Rachel Vincent: My Soul To Steal Release

So, I’ve not read this series, but I really really want to. Curse you, empty bank account and useless local library, curse you! I love the look of this trailer and all the buzz for the release has got me seriously salivating for the first installment once again. (We’re a bit behind here in the UK, only the first one has been released, with 2 and 3 out in 2011)

YOU WANT MY SOUL AND MY BOYFRIEND?

Trying to work things out with Nash—her maybe boyfriend—is hard enough for Kaylee Cavanaugh. She can’t just
pretend nothing happened. But “complicated” doesn’t even begin to describe their relationship when his ex-girlfriend transfers to their school, determined to take Nash back.

See, Sabine isn’t just an ordinary girl. She’s a mara, the living personification of a nightmare. She can read people’s fears—and craft them into nightmares while her victims sleep. Feeding from human fear is how she
survives.

And Sabine isn’t above scaring Kaylee and the entire school to death to get whatever—and whoever—she wants.

I DON’T THINK SO.

American readers can buy the book here from Jan 1st!

 

2010 – It Was A Very Good Year

So the year is drawing to a close. Before I consider my New Year’s Resolutions, I thought I’d look back on everything that happened in 2010.

Things I Achieved

  • Passed my Post Grad course with Masters level
  • Became full time employed in a career, not just a job
  • Started this blog
  • Joined a gym
  • Bought a shiny car
  • Became Godmother to my best friend’s adorable little girl
  • Became a big sister for the fifth (!) time
  • Saw my mum get married to the man she truly loves
  • Play several ‘gigs’ for family occasions
  • Won 6 books
  • Wrote 25000 words on my WIP, despite huge pressures of work

Things I Discovered

  • Musical tastes expanding with The Prodigy and The Temper Trap. Yes. Can’t get more different than that.
  • New addiction to Syfy show Eureka
  • Misfits – a show made of awesome
  • Maggie Stiefvater, Suzanne Collins, Tabitha Suzuma, Ally Condie, Jennifer Lynne Barnes and countless other authors I would likely have missed out on were it not for the blogosphere
  • It is possible to exist on four hours sleep, stress levels through the roof and hours spent working. Just not very pleasant

Other Good Things

  • Ireland Mark II
  • Making my mark on the house. (boyfriend would say ‘mess’ but fortunately, he’s not writing this) I’ve on-off lived here all through Uni, but 2009-2010 is the first year I’ve permanently lived here
  • Finally having my own wardrobe (that wasn’t my Uni one, which had a psychadelic pattern and smelled of dust and mildew)

Things That Weren’t So Fab

  • Car (of the non shiny variety) broke utterly
  • My bad hip

With 2011 on the doorstep, it’s time to think of some resolutions. I know resolutions traditionally last til about the end of January, but I’m determined to keep mine. Well, at least some of them. Hopefully.

Resolutions

  • Continue working on my WIP, hopefully completing first draft sometime in 2011
  • Take better care of my feet
  • Stop eating everything within arm’s reach and get back into my size 10s (which I believe in America-speak is size 8?)
  • Linked to previous point, stop thinking that Doritos and soft cheese is a healthy balanced meal
  • Read some of my TBR pile instead of always bumping them down in favour of shiny new acquisitions
  • Read some of friend’s books and return them to her
  • Keep up with the gym and train for a 5k run

Happy New Year to everyone out there! What are your resolutions this year?

Blog Update

So far, this blog has been predominantly for YA books. Not consciously, that’s just predominantly what I read. However, I’ve done a couple of reviews recently, and have a few coming up, that are not YA. It’s got me to thinking that I probably need to give a little more information about genre in my reviews. For that reason I’m going to be updating things on the blog over the next few days and starting the New Year with a new review format.

Review: The Black Prism by Brent Weeks

Title: The Black Prism

Author: Brent Weeks

Series: Lightbringer #1

Genre: Fantasy

Publisher: Orbit

Summary (from Goodreads)

In a world where light is the basis of all magic, Gavin Guile is the Prism who stands at the center of all power and peace. But behind the majesty are shadows of secrets: Gavin’s brother Dazen sits in a remote dungeon and his son Kip has grown to adulthood in a remote land, far from the truths of the realm.

What’s Good About It

It’s difficult to do serious epic fantasy without coming off like a cheap Tolkien rip-off. And, let’s be honest, Tolkien wasn’t all that great in the first place so being the cheap knock off of something pretty terrible isn’t a great thing to be.

Fortunately, it’s something The Black Prism isn’t.

The totally unique magic system is the book’s main selling point. I was fascinated by the idea of different bands of light being used for different types of magic. I’m not a physicist, but from my limited knowledge of light and how light works, it made perfect sense. The whole idea of only being able to draft so much before you ‘break the halo’ and turn into a Colour Wight – a crazed creature dictated by the drives of its colour (e.g. red = angry, passionate, burn stuff; blue = cold, calculating, logical) – is another fabulous one, and they made for excellent enemies, the characters fighting them drawn into the complex emotions of facing something they might become, and fighting something that was once like them.

