Posts tagged ‘speculative fiction’

October 2, 2011

Book Babble: In My Mailbox the Long Awaited Edition

In My Mailbox (IMM) is a weekly feature organised by The Story Siren. IMM is a post where you can show which books entered your house and it also gives you a chance to say thank you to the people that kindly sent them. To find out more about how you can join in click here.

Books I mentioned in this IMM:
City of Bones by Cassandra Clare | Goodreads
Sing Me to Sleep by Angela Morrison | Goodreads
Heist Society by Ally Carter | Goodreads
Blood Bound by Rachel Vincent | Goodreads
Working Stiff by Rachel Caine | Goodreads | US cover | UK cover
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern | Goodreads
The Jewel and the Key by Louise Spiegler | Goodreads
I Love You, Goodbye by Cynthia Rogerson | Goodreads
Saints and Sinners by Paul Cuddihy | Goodreads
The Good Mayor by Andrew Nicoll | Goodreads

People I mentioned in this IMM:
Rosie @ The Review Diaries
Daphne @ Loving Books

Books I didn’t mention in this IMM:
A Scots Quair by Lewis Grassic Gibbons | Goodreads
A History of Scotland by Neil Oliver | Goodreads
Broadmoor Revealed: Victorian Crime and the Lunatic Asylum by Mark Stevens | Goodreads

August 17, 2011

The Passage Readalong + Giveaway and Some News!

Good evening, fellow Memoirites! We have goodies and goodies and newsies and goodies for you today!

First of all, you have no doubt glimpsed our loverly new side banner. We are pleased to announce…

The Passage – The Readalong

Cohosted by Serendipity Reviews & The Book Memoirs

What is a Readalong? A Readalong of Justin Cronin’s The Passage. On Wednesday of every week hosted alternatively, Vivienne from Serendipity Reviews and Elle and Kate from The Book Memoirs will post a five chapter synopsis and their thoughts on each segment.

Why a Readalong? Can we join in? The Passage is a chunky tome and we think it would be better if we all read it together! We encourage participation and discussion in the comments and in posts on your own blog! If you’d like to join in, why not grab our banner and use it on your site? Note: header banner coming before the Readalong starts! You’ll find the schedule below – each week, Elle will link up the post on The Passage Readalong page on our blog so that you can reach our thoughts and discussions.

The Schedule

24/08/11 The Book Memoirs Ch 1 – 5 End on pg 119
31/08/11 Serendipity Reviews   Ch 6 – 11    End on pg 212
07/09/11 The Book Memoirs Ch 12 – 18 End on pg 331
14/09/11 Serendipity Reviews Ch 19 – 22 End on pg 418
21/09/11 The Book Memoirs   Ch 23 – 29 End on pg 517
28/09/11 Serendipity Reviews  Ch 30 – 41 End on pg 620
05/10/11 The Book Memoirs Ch 42 – 53 End on pg 728
12/10/11 Serendipity Reviews  Ch 54 – 60 End on pg 815
19/10/11 The Book Memoirs   Ch 61 – 69 End on pg 908
26/10/11 Serendipity Reviews  Ch 70 – END End on last page.

Giveaway – The Passage Readalong

To celebrate our Readalong, we’re giving away two copies of the book – one UK only and one INTERNATIONAL – and you can find the giveaway link here. If you can’t access the link, check our Viv’s information post here instead. Don’t miss out!

And some news…

Normally we wouldn’t post such messages here on the blog but since The Book Memoirs was founded, we’ve found a little group of lovely fellow bloggers who have been a source of inspiration and constant friendship to us and Daphne over at Loving Books is one of our constants! She’s holding an awesome Birthday Bash Extravaganza over at her blog from 15th – 21st to celebrate her birthday so do head on over and look!

And that’s all from us! We’ll see you soon!

July 21, 2011

Review: Imaginary Girls by Nova Ren Suma

Imaginary Girls by Nova Ren Suma

Review by Elle

Publication Information: Dutton Books / 14 Jun 2011 / 352 pages

Genre: Contemporary & Speculative Fiction YA

Where I heard about it: If you haven’t heard about this book already then you’ve been living under a rock.

