Readathon: This is Where it Ends, by Marieke Nijkamp

this is where it endsIn Opportunity, Alabama, Tyler Browne walks into his former high school on the first day of the spring semester. Most of the student population is in the auditorium for the welcome speech, and Tyler has locked everyone in. He has a gun and plenty of bullets, and his anger is overflowing.

This is a story that has – unfortunately – been all over the news for the last two decades. A student walks into a school with a gun and begins to shoot. People across the country or world react. Some pray. Some call for stricter gun laws. Some blame mental health care. Some look for terrorists. Some look for a reason. Everyone watches on, in fear or sympathy or horrified curiosity. Reporters shove microphones in front of victims and create news stories out of the best tales. Eventually the moment turns into a catch phrase or political ammunition.

And so, when I first heard about this book, I was intrigued but wary. I’ve read/seen too many “ripped from the headlines” books/movies/TV shows that simply capitalize on the news for good sales. I didn’t want to read a book that would come off as heavy-handed political fodder or that would glorify in a kind of morbid voyeurism. The tagline and cover lean toward this latter, and so I was most on the watch for that.

This wasn’t just another ripped from the headlines book. Told from four points of view and broken up by blog entries, emails, twitter logs, and other sundry bits, this tells the story of a mass shooting from inside and out. It does not treat the event like a video game, where the violence has no consequences, nor does it get up on a soapbox about gun laws and other political points. Nijkamp handled this very explosive subject matter with tact and delicacy. No one is a flat character, not even the shooter, who is seen through so many different eyes with so many different histories and experiences. There is pointless death, and heroic actions, and cowardly actions, and stupid mistakes, and misplaced anger, and immediate suspicion of the Muslim kid, and homophobia, and…so on. It is a very round book, seen from many angles, and allowing the reader to come to their own conclusions and thoughts, and given my initial wariness, this was what impressed me most.

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Top Ten Bookworm Delights

Today’s topic is awesome! Here are some of the things that make my bookheart swoon, in no particular order:

01 collar1. Paraphernalia – Whether this is a Mistborn necklace or a replica of Hermione’s wand or a Grisha choker, the merchandise related to books makes me so very happy!

2. Bookshelves – Not all bookshelves, of course, but when they’re beautiful and arranged and full, it’s like magic.

3. GoodReads – This is a tool I’d never even though of and would never, ever quit using now.

4. Half Price Books – And used bookstores/sales in general. It’s so much fun to see what’s available, the possibilities and potential. Recently I discovered my favorite CYOA book from early elementary school at HPB!

reveur side6. Book-themed Costumes – These are the greatest!! Perfect for bookish events, meeting authors, Halloween, midnight book releases…

5. Bullet Journaling – Technically this isn’t book-related, but as a major bookworm who loves organization, I’m totally into bullet journaling, including its use in blog-planning and bookish wishlists.

7. Bookish Events– This encompasses everything from author signings to Readathon!

8. Interactive Books – Sometimes a book is filled with extras, either things that pull out, or maps and illustrations and other sundry bits. Love this!

9. Based on the Book – Theme parks, movies, TV mini-series, board games, etc…

10. Library – My home away from home. 🙂

What are some of your favorites?

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Sunday Coffee – Spring Readathon Wrap-Up

IMG_4573Well, peeps, I made it. Sixteen hours of reading and bookstuff in the last 24 hours. Five books and 1123 pages. One hour of audio. Forty-five minutes of exercise. Six cups of coffee. Seven hours of sleep. Two very puffy, kinda leaky eyes.

Yesterday’s post sums up all the Readathon goodness. Today, I’m soaking up the last few hours of my alone time freedom before I check out of this hotel and head off to my cousin’s daughter’s birthday party. I won’t clog your feed-readers with much more in the way of Readathon talk. I’m sure many of you are RaT-sluggish, and another set of you just want us all to shut up (ha!). Though I do hope a lot of you had fun, and that more of you will have the chance to participate in any measure next time.

And now, more coffee!!

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Readathon: April 2016

readathonIt’s here! Readathon time! This is my first full-on participation in Dewey’s 24-hour Readathon in YEARS and I’m very excited to be here. I checked myself into a hotel for the weekend (woohoo!) and I’m soaking up glorious alone time filled with books, audiobooks, and my fellow bloggers! As usual, to avoid cluttering up your feed-readers, I’ll be adding all my RaT updates on this post. Note that most feed-readers don’t change with post-changes, so check back later in the day if you want updates! And now, my lovely booknerd friends, let the reading begin!

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A Drop of Night, by Stefan Bachmann

a drop of nightThe doorways stretch ahead of us like a fun-house infinity mirror.

