Following my discovery of Young Adult novels back in 2010, I spent the next couple of years reading and rereading Diane Duane’s Young Wizards series and whatever Holly Black and Rachel Caine book I could get my hands on. I recall having just finished a book about a fae disguised as a human when the spine of Kendare Blake’s Anna Dressed in Blood whispered to me. Despite not being remotely about fae or vampires, I let the creepy and blood-dripping girl on the cover lure me in. A four year dalliance had begun!
After his father’s gruesome murder a decade earlier, Cas Lowood has taken up his father’s job: killing the dead. Armed with his father’s mysterious athame, Cas travels around the country with his kitchen’witch mother and spirit-sniffing cat. They follow legends and local lore and destroy the murderous dead, all the while keeping pesky things like the future and friends at an arm’s length. Catching wind of a ghost, Anna Dressed in Blood, Cas expects to track it down, hunt, and kill it. So the usual. What he discovers, however, is a girl buried in curses and rage. She’s a ghost he’s never faced before.Wrapped in a blood-soaked dress that she wore on the day of her murder in 1958, Anna has killed everyone who has had the misfortune to step into her crumbling Victorian house.
Yet she spares Cas’s life.
Unfortunately, my sanity while waiting to read the second book wasn’t. Nevertheless, Anna Dressed in Blood and it’s sequel, Girl of Nightmares, was packed to the brim with sarcasm, wit, and epic ghost versus human battles. From the violent beginning to the heart-wrenching end my heart was in my throat. And the chills… I’m still looking over my shoulder whenever I feel something running down my spine.
I rate the Anna duology a four out of five stars.
This was one of those books where I saw the cover and cringed. With a moody boy all in black holding onto a blonde bathed in pink, I had to fight my better judgement to read the description. I was intrigued but unwilling to start a new trilogy. It wasn’t until one of my favorite people, Leah, posted a promising character rant that I decided to give it a go. After all, it was Poe-inspired. How bad could it be?
Answer: very agonizing for my poor little heart.
Isobel Lanley and Varen Nethers couldn’t be more different. Cheerleader and goth. Popular and aloof. If they hadn’t been paired for an English project, they more than likely wouldn’t have crossed paths. They both made it clear to each other that neither of them wanted to have anything to do with the other. But, after finding strange and grim writings and drawings in his journal, Isobel sought out different ways different ways to be with him. Much to the frustration of her family, friends, and overly possessive boyfriend, Isobel got deeper and deeper into a dream world Varen created through the pages of his journal. A place where Edgar Allan Poe’s stories are alive.
Filled with dangers both mundane and fantastical, Nevermore is a spine-tingling nightmarish thrill ride. One minute I’d be basking in an adorably sexy moment and the next I’d be biting my nails, begging the characters to run and never look back. they say not to judge a book by its cover, and I’m glad I gave it another chance.
I rate this five out of five stars.
Holding promises of magic, music, and a fairy tale atmosphere, I knew that from the moment I saw S. Jae-Jones’s Wintersong it would be love. For once, I didn’t wait eons to bring it home. I stared at it, smelled the pages, and began consuming it.
Ever since she was a child, Liesl heard stories of the Goblin King. Inspired by them, she began musical compositions. But now she’s eighteen and stuck running the family inn, and so her musical dreams are slipping away. then, in the blink of an eye, her sister is kidnapped by the man who has haunted her as long as she can remember. Liesl has no choice but to rescue her sibling.
With the seductive darkness of the Brothers Grimm fairy tales and an aching beauty all of its own, Wintersong had me in tears and frustrated. Not tears of frustration, but tears for a delectable spine-tingling agony. S. Jae-Jones has spun an original masterpiece that delivered a dark fantasy wrapped romance dipped in mythology so alluring that even my cold heart swooned and shattered. My review doesn’t do it justice. The best way I can describe it is as beautiful ache. Like (unrequited) love at its most painful. I wanted to keep reading it over and over for the first time.
