Okay peeps, time for a moment of honesty: this book took me nearly two months to read, and it’s taken me a week to formulate my thoughts for this blog post. I’ve got my cream soda ready for a sip; and as I don’t drink alcohol, this is serious business. The only way I could be more serious is if I had chocolate milk on hand to fortify myself.
I was asked to review Thy Brother’s Blood by someone who has sent several wonderful books my way. I was warned that it was controversial in content and literary in nature. Always up for a challenge, and always thirsty for exposure to different cultures, I eagerly accepted. And I promised I would write a review, which is why I’m here now. Continue reading “Thy Brother’s Blood”
Good evening, fellow readers! Tonight, I’ve got a special treat for you. It’s my first-ever review of a book I received free for the select purpose of writing a review. You may be used to my old format of rambling my way through my impressions of the book. This will continue, but I’ll also give a brief biography of the author at the bottom. I’ll also give links to pages where you can purchase the book. In that way, it’s slightly like an advertisement, but it’s the least I can do to show my appreciation for the free book. And, as much as I like reading books, I love sharing the works of up-and-coming authors! This will be the only time I give this so-called disclaimer. From now on, I’ll assume you can figure it out for yourself. Author bio + links to purchase = I got a free copy. Anyway, on to the book!
Welcome to Silvershine! This city, on a little island in between New Zealand and Australia, is pretty much cut off from the rest of the world. It has its own television programs, its own car manufacturers, its own smartphone factories. It also has its own secrets. You see, a vast wall cuts Silvershine in half. North Silvershine is an idyllic city with safe neighborhoods where kids often run off to play Monster Tag at night. South Silvershine, on the other hand, is cloaked in a dense yellow fog that corrodes metal and destroys any technology that’s exposed to it. Monsters lurk within the fog, peering out through a hole in the wall, and North Silvershine’s residents wonder when the monsters will come through. Continue reading “Monster Boy by Ruth Fox”
Once upon a time, I decided to support a local author that I’d seen at a city festival for several years in a row. I’d had sour grapes each time I’d seen him, with his fancy table and his fancy books and his fancy signs. “Why can’t I do that?” I thought glumly each time I saw him. “Why can’t I get my books published and get a table at a city festival or two and sell my books?”
Well, I finally grew up and out of my self-centeredness and decided to try his books. I’m always ready for a good epic fantasy, and I was ready to try this one. Continue reading “Veil of Darkness (Earthsoul Prophesies) Book Review”
Have you ever read a book that just grabbed you and never let you go, which you were a little embarrassed to admit you read because you’re an adult and you shouldn’t enjoy it as much as you do but you don’t care because it’s the most amazing book in the history of everything?
Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but Witch and Wizard isn’t it.
Written by James Patterson and Gabrielle Charbonnet, this book is lazy. From the world building to the dialogue to the descriptions to the characters, this book is the epitome of why James Patterson’s idea of making his name a brand and letting ghostwriters do the work is a very bad idea. Continue reading “Witch and Wizard: A Cautionary Tale”
This memoir is one that I’ve been wanting to read for a long time. I remember when Elizabeth Smart was taken. I remember the news, the fliers, the little buttons and the blue ribbons (though I only saw the blue ribbons on TV). Elizabeth Smart’s kidnapping was one of the few news reports, along with reports on the 9-11 attacks, that my family recorded on VHS. We prayed for Elizabeth, we wished we could go on the search parties (with a mother with a full-time job and a father who was physically unable to go into the heat, and children too young to participate, all we could do was watch), we gulped up the news, devoured it, sat on the edge of our seats waiting, hoping, that Elizabeth would be found.
And me? I was terrified. Continue reading “Book Review: My Story by Elizabeth Smart”