Spoilers: The first twist in the tale is revealed but given the twist happened at around page 50, it’s not that much of a loss.

Review:

Chloe’s older sister, Ruby, is the girl everyone looks to and longs for, who can’t be captured or caged. When a night with Ruby’s friends goes horribly wrong and Chloe discovers the dead body of her classmate London Hayes left floating in the reservoir, Chloe is sent away from town and away from Ruby.

But Ruby will do anything to get her sister back, and when Chloe returns to town two years later, deadly surprises await. As Chloe flirts with the truth that Ruby has hidden deeply away, the fragile line between life and death is redrawn by the complex bonds of sisterhood.

I can only liken the experience of Imaginary Girls to reading a bind-up of two completely different novels featuring the same cast: the protagonists might overlap but the plotlines have absolutely nothing to do with each other and the two halves of the whole must be treated entirely separately in order to do either of them justice. You see, in my head, Imaginary Girls is split into BL and AL – that is Before London and After London – and I can only but honestly confess that I wish the entire After London portion had never, ever happened.

The first section of the book, Before London, takes place in the world of gripping contemporary fiction. We are introduced to Chloe, a girl who initially seems to hardly exist on the page. She is the shadow of her older sister, the compelling Ruby, and she does whatever Ruby asks her to do, believes whatever Ruby tells her to believe and loves whatever Ruby loves with a kind of unquestioning dogmatic obsession which is in turns both slightly disturbing and downright eerie. This plotline – that of the manic, compelling older sister – is hardly original and yet I found myself absolutely swept up by the first-person narrative voice. I felt like I was in a French noir film with its hazy sun-bleached descriptions and its bare, compelling atmosphere. Everything was indistinct and faintly corrupt, all tainted by a single incident – that of a dead girl, a girl who seemingly committed suicide – an incident which pervades the entire book.

Ruby said I’d never drown – not in a deep ocean, not by shipwreck, not even by falling drunk into someone’s bottomless backyard pool. She said she’d seen me hold my breath underwater for minutes at a time, but to hear her tell it you’d think she meant days. Long enough to live down there if needed, to skim the seafloor collecting shells and shiny soda caps, looking up every so often for the rescue lights, even if they took forever to come.

The character of Chloe is ingeniously rendered. I believed every single word that she said, finding myself blinking dimly, fuzzily at the page when another untruth was discovered and I started to realise that Chloe, in all her glory, did exist, she simply didn’t want to. It is revealed fairly early in the Before London section of the book (so much so that it’s not a huge spoiler) that Chloe is in an endangered position, that she lives with an alcoholic mother and that she spends all of her time subsumed by Ruby’s influence. Ruby’s own glaringly bipolar behaviour is a result of her own abuse, of her own scars rendered by her mother’s erratic behaviour, and yet she is almost the sole caretaker of Chloe. There is an absolutely spectacular scene when Ruby feels compelled to go across state to where Chloe has been returned to her father and Chloe remarks that she has turned up in a stained nightdress because she was on her way to the mailbox in the morning when she suddenly! decided! it would be the best! idea! ever! and not once does Chloe question the oddity of this event.

I absolutely loved the book in its existence Before London.

Just weeks into living at my dad and stepmother’s housein Pennsylvania, my mom mailed me a package. She was sober again and must have realized she should show a stab at missing me, for, I guess, my sake. But the box wasno attempt at amends. It was more a junk drawer than acare package: a spilled cache of feathers and beads from the craft store in town where she worked weekends; a rockfrom, I figured, the Millstream, dusted in our town’s dried mud; some menstrual tea (seriously?); a dog-eared book on power animals (hers was the sparrow, she said, which she’d also taken on as her new name; Ruby said it was actually the vampire bat); and nothing whatsoever from Ruby.

You might say my mom was harmless if you didn’t know any better.