And Weeks doesn’t stray from the emotional challenge. There’s poor Kip who watches the girl he fancies die fairly early in the story, followed shortly by his drug addled mother who he loves and hates. Then there’s Gavin and his relationship with Karris, one of his body guards, which only becomes a hundred times more complicated about halfway through the story when the reasons behind their difficult relationship are revealed.

The book has a nice climactic battle that feels final enough – leaving enough open to intrigue the reader sufficiently without falling into the LOST school of finales that answer no questions. The characters have developed and grown, but enough space is given for you to feel confident that they can take another two books of this epic length without becoming dull or all being killed off and replaced by new protagonists halfway through.

Overall, I was hugely impressed by this and will be hunting down parts two and three when they come out, along with picking up anything else by Brent Weeks if I see it in the library. And I don’t normally bother chasing down authors’ back catalogues.

What’s Not So Good

It’s very, very big. Which doesn’t bother me, but I know it intimidates some, and it doesn’t make it the easiest book to read on the bus or train. Not even I could fit this in my handbag, and my handbag is a black hole of books and other junk.

Rating: 5/5

(P.S. if this review is kind of snarky, it’s because I’ve watched waaaay too much Zero Punctuation in a quest to find my boyfriend a good playstation game to buy with his Xmas money. We have BlackOps – any recommendations?)

Merry Christmas :)

Christmas in the Gilmore house was always a chaotic and wonderful affair. My mother likes Christmas to be a vibrant and fun-packed day, tinged with alcohol, usually, from ‘testing’ the red wine sauce and a celebratory early morning Buck’s Fizz. She would dance about the kitchen, singing Christmas songs and making sure everything was merry and bright.

Once upon a time, Ivy and I used to share a room, and it was our tradition to wake up at about half past four to open the stocking presents – from our homemade, personalised stockings that I was very sad to retire last year. I remember one year we got a playstation game, and decided that four in the morning was a very good time to start playing it. With bleary eyes we turned the TV as quiet as we could without muting it and played from the warmth of our beds. Of course, this was Playstation 1, and no matter how quiet the telly was, the racket of the disk spinning and the cooling fan was enough to wake our mother and she told us to go back to sleep. I think the game was Final Fantasy 8.

One year, we had the entire family round. We were all in the process of moving house – both our family and my aunt’s were relocating for work, and our grandparents decided to move with us, downsizing from their house to a nice bungalow. We were the first to make the move and Mum decided to have everyone round so Christmas didn’t have to be out of a box for them.

Both our family and my aunt’s are large. Back then there were slightly fewer of us, but we were still squeezing fourteen people into a four-bed house. I shared with my grandparents and one of the cousins. The grandparents had my parents’ bed, while we were on camp beds. They were terrible things – a good idea in principle that just didn’t work in practice. They were like fold out cots, with three bars, one at the bottom, one in the middle and one by your head. These bars kept the bed stretched out and upright, but they didn’t work very well. Quite often in the middle of the night there would be an almighty clang as one of the bars either end collapsed and suddenly your feet were one the floor, or worse, your head. Even worse, sometimes the middle one went, and then the whole thing would snap closed on itself, trapping you in a tangle of duvet. Fortunately, we saw the funny side.

These days I’ve left the Gilmore household. They’ve moved house yet again, and there are two new additions, both young enough to appreciate the magic of Christmas in the most innocent of ways. The original Gilmore girls (not the TV show…) have long since been too old to believe in Santa. But with a two and a half year old around the old traditions of drinks and mince pies for Santa have been revitalised. She doesn’t quite understand yet, but soon she and the five month old will both believe wholeheartedly. I’m really looking forwards to it.

My house is just a flat, with barely three rooms. It’s too small to decorate, really. Any tinsel would add instant clutter. The boyfriend is also a Christmas Scrooge – the downside of working in retail through college. We do have our tree though. Here it is:

Don’t laugh, but that photo is close to actual size!

Tomorrow we’ll be spending lunch with my family and dinner with his. Then probably evening with beers and friends and Call of Duty: Black Ops. A friend got us a third PS3 controller for christmas. All I can say is: Bring on the Zombies!

So, to all my readers, and all who happen to drop by once in a while: a very merry Christmas. May your stockings be filled with good books, your stomachs with good food and your hearts with love and happiness.

Am I being too cheesy yet? I think so.

Scary Characters

The latest chapter in my WIP sees the proper introduction of two characters who’ve been mentioned before, but not actually featured. These characters are loosely related to each other in the sense that they both work for the same organisation. One is very definitely a bad guy (though not The Bad Guy of the novel), the other a little more ambiguous in his motivations, but definitely a little scary for the main character, Keira.

