’ll find alluring descriptions of ugly things and even the chapter art will keep you enthralled.
On the surface are Mackie’s emotions and his misery; just beneath that is the thing he really is, and his people, and his peoples’ plots, and the plots of the other underground. This is a story of several different things. While the scenes are grisly and quite dismal, the themes are positive: Emma takes care of her baby brother and keeps him alive, proving that love conquers all. Mackie isn’t afraid to die and he doesn’t hold back even when he should fear the worst from happening, showing us that bravery can be rewarded, and it isn’t always thwarted.
This story is unique because it is a Young Adult story told from the point of view of a teenage boy faery. Also, it doesn’t take place in Ireland or an urban setting, and it never jumps around; this faery kingdom is enclosed within the town of Gentry. The main character has heart and desperation and stupid ideas that make him seem real. The female leads are tough and caring, the latter which is rarely found in modern YA books. That our narrator is dying gives him some much-needed sympathy. In a genre where faeries always rule in a dark way and they always win, this is a different story, making it very unique.
This book came out in September 2010.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
New Book I'm reading
I have heard only good things about this book. Maggie Stiefvater, the author of Shiver, and Lauren Kate, author of Fallen, both have comments on the cover of this book. The saying is "don't judge a book by its cover" but look at it and tell me--how can we not?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Arisia: Paranormal Romance Panel
I went to Arisia to meet my favorite author: Kelley Armstrong. She writes the Women of the Otherworld series, including Bitten (werewolf series), Dime Store Magic (witch series), Living with the Dead (necromancer), and more. Her books portray a main female character speaking in the first person. There are always a few things going on at once, which makes Armstrong a great mystery writer: there's the little plots, the relationship issues, the timing problems, and then the gaping end-plot, where everything comes together in whatever way. The characters in each of her books know the characters in her other books too, so a reader never has to miss anyone for long. I'm hoping she comes out with a fifth book in her Bitten series, to see who the new alpha werewolf is, but I'll try not to give too much away.
This year, Kelley Armstrong was the Writer Guest of Honor.
The first time I saw my writing-idol was at the Paranormal Romance Panel. Also there were Vikki Ciaffone, Nancy Holzner, Victoria Janssen, Gail Martin, and Seanan McGuire. I will write briefly about them at the end of this entry. Kelley Armstrong explained how she started writing Bitten after years of reading Anne Rice, when she realized that it was possible to write a story about the monster. The women explained that urban fantasy used to be horror, and then Science Fiction started getting into mystery, and the genres finally started to come apart in the last 10 or 20 years or so. The big thing to remember is that all rules in modern horror and paranormal romance have been suspended. The rules don't really exist anymore.
Paranormal Romance is primarily focused on a couple; and one girl is never alone on the cover, she's always with her significant other. This means that Kelley Armstrong doesn't write in that genre specifically, because, although romance exists in her stories, there is always more of a plot, with really well-developed characters that make a reader feel like it's just about the characters. So she writes urban fantasy. Sometimes it is a lot like horror, but for me, reading horror is a lot different from watching it. Gore is the one thing I can't stand, unless I'm reading it--then it's not so bad. My mind can lessen the extremity a little.
Seanan McGuire suggested that any book with porn in it should have a rating. She made up a plot-to-porn chart. Kelley's books are 20-50% porn, she said. This would be a wonderful disclaimer. I just know that if I'm ever going to read anything published by Circlet it's going to have an amazing sex scene every 10 or 20 pages, but with all the other publishing companies and genres, you never really know. I take McGuire's suggestion seriously, it would be incredibly helpful. Especially if one decided to lend said book to one's mother or younger sister... I'm still waiting to hand Bitten to my 15-year-old step sister, although I think she's more than prepared at this point to handle one or two sex scenes, especially with all the drama and things on TV she sees every day anyway.
The women left a suggested reading list, which I will list at the very end of this post.
Victoria Janssen writes erotica, and her latest novel is The Duke and the Pirate Queen and she used to write stories using the pen name Elspeth Potter. She is kind and a little quiet, from what I could tell.
Nancy Holzner grew up in western Massachusetts. She eventually became a medievalist and got her master's degree and a phD in English. She is now a full-time author and has written the books Deadtown, Hellforged, and Peace, Love and Murder (A Bo Forrester mystery).
Gail Martin loves ghost stories and other supernatural tales. She is the author of The summoner and The Chronicles of the Necromancer.
Seanan McGuire was born in California. She is the author of the October daye series, the InCryptid series, and the Newsflesh series, all urban fantasy. She also writes and records her own music.
Suggested Reading List:
• Linda Robertson Vicious Circle
• Lucy A. Snyder Spellbent
• Cecilia Denally Wicked Game
• Gail Carriger The Parasol Protectorate Books
• Lori Devoti
• Jeri Smith-Ready
• Carole Nelson Douglas
• Eileen Wilks
• Jennifer Estep
• Adrian Pheonix
• Kim harrison
• Katie MacAlister
• Smart Bitches, Trashy Books Blog
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
"Club Dead" simple to put down
*Extreme Spoilers!*
I've been reading this book that I found for free at Arisia this weekend- "Club Dead," by Charlaine Harris. I've heard that it's funny, so I'm reading it. I think sara used to read it too. The vampires have come out to the world and have agreed to stop sucking blood and killing humans, so now there's their favorite drink--"True Blood"--and on the cover it says "Now on HBO, True Blood, the original series based on the Sookie Stackhouse novels." Oh no, I'm thinking, I'm reading the True Blood books, that popular TV show. How annoying. It's not all that interesting, either.
Nothing exciting has happened, I've seen nothing unique or different, other than the idea that regular humans know about the vampires and this one human is dating one... maybe if they showed a little sex in that first scene? Or somewhere within the first 40 pages of the book? I realize now that I don't even really care about the character--she likes a vampire, okay, she's a telepath, okay, but there's no detail in there. What's it like being a telepath? How come we don't get to hear any surface thoughts that she must be picking up while she's working? Why does she like the vampire--other than his silent thoughts? I can't care about her boyfriend because I know nothing about him other than he's vamp and she likes him and lost her virginity with him.
Okay... so he's been kidnapped or something, there's a Queen of Louisiana... wow, it's really hard to keep reading. Not sure I can do it. She's lonely, she's pathetic, her only friend is a ditz, and we don't see them acting like friends, and she isn't very tough or confident. She likes summer and tans, her parents and grandmother are all dead, and why should we care about her?
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