Unfortunately, this is my second disappointing book in a row. Boo. It’s also the second book in a row that will be hard for me to review. Two reasons for this: The first is that a big chunk of my disappointment has to do with how long I’ve been waiting for this book (almost three years). What I initially heard about it turned out to have very little to do with the final story – to be expected after a three year wait. The second is the weird combination of fabulous writing and a bizarre, difficult-to-wrap-my-head-around story. To explain:

This is the story of five gifted teenagers flown to France by a billion-dollar corporation/family to take part in an excavation of an underground palace. Of course, nothing is really as it seems, and there’s some really funky stuff going on in this palace.

Sounds interesting! Except that from the beginning, the book feels…almost unfinished. Gorgeous writing, great flow, but the story takes a long time to get started, and once it does, it feels like the entire beginning didn’t really fit. These kids are flown out, and they start noticing something’s wrong (though what they notice, I couldn’t tell you). They freak out, and lock themselves in this underground palace. Bad Stuff Happens. The book morphs into some kind of science fiction fun-house chase scene that goes on for pretty much the entire novel. There was very little down-time, and when the characters do start to develop, it’s in little spurts that contribute very little to the plot, like they were tacked on later. We never learn much about the mechanics of everything, and there are some pretty major plot holes that I can’t discuss without going into extreme spoilers.

I read through the book waiting for something to happen to tie it all together, and yes, in the end it did tie together…sort of. If you ignored a few major plot holes. And decided that the first 85 pages of the book were disconnected from the story.

But here’s the thing that makes this review difficult: I really do feel like the book is written well. Maybe not pieced together well – it felt like it needed another draft – but the words themselves, the flow, the rhythm, the imagery, the dialogue, the sensual elements…those things were phenomenal. And that makes it hard for me to determine if my frustrations with the book are due to the book itself, or due to something in myself. I mean, I don’t normally like chase-scene books. Some people adore The Knife of Never Letting Go, for instance, and I finished it feeling like I’d watched a four-hour car chase. Exhausting and pointless. And I know that Ness book wasn’t pointless. It just felt like that to me, because I’m easily exhausted and bored by chase scenes. So maybe the plot holes I found in this book weren’t really plot holes, but me not paying enough attention. Maybe the characters developed more than I noticed, because my mind slipped off while the teens were running from the enemy. Etc.

I will say that I’ve read a few other reviews of this book, and it seems that some people adore it, and others felt like me, like it was a solid draft of a book that just needed a bit more work. I guess it just depends on the reader. And after three years of reading, I admit that I do wish I’d been on the love side instead of the meh.

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Top Ten Books to Make You Laugh

I’m not a huge comedy person, but when an author does it right, I really enjoy it. These books got it perfect:

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  1. Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons
  2. Carry On by Rainbow Rowell
  3. the Nursery Crimes books by Jasper Fforde
  4. Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
  5. The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett
  6. Gothic Charm School by Jillian Venters
  7. The Monk by Matthew Gregory Lewis (though I doubt it’s meant to be humor…)
  8. The Importance of Being Ernest by Oscar Wilde
  9. Fat Girl Walking by Brittany Gibbons
  10. Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

What are your favorite comedic books?

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The Madwoman Upstairs, by Catherine Lowell (audio)

madwomanSamantha Whipple is one of the last surviving members of the Bronte descendants, and as such, receives a lot of unwanted attention as she begins her first year at Oxford. Between a bullying tutor, a snooping journalist, a grotesque room in a tower, and a bunch of secret packages that begin arriving, Sam is forced to look at her life and herself with far more scrutiny than she’s normally comfortable with.

I want to say up front that this review is going to be very difficult for me. As I listened to this audiobook, I debated whether or not to abandon the book. There were things that I heartily disliked, but there were also things that kept me engaged and interested. Normally, when I abandon a book, I have no interest in finding out the rest of the story. I think that in the end, I chose to stick with this one because I wanted to see what happened. That speaks in the book’s favor. Unfortunately, most of my other thoughts are a bit more negative. Let me get the no-spoiler portions out of the way first.

The book is set up almost like a story and inner-story structure, somewhat like Possession by AS Byatt, except that the inner-story consists not of actual characters, but literary speculation on the lives of the Brontes and the meanings of their books. I think I might have liked this a lot, except that I really couldn’t sympathize at all with the narrator, and I thought the literary analysis to be a lot of bunk. Honestly, at times it felt as if it wasn’t Sam’s opinions presented at all, but actual literary theories being presented, and that made me uncomfortable, especially as these were real-life people being discussed, and often things from the Bronte’s lives were presented as fact rather than fiction or speculation. Sometimes “facts” were presented not as part of the literary theory, but as simple facts, and because so many of the fictional aspects were presented as fact, it was difficult to pick apart what was and wasn’t true. This is often an issue I take with fiction about real people, and why I generally avoid these kinds of books.