I bestow upon this first of a duet five out of five glimmering stars.
When my mom brought home Forever, Again by Victoria Laurie, I immediately thought, chick lit! and I back peddled. Not that there’s anything wrong with chick lit; it’s just not my usual cup of tea. But, after reading the jacket and first page, I decided to give it a chance. After all, don’t they say not to judge a book by it’s cover?
Lily Bennett has been having nightmares. She wakes up in a cold sweat, clutching the bloodstain-shaped birthmark. She’s had the nightmare, the same nightmare, for years, but since she and her mother moved to Fredericksburg, it has been much more frequently. Soon after classes begin, she meets Cole Drepeau, a handsome, charismatic classmate who seems eerily familiar. As they quickly become close, Lily discovers a murder that divided the town in 1985, over thirty years previous.
Told in alternating voices, Victoria Laurie tells a story of two girls living a generation apart and decades of family secrets, treachery, and young love. All in all, it was a good story. Probably someone who is more of a fan of romantic Young Adult novels would like this better than I did. The story seemed to deteriorate halfway, and the suspense wasn’t quite as gripping the last third of the novel. Because of this, I’m giving it a three star rating. I would’ve given it a two star but I happened to enjoy the first half, so I added a star.
You better watch out,
You better hide.
You better run.
I’m telling you why,
Jack the Ripper is coming to town!
As you can tell from that little ditty I came up with above, I’m obsessed with Jack the Ripper. Well, not just him. I’m a big fan of unsolved crimes and the more sinister parts of history. So, it’s safe to say that when I stumbled upon Kerri Maniscalco’s Stalking Jack the Ripper on Goodreads, I was ecstatic. Not only had one of my favorite authors, A.G. Howard, enjoyed it, but it had received a shower of positive tweets and reviews. After devouring this gem, I’ve come to the conclusion that the praise was not undeserved.
Audrey Rose Wadsworth is not a person to be trifled with. Determined to be both strong and elegant, she struggles to stand by her refreshingly modern ideals in an era where most wanted women to keep their mouth shut. Secretly apprenticed to her uncle in forensics, she and her fellow apprentice, Thomas Cresswell, combine their sharp wit and observational skills to uncover the identity of the infamous Jack the Ripper. Flirtatious banter are shared between the Audrey Rose and Thomas, not only in dark alleyways but over cold corpses, scalpels in hand.
But there is more to this case than meets-the-eye and romance is far from the only thing on their minds. All the clues are pointing to someone close to Audrey Rose. If only she can discover who the killer is before she becomes the next victim.
I am beyond pleased that this was the start of my 2017 reading challenge. It was a clever romp in the gritty streets of a Gothic and gory Victorian England. I can’t wait to read more of Ms. Maniscalco’s books. I rate this five out of five stars.
While I knew that it was love the minute I saw Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, it took me a month and much persuasion from the little person inside me to read this. Yes, it looked cute. Yes, it seemed funny. But it seemed very… chick-flick-y, and I wasn’t in in a chick-flick mood. Still. It wasn’t until I was halfway through Pride and Prejudice and Zombies that I decided to open up Natasha Farrant’s The Secret Diary of Lydia Bennet. It took me less than the first chapter to realize that I would not regret my decision.
I’m generally a sucker for books written in journal or letter format, and this didn’t change my mind. It was fresh, funny, and clever. Ms. Farrant approached Lydia and her story with the original novel in mind but stayed true to herself. Her voice shone through. She oh so kindly made not only Lydia but Wickham as well have, dare I say it, enduring qualities. Their interaction were both heartwarming and agonizing. Throughout the ups and downs, I found myself simultaneously rooting for them and cursing their names. They went from being two of the most disliked characters in Pride and Prejudice to being the stars of their very own story. They were humanized.
The Secret Diary of Lydia Bennet has earned a place in my heart. I consumed it in one enjoyable sitting and would happily do so again. It was monstrous fun.
I rate it four out of five stars.