Then After London happened. After London takes place in the hazy space between supernatural and speculative fiction, the place where all of your standard assumptions go to die and your hopes of a compellingly distinct contemporary young adult novel commit hari kari in despair. Somewhere around page 70, Chloe attends a party in a remote quarry, having been convinced to run away from the safety of her father’s home and return to Ruby’s crushed stained-glass view of the world and… she finds herself speaking to the very dead girl – the now-infamous London – whom Chloe herself found stone dead only chapters before, floating around in a boat in the Before London section of the novel. What was a contemporary young adult novel with a unique voice and an atmosphere which thrillingly reminded me of some Australian fiction in its sparseness and confidence suddenly became something which seemed like a strange attempt to shoehorn the novel’s story into the already bulging and overburdened supernatural market.

I suppose it’s impossible at this point not to address the hype for this book. Imaginary Girls is one of two novels which stand out to me this year as being as heavily marketed as it is possible for young adult fiction to be – both Imaginary Girls and The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer have featured on almost every waiting for, anticipating, or on my radar-type post since their announcement late last year/early this year. It’s curious, then, that I now hear more mixed reviews about these two novels since their release than the ten other novels which are/were anticipated but haven’t been as fiercely marketed (Hourglass and Lola and the Boy Next Door come to mind). Others have said it better than me so I’ll leave it to them to discuss hype as a marketing tool and hone to my point: at no point in any of the materials I saw for Imaginary Girls (press releases, blurbs, excerpts) did I ever see any mention of Speculative Fiction. My hopes were ridiculously high for the novel as a contemporary title and I think I would have been rating it as high as a nine had the voice remained consistent and the genre remained the same but…

As Speculative Fiction, Imaginary Girls falls down on a number of different fronts and it would take too long to sit and list all of the minor quibbles I had with it. Once I had put it down and separated the genres in my head, I found that the actual function of the plot in the novel is a little too X-Files-esque to really pack the full punch that it tries to build to and, in the end, I lost faith in the narrative and found myself trailing to the end in frustration.

All in all, I come to the conclusion that I’m upset about Imaginary Girls. I’m upset, I’m frustrated and I’m glad I’m giving the novel, in all its pristine condition, away to someone who will love it better because it would only sit there in all of its beautiful blue glory, taunting me from a shelf and telling me that it all could’ve been so different.

5 sour gummy straws: A book with some definite issues.

(For more rating information see here.)

July 4, 2011

Guest Blogger Week: Day 1 – Kate from The Book Memoirs (Part 1)

Welcome to Day 1 of Guest Blogger Week!

To kick off the action this week, Elle and Kate are going to join in the fun and tell you about some of their favourite posts. There will be an AM and a PM post today, both with giveaways so keep an eye out!

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Kate

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie

When I was in fifth grade, one of the boys I’d grown up spent three weeks in the hospital due to complications with asthma. I know this doesn’t sound important, or even relevant, but one day my mom greeted me when I came home from school with a bunch of things she’d gone out and bought so we could make him a care package. Amongst the debris were two thick novels (at least, thicker than I was used to reading at twelve) by Agatha Christie. She explained that, since both of us loved mystery stories, she’d figured it was high time we started reading Agatha Christie. My friend got The Seven Dials Mystery, and I kept The Murder of Roger Ackroyd.

If you like mystery novels of any kind, you’ve probably run across Agatha Christie. Actually, I take that back; if you like books, you’ve probably run across Agatha Christie. And Then There Were None and Murder on the Orient Express are known pretty much the world around as some of the true foundation works of the modern murder mystery. Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple are some of the best-known detectives, bar none. And while I will always love Christie’s more popular novels, my absolute favorite will forever be The Murder of Roger Ackroyd.

Kate's Christie collection!

Roger Ackroyd is different from any of her other books. It’s written in first person (and I believe is the only one that is), it takes place late in Hercule Poirot’s career, and it has some of the most interesting twists that have ever been written. There is absolutely no way to dangle tantalizing plot bits in front of you without revealing too much, so I’m not going to try. Instead, I am going to say that The Murder of Roger Ackroyd completely changed the way I looked a mystery stories when I was twelve – and then again when I read it in English class at fourteen, and for fun at eighteen and twenty-three and beyond. It’s perfectly balanced, it’s witty in many places, and it is honestly exactly what people love about Agatha Christie even now.

I’ve read a lot of Christie’s books since that first one (which I finished on a hot day in the rocking chair in my parents’ room, though I will admit to having read the ending weeks before then). I’ve watched a lot of the adaptations, I’ve gone to a couple performances of her plays, I’ve played several of the video games. And despite all of this, nothing compares to The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, which most people have never heard of as they’re mentally indexing Christie’s books.