Then there was some bizarre things relating to the Brontes and their works that I just couldn’t wrap my head around. For example, near the beginning, Sam lists out the Bronte’s collective novels, and she completely leaves out The Professor by Charlotte Bronte. I spent a good portion of the audiobook trying to figure out if this omission was on purpose because the author/narrator didn’t think The Professor was really a novel, or if this was some kind of alternate world where The Professor wasn’t published and would turn out to be Sam’s inheritance, or if it was some other weird omission. The book is finally mentioned halfway through Madwoman, with no explanation for why it was omitted earlier. Similarly, Sam is startled by the revelation that Cathy and Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights are half-siblings, which strikes me as utterly unbelievable given that she grew up in the environment of CONSTANT BRONTE. I’ve only read Wuthering Heights once, and I seem to remember that the whole half-sibling thing was either explicitly spelled out or rather heavy-handedly implied, and even if not, it’s certainly a major theory about the book. I find it difficult to believe Sam could be ignorant about it.

Then there was Sam’s tutor at Oxford, James. Skip this paragraph to avoid spoilers. I get that this book contained a loose retelling of Jane Eyre, but the relationship that develops between Sam and James didn’t work for me. Mostly because it didn’t really develop. Sam spends the majority of the book alternately talking about how good he looks and how he’s a bully. There’s never anything about him being kind, or smart, or in any way romantically interesting except that he’s hot. In return, he treats her as if she’s an idiot, pretty much all the way up until the moment that he kisses her. When he claims she’s an extraordinary intellectual and unique person, I don’t believe him, because the only thing he’s ever praised her for is the one paper she BS-ed just to dupe him. So the whole thing just felt like scuzzy professor takes advantage of a student who is only interested in him because he’s hot. Nope, nope, nope. END SPOILERS.

I don’t know. I wanted to like this book, and I wanted to find a lot more interesting things in it, and I kept seeing glimmers of things I would like. As I said, I never did stop listening to the book, even when I suspected that I should. I knew that I would be writing a negative review if I kept going, and yet I kept going. So the book has that ability to capture in its favor. Really, though, for me that was its only real plus. Maybe if I’d liked Sam more, or didn’t automatically find issues with books speculating on real-life people, this would have worked more for me. I’m sad to say that it didn’t.

Note: Don’t read this book if you haven’t read the Bronte’s works and don’t want them to be spoiled. This novel goes into detail about full plots of several Bronte novels.

Performance: The audio was read by Katie Koster. It wasn’t my favorite performance, because Sam sounded perpetually sarcastic, and I’m not fond of all the accents. Those are just my normal quibbles with audiobooks. Still, it wasn’t bad, or I would have switched to print. Just not a favorite.

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Sunday Coffee – End

IMG_4550A long, long, LONG time ago (2006? 2007?), I got this vague idea in my head for a novel. Several different sources went into this idea, but for a good many years, the whole thing was too vague to plan out and write. I made a few terrible attempts, mostly in 2007, and then I let it sit for a very long time. In the fall of 2013, I decided it was time to fully plan this monster out, and then I wrote the first messy draft during NaNoWriMo that year. I called the book Maldralith, though this will likely change.

I learned several things during that first draft. One: Writing a high fantasy novel during NaNo is a bad idea, because high fantasies are LONG, and my goal during NaNo is to finish my draft, not hit 50k words. By the time I reached the end of this 142,000-word book, I was literally writing descriptions of what would happen in each chapter rather than writing the chapters themselves. Which leads me to two: There was no way in hell that this was a single book. So in 2014, in periods between working on other books, I split this monster into several volumes and did extensive chapter-by-chapter planning for Book 1 (still called Maldralith as a working title). The goal was to begin writing it after we moved to Boston.

Except when we moved to Boston, life kinda fell to pieces. Depression and anxiety and family issues became top priority, and I stopped writing altogether. In 2015, I tried again, painstakingly writing a chapter each week whenever I could, which wasn’t often. By the time we moved back to Texas, I couldn’t even do that. I had one little writing spurt in October where I managed to get a tiny bit more done, and that was it. Time passed, and I thought about Maldralith all the time. I had the entire book ready in my head, but couldn’t get the words past some block in my brain.

