Time-travel books are by far my favorite type of book. Even more than fae books.
I freeze and gape in horror at what I just typed. “Le gasp! How dare I?”
Oh, I dare.
Before No Good Deed by Kara Connolly appeared on the “new books” shelf in the library, I’d exhausted the Young Adult department’s time-travel selection. Basically, I saw it, snatched it up, and almost forgot to check it out before I staggered out of the library, already nose-deep in it.
Ellie Hudson is on the road to a gold medal for the U. S. Olympic archery team, but, when she makes a wrong turn in the caverns under Nottingham Castle, she ends up in medieval England. Ellie doesn’t care how she got to the Middle Ages, she just wants to get home. But, as she spends time in the past, she sees that people are suffering and she has the skills to make it better.
Filled with humorous outlaws, dashing knights, and cunning royals, Kara Connolly delivers a fantastic romp. Well-paced and fairly historically accurate (for a time-travel and a spin on Robin Hood), I read it in one sitting. Heck, I cried when it ended.
No Good Deed hit the bull’s eye, so I award it five out of five gold stars.
Ever since I convinced my mom to read the River of Time series by Lisa T. Bergren back in 2012 and we some of the other’s favorite books, we trust each other. When it comes to books, if my mom tells me to read a book or thinks that I’ll like it, I’ll give it a shot. So when she told me about a book about seemingly perfect families and zombies, I thought this would be a creepy fun read. Amy Lukavic’s The Ravenous was certainly creepy.
Form the outside, the Cane family looks like they’re the perfect military family. Behind closed doors their father is neglectful, their mother struggles with depression and addiction, and the sisters barely stand each other. When the youngest sister, Rose, dies in a tragic accident, the sisters are devastated, and when she’s brought back to life, they couldn’t be more relieved. But after their mother deserts them and they discover that Rose must eat human flesh to survive, the sisters find out how far they’ll go to keep their fractured family together.
It takes a lot for a book to truly frighten me, and this book did, pulling out my fear of cannibals out of the shadows. While the concept of the living dead surviving on human flesh is very “zombie,” the way Amy Lukavics delivers it is very “cannibal.” Suffice to say, I slept with a light on for the next several nights. (Thanks, Mom.)
With the fear of being devoured in my sleep keeping me on the edge of my seat (and bed and, well, everything), I bestow upon The Ravenous five out of five stars. I’m looking forward to reading The Women in the Walls and Daughters Unto Devils and getting thoroughly terrified.
Facebook, as it would turn out, has other uses than obsessing over peoples’ timelines. The illustrator of Margaret Rogerson’s An Enchantment of Ravens, Charlie Bowater, creates fan art for the Throne of Glass series. I’ve seen dozens of her works and I get quite excited when I see a new project of hers. When I saw this book pop up in a Throne of Glass group, I figured that I just had to check it out. And check it out I did.
Artist Isobel creates breathtaking portraits for the fair folk. These immortals cannot do anything creative without crumbling to dust. So naturally, they crave human Craft terribly, and will trade enchantments for said Craft. Isobel is over the moon when the autumn prince, Rook, is her patron. But she paints mortal sorrow in his eyes, and this weakness could cost him his throne and both of their lives.
Bursting with lyrical prose and journeying across lush faery settings, Isobel and Rook grow close, even while they’re attacked at all sides. Honestly, this wasn’t my favorite fae book but it certainly wasn’t the worst I’ve read. The romance was a bit too quick for my taste but that could be just me. I’m usually more of a fan of romantic relationships that form over the course of a series, not within the first one hundred or so pages.
Other than Rook and Isobel’s slightly forced connection, it was a wonderful light read. I rate it four out of five stars.
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.
After spending nearly two weeks
avoiding getting my heart burnt by yet another literary love dawdling, I got my act together and finished Kiersten White’s And I Darken. It wasn’t until I was four chapters into it’s sequel, Now I Rise, that I realized that it would be a good time to write a review. Because nothing says fun like gathering your thoughts and emotions in order to write a non-spoiler-y review of four hundred eighty-four pages that just about murdered you.
Abandoned by their father to be raised in the Ottoman courts, Lada and her brother Radu are pawns in a vicious game of politics and life. Lada has always known that being ruthless is the key to survival while Radu longs for a place to feel safe. Fighting to stay alive, Lada bides her time, plotting vengeance for the day she will return to her homeland, Wallachia, and claim her birthright. Enter Mehmed: the defiant, lonely, and future sultan looking for a friend. As the three of them grow closer and the years tick by, a dangerous and toxic triangle forms between them, straining under the pressures of war, politics, and deceit.
From the nerve-wracking build up to the constant worry that one of them was going to die, And I Darken reminded me of Game of Thrones, only with teens. I cried and shrieked so many times watching the trio develop into the unique and driven bad asses they are, and I’m holding my breath with anticipation whilst devouring the sequel.
I’ve finished Now I Darken. Whoa. I’m still in shock.
I rate both books five out of five bleeding stars.
Once I read the description, any inhibitions I had to wait and read the other books on my shelf were thrown away. Sorry The Crucible. Sorry The Roanoke Girls. Sorry my monthly dose of Poe. Domino, Cain, and Wilson called my name.
Surviving in the gritty streets of Detroit, Domino and her friend live off of their wits. But when disaster strikes and Madam Karina, a mysterious woman with secrets of her own, offers Domino a position at her girls’ home, Domino has no alternative and accepts. It doesn’t take her long before she’s fighting her way up the ranks to gain Madam Karina’s approval and becomes the target or brutal bullying. Along with the help of her new friends, Cain and Poppet, she discovers the madam’s terrible secrets. Soon Domino realizes that she needs to escape, but how can she do that when the madam hates losing inventory?
Fast-paced and twisted, Victoria Scott delivers a snappy and whip-smart narrator. The story hardly slows down and the grisly secrets of Madam Karina’s Home for Burgeoning Entertainers come to light in the most chill-inducing ways possible. I felt like I was in an action/psychological thriller. Domino was the best narrator for Violet Grenade; she captured the horror of her situation and added needed humor and the right amount of sarcasm.
Like the last two books I’ve read, I rate this five 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.