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21.5.13

Cover Love



I've written a post or two about how we most definitely judge a book by its cover. It's the first thing we see, the beginning spark between a reader and a book, and it's that initial attraction that draws us in. 

The other day, I came across a book I just had to share just because of the cover alone. Not only that, but if the cover was the hook, the the synopsis and the reviews were the line and sinker. 



A new killer is stalking the streets of London’s East End. Though newspapers have dubbed him ‘the Torso Killer’, this murderer’s work is overshadowed by the hysteria surrounding Jack the Ripper’s Whitechapel crimes.

The victims are women too, but their dismembered bodies, wrapped in rags and tied up with string, are pulled out of the Thames – and the heads are missing. The murderer likes to keep them.

Mayhem is a masterwork of narrative suspense: a supernatural thriller set in a shadowy, gaslit London, where monsters stalk the cobbled streets and hide in plain sight.


Beautiful isn't it? I love the abstract and elegant black against what looks like parchment, and in the middle of it all is this slash of red in harsh font. This one's going on display like a work of art on my shelf.

And gloomy, gaslit London in the midst of the Jack the Ripper era? How could I possibly pass the opportunity by? 

Enjoy!


Happy Reading Everyone :)



17.5.13

On the Lookout



Been book browsing today, seeing what new releases might take up residence on my shelf this year, and it looks like I'm going to need to add a wing to my house.

The amount of series, trilogies, sagas, etc... is overwhelming. And of course when you buy the first, you have to buy the rest, so one story can take up half the shelf. It's truly a predicament, given the fact that most of the books on my TBR list are, nine out of ten, part of a series. It gets exhausting, sometimes, keeping up with all the sequels...

*sigh*

The first-world problems of a bibliophile.

But I digress... sorta...

The whole point of this post was to mention one book that caught my eye in particular, a book I'll be on the lookout for, ticking off the days on my calendar... It's a standalone, which I've been tending to lean towards in my book buying habits lately...


THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE is a fable that reshapes modern fantasy: moving, terrifying and elegiac - as pure as a dream, as delicate as a butterfly's wing, as dangerous as a knife in the dark, from storytelling genius Neil Gaiman. 

It began for our narrator forty years ago when the family lodger stole their car and committed suicide in it, stirring up ancient powers best left undisturbed. Dark creatures from beyond the world are on the loose, and it will take everything our narrator has just to stay alive: there is primal horror here, and menace unleashed - within his family and from the forces that have gathered to destroy it. 

His only defense is three women, on a farm at the end of the lane. The youngest of them claims that her duckpond is an ocean. The oldest can remember the Big Bang.


That synopsis leaves a lot to the imagination, seriously amping up the mystery behind that beautiful cover. Plus, Neil Gaiman is famed for his fantastical mind, and I can't wait to see what he's come up with this time.

The Ocean at the end of the Lane is set to be released on June 18th, and for you lucky ducks who live near one of his stops, Gaiman is going on tour with this book this summer. (Check out the schedule here.) 

As for me who lives in rural Maine, most authors I follow tend to steer clear. At least I'll always have Stephen King as my neighbor. (Be jealous.)


Happy Reading Everyone :)








Stories





What is it about people and our desire to make up stories? Even if you aren't a published novelist, I'm sure you've caught yourself in an elaborate daydream, imagining all the things you could accomplish or all the turns your life could take based on a single decision or action. We imagine, and that in itself is a form of storytelling, even if it's only to ourselves.

Why do we love the art of storytelling? It's the truest art form, whether it's in the medium of paint or ink, everything we create out of passion tells a story. I'm an art lover, and I can appreciate the story told through a picture, but there's nothing, nothing, like the beauty of the written word. It's raw and deep and strikes us on a personal level whether we're ready for it or not, always full of surprises and joy and heartbreak.

Stories are really the core of us as human beings. They are what make us tick; force us to remember; give us hope. In some cultures, stories are the only form of history that keep a way of life living, and to stop telling them would mean the end of an era. Of traditions. Of a people.

In this literary and well documented world, histories and stories are now written down. There are more books in the world than any one person can read, meaning that stories surround and overwhelm us. People write and share, and in that way they offer a huge piece of themselves, giving us another perspective of not only the human mind, but the heart and soul.