In early March, with the tweaking of a particular medication, the dam in my brain broke. Words began gushing forward in a flood too strong to stop. I wrote almost every day, often for hours. I had to limit myself to 1-2 chapters per day. I went to sleep each night with the next few chapters in my head, so that the moment my fingers touched the keyboard in the morning, the words would come at once. When I ran up against crucial scenes, I would tell myself I needed to stop and plan better, but my brain had already done the planning, and I would just write it out, all the kinks already sorted. It was insane! I expected things to slow or stop once I got to later chapters that I hadn’t thought of enough, but nope.

I began work on Maldralith on March 7th. I was already about a quarter of the way through the novel by that point, but between March 7th and April 15th, I wrote the other three-quarters. On April 15th, I wrote one of my favorite words: End.

I’m spending this weekend rereading the (very long) manuscript to fix typos and minor inconsistency errors. Then, of course, the book will need to rest away from my brain for a good six months or so, before I can start revisions. The first night I went to sleep without chapters in my head to write? Just bizarre. I had difficulty falling asleep! I won’t describe the plot of Maldralith here – there’s a small paragraph about it on my Writing Page – but I will say that it’s a kind of Anastasia story meets Romeo & Juliet meets the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, with magic! I’ll also say that I’m super excited about this book, and yes, I’m holding myself back from writing the sequel, ha!

And now that my life isn’t entirely consumed by words, it’s time to focus on some other things, like housework and getting out into the real world and actually exercising for the first time in several weeks…

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Wink Poppy Midnight, by April Genevieve Tucholke

wink poppy midnightI’m not going to summarize this book. Even a small summary would provide spoilers. The book jacket is extremely vague on purpose. The GoodReads summary provides a little more, but even then, I’d be a bit wary. Read it if you’d like, though! All I’m going to say is that Wink, Poppy, and Midnight are three characters, each with alternating sections of first-person narrative.

My thoughts: Oh MAN I wish I could have kept this one for Readathon! It’s short, quick, and intoxicating. I was hooked from the very first page, and I didn’t stop until I read the last. Honestly, I’m still not even sure what I think about the plot/events. Everything is so very surreal and atmospheric, with the focus being tone tone tone. Something like We Have Always Lived in the Castle, except with multiple unreliable narrators and a younger voice. It was awesome.

I wasn’t entirely enamored with the first book by Tucholke that I read (Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea), and I never read the sequel to it. I’d loved the writing but not the story itself by the end. In Wink Poppy Midnight, that delicious, creepy writing is heavy and thick, and the story so vague and portentous that I’m free to interpret however I please. I adore that, and I’m glad I decided to try out this author again!

Seriously, this is an awesome Readathon selection. If my library hold wasn’t due back a few days before then, and other people lined up to read it so I can’t renew, I’d’ve totally waited to read it then. Great choice, hint hint! Heh.

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So Many Books, So Little Time

Recently, I was out driving, listening to music, when a little light-bulb popped up over my head. I’ve had an idea in my head for a novel for probably a decade now, just the rough bones, no real development. It’s patiently waiting for more decision and structure, and some of that structure suddenly came into existence. Not enough to have the whole novel pictured in my head, but enough to write more notes in my writing journal.

A week before that, a general idea I’ve had floating around for a few months now sprouted from an idea into very vague bones. Likely it’ll be quite some time before anything more comes from these bones, but they’re there. Notes written. Waiting.

And back a bit more time, a couple months ago, I was struggling to work on the manuscript I’d been trying to complete for two years. I decided that maybe I needed to focus on a silly, fun manuscript, something with no emotional baggage. Something brand new. Jason and I came up with a ton of pieces, rolled the dice, and formed a silly little contemporary fantasy novel for me to have fun with. Except I still couldn’t write, because it wasn’t the manuscript that was the problem. It was my brain that was the problem. And so another idea sits, shiny and new, mostly formed, waiting.

IMG_4540Not to mention the manuscript I’m in the middle of. The one I’ve been writing for the last two years or more. The one that has been pouring out of me since my brain got unblocked by the right medicine, and the words could actually come free from where I’d been swirling them all this time. The one I’ve finally entered that last final stage of writing, where the words keep coming and I’m tired tired tired but just need to make it through to the end before I can rest – a wonderful but exhausting place (Nine of Wands).

Not to mention the two other second drafts that have been waiting for their turn for the last few years. Not to mention the dozens of other books in various states of planning that are waiting, waiting, waiting.

So many books, so little time.

I’m used to people saying this about books to read. But this…this is about books to write, and GAH it takes a LOT longer to write a book than to read one! My brain is exploding. I want to write all the things! And I have no idea how I’m ever going to get through all of them!

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