Did you ever think that a white author like Orson Scott Card could nail writing a compelling black character in a story set in the 2000’s in America – a tale about a magical child and race and belonging in the suburbs. Black cops, white victims, black kids not quite rich, not quite poor.
It was interesting to say the least. Not like The Hate U Give but still very interesting.
Eli Monpress is talented. He’s charming. And he’s a thief.
But not just any thief. He’s the greatest thief of the age – and he’s also a wizard. And with the help of his partners – a swordsman with the most powerful magic sword in the world but no magical ability of his own, and a demonseed who can step through shadows and punch through walls – he’s going to put his plan into effect.
The first step is to increase the size of the bounty on his head, so he’ll need to steal some big things. But he’ll start small for now. He’ll just steal something that no one will miss – at least for a while.
“ Some mysteries were built so intricately, it took centuries to unravel them. Others remained forgotten, left to gather dust in the memories of the dead. Castle Creighton waited over a century for its chance.” — Professor Astor , The Price of Power: The Curse of America’s Uncrowned Aristocracy
This book felt like it was written as an assignment, it’s short at little over 200 pages and the writing feels like machine-gun fire. Short Sentences. Full Stops. No adjectives or descriptions of places or people.
I started this book with really, really low expectations. It’s been a while since I’ve read anything of value so I was thinking that a teen book, YA section will probably keep my interest for an hour or so before I went out and then I can pick it up later and leisurely continue reading it without bothering too much about it.
But then, as I started reading, I had to double-back to specific sentences, paragraphs and then I got my pen out. I loved this.
…most legends germinate from a seed of truth and feed on the imagination of Man. We need our demons: they are symbols, overblown maybe, often exaggerated, but effective. They offer simple confrontations between Good and Evil. War, famine, and pestilence are much less straightforward.
This is the first book I’ve picked up in about 3 years about time travel and multi-verse and the lost city of Atlantis. (The last book being Hearts in Atlantis which had more to do with the Dark Tower than any lost civilization and lands).
I didn’t realize this was the second book in a series but I still read it with great enjoyment (it does work as a stand-alone book quite well).
A young girl is summoned to the collegia to find her magical-studying sister has died in a violent explosion. Suddenly she is whisked away to the king’s city where her fate is to be decided, and gets caught up in a conspiracy of sorcerers to not only overthrow the temporal power of the king himself, but the very laws of nature and life and death.
I have waited a bit before writing my review for The Name of The Wind because it’s almost like writing about your best friend who went abroad for a whole year. The book is the first in the Kingkiller chronicle, followed by The Wise Man’s Fear: Kingkiller Chronicles, Day 2 and the short story about Auri (which is like 1.5). There is one more book coming in 2018-2019 to probably end this amazing series but I’m dreading it as much as I’m looking forward it as it means it all ends. The magic, the stories, the tales of enchantment and princesses and wizards.
Why did I like this book so much? It takes guts and talent to create another world, another universe – much like Tolkien or the Territories from the Dark Tower or Harry Potter.
Oh, I’ve seen the movie when it was released and I quickly went to the store to get my copy of the lovely manual – Thank you for the lore, the additional Harry Potter universe addition and the new and fantastic characters!
“Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them represents the fruit of many years’ travel and research. I look back across the years to the seven-year-old wizard who spent hours in his bedroom dismembering Horklumps and I envy him the journeys to come: from darkest jungle to brightest desert, from mountain peak to marshy bog, that grubby Horklump-encrusted boy would track, as he grew up, the beasts described in the following pages. I have visited lairs, burrows and nests across five continents, observed the curious habits of magical beasts in a hundred countries, witnessed their powers, gained their trust and, on occasion, beaten them off with my travelling kettle.”
So starts a magical tale of Newt Scamander and his book which goes about defining monsters and creatures and posing the existential question:
We now ask ourselves: which of these creatures is a ‘being’ – that is to say, a creature worthy of legal rights and a voice in the governance of the magical world – and which is a ‘beast’?
“[1Q84] gets off to a vintage Murakami start: eerie wrinkles in an otherwise ordinary Tokyo day. A woman stuck in traffic decides to get out and walk. A struggling novelist is roped into a shady writing project. But with every page, the ready edges closer to an Orwellian rabbit hole. And when the plunge comes, it brings all the trippy delights of Murakami’s unsettling imagination: a vanishing, a parallel world with two moons, and ‘Little People’ who make Big Brother look like an oaf.”
—Devin Gordon, GQ
The year is 1984 and the city is Tokyo.
The protagonists find their entrances, in different ways. Thirty-year old Aomame is grid-locked in a cab at the book’s opening, on an elevated section of the Tokyo Expressway. She’s listening to Janácek’s Sinfonietta on the car’s stereo and daydreaming about how that particular piece of music, written in 1926 in Czechoslovakia, represented the ultimate calm before the storm, a brief peaceful respite in central Europe that served to prove “the most important proposition in history: ‘At the time, no one knew what was coming.'”
Aomame too, has no idea what lies in store, but her looking-glass world is about to be revealed. Her driver advises her that if she is to make the very important date for which she is late, she might use an emergency iron stair off the high carriageway that will take her down to ground level. But beware, he suggests, “things might look different to you down there”. He’s not wrong.
She has entered, she realizes, a parallel existence, which she calls 1Q84 —“Q is for ‘question mark.’ A world that bears a question.” Meanwhile, an aspiring writer named Tengo takes on a suspect ghostwriting project. He becomes so wrapped up with the work and its unusual author that, soon, his previously placid life begins to come unraveled.
If you are not getting enough drama from the daily news, if you are looking for a paranormal story of death, murder, betrayal, rape and revenge, look no further than Joe Hill’s Horns.
Ig Perrish wakes up the day after the one year anniversary of his girlfriend’s death. He drank way too much the night before, did something he can’t remember, and woke up with horns growing out of the middle of his forehead. When he’s around people they tell him all kinds of dirty secrets, the stuff they want to do and how they really think, as if he’s their own personal demon that they can confess to. And with this new ability, Ig finds out what his friends and family really think about him and the mystery of who really raped and killed his girlfriend slowly unfolds.