Nothing saddens me more than to hear someone say that reading is boring or a waste of time. Reading isn't just about comprehending the words as they are in front of you, one by one, but feeling the meaning behind them. Understanding and knowing the story and the bigger picture that they form. Reading is like keeping a legacy alive. The stories of us and the beautiful imaginations that we possess.

It's amazing to read and see what people are capable of. What ideas they can come up with, whether they are ugly and brutal or peaceful and serene. What's even more amazing is to see what you can come up with if you open yourself up to it. That's the ingenuity of it all. There's so much you can discover. 




Happy Reading Everyone :)










16.5.13

Tour Stop: Review: Deer In Headlights by Staci Hart





What do the Greek gods do when they're bored? Because they're always bored, so humans are the perfect players in their games.

Aphrodite owns love; she hasn't lost a competition on her turf in over three millennia. Apollo is on a mission to win. He's counting on it to finally get the one woman he's never been able to have.

The two gods will choose their human players, and if Aphrodite can't get them together before the clock runs out, Apollo will get his way. And Aphrodite couldn't have that.

Lex and Dean are perfect for each other, they just don't know it yet. Dean is a perpetual bachelor, and a brooding, beautiful rock star. Lex is always with a man, but she'll never fully give herself up. Aphrodite has her work cut out for her, but if she can't make it work, no one can.

The gods have their own drama. Apollo killed Aprhodite's mortal love - they've got beef that's been dragging on for thousands of years. Ares, the douchebag, is forever trying to pick a fight, and trying to get Aphrodite into bed. And Persephone, Aphrodite's best friend, is the one person who Aphrodite shares everything with.

Follow the gods as they fight, laugh, cry, lose love, gain power, and make a mess with humans.

Deer in headlights -- she was paralyzed as her mind went a zillion miles in a split second. 

Deer in Headlights by Staci Hart is one of those novels you will read in a single afternoon. It's fast, fun, and emotional, and even at only 164 pages, this little book packs a pretty decent punch.

Greek mythology plays a prominent role, but with a modern twist. The gods still meddle in the lives of mortals, but their lifestyle has advanced significantly from what we learned about them in college. The personalities of each god or goddess are dynamic and nothing like the cut and dry text book versions that I studied in my art history classes. Hart gathers these legends of ancient history and gives them real voices we can all relate to.

And you think mortals have drama? Trying roaming through the world of the gods. These "people" have no competition when it comes to the shenanigans and pain they can conjure up against each other. Their relationships are strange, as all of them have some kind of history during which they tried to tear each other apart, but who can hold a grudge for centuries? They all forgive, but man, do they cause some damage when they're vengeful. Not to mention the little games they play with the hearts and fates of mortals.

If you're a sucker for bad-boys, you'll fall right in love with Dean. He's slightly screwed up, but throw that in with a splash of gorgeous and a boatload of heart-melting writing skills, and you've got yourself a combo that's difficult to ignore.

Lex is just as messed up as Dean, if not more so. He's got commitment issues, she's got abandonment issues. But each of them sees something in the other, something they can't resist, and the thick tension between them becomes a heady mix of desperation, fear, and hope.

Their relationship was... I really don't know how to describe it in one word. They were infatuated from the moment they set eyes on each other. They hit it off after a few exchanges, and after that, they're both done for. There's no going back. At first, I wanted to say that it felt rushed because their relationship went from 0-90 in about 6.7 seconds without a whole lot of dialogue between them, but with the role the gods play, and the intensity of the moments Dean and Lex share, I couldn't help but believe it and root for them.

The development of the characters was perfect, especially given the short span of the story. Main characters aside, the side characters really surprised me, and I found myself loving every single one of them. From the glimpses we get of the many gods lounging in Olympus to the spicy personality of Kara, Lex's best friend, to the laid-back demeanor of Travis, Lex's boyfriend (yup, that's right), I realized that I had completely fallen for them. As a character-driven reader, this is HUGE for me, and wanting to know and experience more of the characters, there's no way I'm not reading the next book.

Staci Hart has a hilarious writing style, but she knows when to be serious. It's this mix that brings comic relief at the exact perfect moment in the midst of all the drama ~ there's a lot of craziness, pain, and emotion between the world of the gods and that of the mortals, but you never feel overwhelmed; you're laughing too much for that. *Love* the combination.

