By Lois Lowry.
Three in a row that I’ve read before! I was looking for post-apocalypse fiction. This is dystopian, which is close. And makes you think much harder, which is good for everyone.
I was feeling badly that I’d not had many books under my belt for February. I tried at least four but couldn’t get into them, so I kept stopping and trying another. Finally I gave up and asked for books in a genre that I like. This is one of the suggestions.
This book is very short, for me: I read it yesterday start to finish. The Giver is intended for young adult readers, and won a Newbery Award – but like most that do win that award, we older folks should read it, too. It does not come across as being condescending or talking down to young people – and it wouldn’t, to earn such prestige.
On looking this up, I find there are more books in the series. I’ll be on to them as soon as I can.
By Robert McCammon.
Now, I’ve been a fan of McCammon since I read Boy’s Life, long, long ago – and I own in paperback. I’ve not re-read it yet this year, so can’t be on my list for 2017, but it is one of my favourite books ever. Go find it, especially if you grew up in the south.
Back to Swan Song. This is apocalypse fiction, which is probably my favourite genre since I read The Stand as a teen. I won’t call it post-apocalypse as it starts with normal life and moves on, which is what I like best. Seeing how the people react and change and what they do to survive. I just love it.
Swan Song is one of the best. I prefer fewer supernatural elements, and not so much good vs. evil, and no mentions of god. But nonetheless it is is cracking long story that immerses you and makes you hope for good things to happen.
By Patricia Cornwell.
Turns out I’ve read this before, but with such a generic name and by such a prolific author, I didn’t realise it at first. I’ve read most of this series, but never in chronological order. It doesn’t matter, which can be a good thing.
This is one from the free library at work.
I do like the Scarpetta books, but this seems to be overly loaded with personal conflicts between the main characters, and no good reason for it. Sure, there is a reason, but these people have to have some terrible communication skills to let the misunderstandings get so far. In any case, the main story, as always, is a good read. I just don’t like the main people very much in this book. Thankfully, they mellow out later.
I have noticed that my reading has been less complete this month. I have a few books I keep trying to read, but they just don’t hold my interest. This one had such an intriguing title, I had to try. Worth it!
The Odds of Loving Grover Cleveland is by Rebekah Crane. I enjoyed it – I appreciated the idea that kids with issues healed themselves by talking to each other, than any amount of share-apy could ever do.
I’ve got another one under my belt too, but I’m tired and a bit stressed out myself.
By Tim McBain and L.T.Vargus.
Well! This is exciting. Since I started posting about my reading habits, it seems that the mostly-ignored Twitter thingie that shares my blog posts has gained some very welcome attention. Suddenly I have real writers following me over there! Most of you know I’m pretty Twitter-illiterate, so this is an unexpected bonus.
Even better, I got a free e-book out of it! Tim McBain, half the brilliance behind the book in the title, found me. His Twitter gives you a link to download this book – free! It’s short, as it should be, and the perfect appetiser to make you want the main book meal.
And I do! Well written with great characters who I can’t decide if I like or hate, it kept my interest despite having Saturday chores in the back of my mind. I love the type of character that makes me want to see if they grow into decency or degenerate into… well, it could be anything, from what I’ve read so far. I definitely want more.
P.S. – Vargus, if you see this – thanks for the kittens! Hope to see they become part of the bigger story.
By Ariel Waldman.
This is a fun, short book with illustrations and one-page anecdotes of the things that happen, things that you can do, things that you can’t do, and what things are wonderful or horrible about being in space.
I really enjoyed it – I’ll never get to space (as much as I’d like to), so learning about what I’m missing is fun and educational. Definitely safe for kids – yes, there is talk of “elimination” but what kid doesn’t already want to know the answers to those questions? Or people like me who might physically be a woman in her mid-forties but has the scatalogical humour of a 9-year-old-boy?
And that is me finally done for January. We won’t count the 3 national geographic magazines or four gardening magazines, right? Can’t review them. Or can I?
Um, actually this was no. 7. I forgot about it! That doesn’t sound good, but it was only due to my needing a few days to write the post about Lumi. I kept getting interrupted!
Unhappenings is by Edward Aubry. A very easy read, well written and caught my interest from the start – what is happening, or unhappening, to the main character, and why? Genres are science fiction and time travel, so if either of those interest you, have a go. He does pretty well with human motivations, too.
Absolutely stunning cover art, too.
Yeah, more Jack Ketchum. Offspring is a continuation of Off Season. I have to admit I’m getting kind of bored with him now. Too many at once, perhaps? His writing is great; that’s not the problem. I think that I’m getting used to the same type of story and the horror becomes predictable. I know what to expect now.
He also writes about nipples way too often. Describes them too often, also. Seriously, he seems to think we women are mainly concerned with our nips being injured. Maybe some women do but for me it gets old fast. Guess Jack is a boob man? Anyhoo, here is the cover:
…which I apparently never looked at properly. A movie? Have I seen it? No, looking at the official trailer, I have not. But it appears as though it keeps very close to the book.
Yet more Ketchum. Started this one, gave up, read two other books, and went back to force myself to finish it. Didn’t like it, clearly. Ketchum himself says in the afterward of this edition that he couldn’t sell it at all. I can see why.
More Jack Ketchum. I’m getting jaded now to his style of horror. This one felt…unfinished. Rushed, even. I liked the end, but most of the story of why things were the way there were was missing.