I do not joke when I say that if you love mysteries, this is the book you have to read. Not a book. The book. Singular.

Sabriel by Garth Nix

I’m justifiably hard on young adult fiction. Especially these days, it’s seems that every third book has the obligatory vampire, werewolf, sixth sense, or “mysterious supernatural happening” lurking somewhere around the start of the fifth paragraph. I really never read a lot of young adult fiction when I was actually a young adult, either, because a lot of it never really resonated with me. This was even more true, I think, when it came to trying to find young adult fantasy I (an adult fantasy lover from about seventh grade on) loved. At least, until Sabriel.

Sabriel and the other two books of the trilogy – Lirael and Abhorsen – sits on that rare line between YA and contemporary adult. Sabriel, a teenager who attends a boarding school on the safer side of The Wall (a barrier that separates the mundane from the magical), receives word that her father has died and that she must take up the mantle of being a necromancer, an individual who communes with the dead and helps them cross over to the other side. Armed with the tools of the trade, namely a number of magical bells, she crosses The Wall to find out what happened to her father. And while I’m sure, right now, you’re thinking this sounds like a thousand other YA novels, Sabriel pulls no punches. It’s a book with actual consequences, no fear of the terrifying, and I promise you one thing: you will be thinking about the barrier between living and dead for a long time after reading this book. Possibly late at night, in your bed, when the lights are off.

There are really three things I ever want from a fantasy novel: at least one strong female character I can rely on, actual consequences for the characters, and a sense of newness (instead of cribbing from Tolkein’s Greatest Hits again and again). Sabriel delivers all three. There is no trilogy that I recommend as freely to people looking for good fantasy, and no series I have given as gifts as often as I have this one. I challenge you not to love and sympathize with Sabriel herself, not to be bewitched by Touchstone and Mogget, and later, to not fall in love with the Disruptable Dog and Sam. The entire trilogy just makes me happy, the whole way through, and I don’t know many other books that pull that off so well.

On a Pale Horse by Piers Anthony

Book 1 – The Incarnations of Immortality

I’m clearly cheating at this one, because this isn’t a single book but a seven-book cycle. But I’m doing it anyway.

The Incarnations of Immortality begins with a premise: what if the concepts we often personify, such as Death, War, Fate, Time, Nature, Good, and Evil, are actually offices held by human beings? What if the personification stems from the fact that people – actual, normal people – are serving out their lives in these positions which will be eventually passed on to others? That’s the concept Piers Anthony considers, and does so perfectly well, I cannot even begin to describe it.

Kate really likes Anthony...To describe the concept of On a Pale Horse in isolation just makes it sound like an acid trip gone wrong. Zane, a down-on-his luck photographer, decides to shoot himself, but when he sees the figure of Death coming towards him to claim his soul, he shoots Death instead. He discovers that, in killing Death, he is fated to become the next person to serve in that position, and must gather up the souls of the dead and send them either to heaven or to hell. Except Zane discovers that Satan is attempting to interfere in the lives of humans, and must help stop Satan from manipulating humanity in the direction he wants it to go. All of which might sound mundane unless you realize that every detail – literally every single one – in On a Pale Horse is explained, complicated, or expanded on in another of the six books in the series.

I’m often impressed on how well a story can come together, especially in the case of complicated series with any number of characters, motivations, and possible complications. But absolutely nothing compares to the way this story comes together. The ultimate conclusion and the way the threads are married will shock you in the most wonderful way. And to this day, one of my favorite quotes in the world comes from this series of books.

The Incarnations of Immortality literally changed my way of thinking about fate, religion, and the universe, and I’m only sad that more people haven’t read the series. Consider this my seal of approval. It may very well change you.

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Giveaway

To win a copy of one of one of Kate’s favourite books, simply leave a comment below and then fill in this form!

* The giveaway is, as always, international but please make sure either The Book Depository or Amazon ships to your country before entering.

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Be sure to pop back in a few hours for Elle’s Part 2 and another chance to win one of her favourite books!

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