Like I said, Deer in Headlights is a fast and extremely fun read. But although it's quick, there's so much packed into the pages, that you're not left wanting in the end.

Definitely recommend!




Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom; she has three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife; even though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f, ends with k, and there a uc in there. Just saying. From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's sleeping, cleaning, or designing graphics. But let's be honest, she's mostly writing.



Happy Reading Everyone :)















14.5.13

The Bad Boy Motif: Overdone?



Yup. I will be the first to admit. What is it about the bad boy that makes us puddy in their capable (even if fictional) hands?


  • They are so wonderfully tortured. What is it about a guy with a haunting past that makes him so friggin' sexy? Maybe it's the strength they've had to build to endure, or the experience they've had with what life can bring. I can't quite nail that one on the head, but it is definitely a selling point, even without an explanation.
  • They're confident. (Sometimes on the verge of cocky, but let's not take that too far, okay boys?) They don't care what others think or believe about them, and there's nothing hotter than a guy who knows who he is. 
  • Bad boys seem to feel more deeply. You ever notice that they only care about what's real, what truly matters? Not saying they don't indulge in matters that skim the surface, but when they do come into contact with their emotions, it's usually in a big, dramatic way. I don't know about you, but raw emotion snags me every time.
  • Non-conformative. Different. Whether it's YA, New Adult, or Adult Fiction, I'll take the combat boots or plain black t-shirt over the suit or popped collar (gag) any day. 
  • Package that all together, and you've got mysterious, bold, and dark wrapped up with a bow of rebellion. What's not to like about that? 

Now that I've gushed over my admiration for the bad boy, I'm going to digress a bit. There are good bad-boys and there are bad bad-boys. What I mean by that is that, in the fictional world, the bad boy is becoming a dime a dozen, and some of them are giving the whole persona as a whole a... well, bad... and slightly annoying reputation. (Let's see how many times I can use the word "bad" in this post...)

Is the bad-boy being overdone? Maybe not overdone, but he's being done in all the wrong ways. Umm.. wait... Where was I? ... Remember when Twilight came out, and then BAM, there were so many vampire novels that you could hardly tell them apart? Some were awesome and original with no parallel to Twilight whatsoever, while others were basically just a retelling of the mega hit, which was, to put it in a word, "lame." The unoriginal retellings were the obvious "look at me" novels, riding on the success of a popular idea to make money and maybe gain a little fame.

Same goes with the character personality of the dark, rebellious guy. (Notice I'm trying to refrain from using the "b" word.) These characters can be amazing, incredibly captivating, and will seriously steal your heart. Examples? Noah Hutchins from Pushing the Limits. The slightly-over-cocky-but-it-works Dante Walker from The Collector. And how could I forget Daemon Black from the Lux series? All wonderfully created "bad-boys" that make room for a soft spot.


Lately, though, almost every book I read incorporates this personality, and lately, the appeal is beginning to fade. I'm currently listening to Alice in Zombieland, and while the idea of Cole Holland is nice, something about him just doesn't work. Maybe it's his insistence that he has the right to be overbearing and tell Alice what she will and will not do. Or maybe it's his instant obsession with Alice. I can't exactly put a finger on it, but there's a lot about him that has me wishing I had the ability raise one eyebrow (how do people do that?) in disbelief.

Others include the difficult-to-understand Daniel Grigori from Fallen. Or the pushy and vague Reed Wellington from Inescapable.

I wouldn't say these are underdeveloped or artificial characters per say, it just feels like they're trying to be someone they're not ~ like they're trying desperately to be mysterious and dark (either with a leather jacket or vague, witty, and slightly cryptic statements), but despite their best efforts, they just can't pull it off.

Moral to the story? Forcing bad-boy status on a character is like trying desperately to fit in with the flighty popular crowd. It doesn't make sense. If you're gunna use one of these amazing guys in a story, dig deep, let them tell you who they want to be, and don't push it too far. Too much, as with Cole Holland, will have readers (readers like me, anyway) wondering why the heroine still follows him around like a puppy dog.

And it just ruins the warm and fuzzy idea of the bad-boy. I don't know about you, but I never want him to get old.

What do you think? Do you think the bad boy is becoming a fad?


Happy Reading Everyone :)