I’ve always found scary characters a challenge, but the sort of challenge that I relish. It’s too easy to make bad characters the Disney caricature of Evil. Making them frightening, but believable is the balance I try to hit – a balance that, when done well, makes characters all the more terrifying. It isn’t easy.

Curtis, my ambiguous scary guy, is involved in something dark and dangerous. He’s the sort of character who does the wrong thing for some right reasons. Only some, but that element of empathy is (hopefully) there. He unsettles Keira because of his actions and associations, but also because he is clever and manipulative, and knows how to get what he wants without ever being clear on what it is he wants. He is only being introduced at the moment, but later in the story Keira has to rely on him to help her – a decision I want both her and the reader to feel very insecure about.

To achieve this, I’m going to have to work very hard to make Curtis everything I envision him to be on the page. I’ve read many a novel where a character meant to keep you second guessing just ends up annoying, or unbelievable. But, I’ve also loved reading/watching many great characters, from whom I will be drawing my inspiration.

Liberty’s Top 5 Scary Characters

5. James ‘Sawyer’ Ford, LOST


Not a book character, and not the most scary character in LOST by a long stretch (that crown would have to go to Ben Linus) but Sawyer earns his place on this list for being scarily good at manipulating people. In the early episodes of LOST, Sawyer was more of a comedy character, stealing the other survivors’ stuff and generally winding everyone up. Then came The Long Con in which Sawyer successfully manipulates everybody in the camp in order to gain control of the guns. The ruthless intelligence he displays,  his disregard for other characters and his ultimate victory reaffirmed Sawyer as one scary dude who you’d really want on your side when stranded on a mysterious island. There’s a new sheriff in town. Y’all better get used to it.

4. The Warden, Holes by Louis Sachar

The Warden is a character wrapped in mystery in the beginning of Holes. Referred to only as ‘The Warden’, never by name, we have no idea of her gender, age, personality until she strolls onto the scene halfway through the novel. All we know is, she frightens the staff at the camp as much as she frightens the inmates.

The fact that she’s a woman and commands the fear and respect of all those in her camp somehow makes her that much worse. It’s not physical intimidation that gives her power – there’s no way she could physically overpower anyone in the camp – but with a single utterance of the words ‘excuse me?’ she can bring even the most hardened of criminals quivering to their knees.

3.Mr Bennet, Heroes

Now, the later series of Heroes are probably best scrubbed from the memory, but Series One offered an absolute master class in how to do scary. And no, I don’t mean Sylar the crazed serial killer, I mean Mr Bennet. Ruthless company man or caring father? Bennet kept us second guessing his motivations for over three-quarters of the series, until in Company Man – which remains to this day my favourite episode of a TV show ever – we learned his true motivations for everything.

The scary thing about him was it all made such perfect sense and you couldn’t help liking him. That juxtaposition of the cruel and cunning company man, bagging and tagging Heroes across the country, against the loving father who would do anything to prevent his Claire Bear from suffering the same fate was potent and powerful enough to bring me to shed tears when Bennet has himself shot in order to let Claire escape. Scary characters you care enough about to cry over are the scariest of the lot.

2. Hannibal Lecter, Red Dragon, Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal and Hannibal Rising by Thomas Harris

Is there anything more chilling than a sophisticated serial killer? Unlike the uncouth and uncivilised serial killers Hannibal helps Clarice and Will track down, Hannibal appreciates fine dining, fine music. Oh, and human flesh.

Again, it’s the juxtaposition here that makes Hannibal the Cannibal so scary. If he was just a raging lunatic, he would be far less frightening. Instead, his sense of morality and justice – the fact that he kills an inmate for disrespecting Clarice, and chose his victims in order to ‘improve’ things, like killing the terrible flautist in the orchestra to improve their sound – make him terrifying. Add to that his extraordinary intelligence, and the fact that biting out a nurse’s tongue didn’t see his heart rate over 85 and you’ve got a character you’re glad is confined to the pages of Thomas Harris’s novel, their big screen adaptions and the dark corners of your imagination.

1. Mrs Coulter, His Dark Materials Trilogy by Philip Pullman

But, for me, the character who is queen of all the scary characters is Mrs Coulter. Menacing, manipulative, not afraid to use children in her terrible schemes for personal gain, she is the woman so powerfully persuasive that even soul sucking spectres do her bidding. I’m quite convinced that in a battle royal between all the characters on this list, Mrs Coulter would make everyone else turn tail and run.

Driven through countless universes to achieve her quest, the scariest thing is you can’t help but admire her a little, because she does it all to try to save her daughter. Her singular obsession with Dust, the lives she’s prepared to blithely end to serve her purpose, the fact that she has the imagination and the stomach for the horrors that take place at Bolvanger all add up to one truth – Mrs Coulter is the ultimate scary character.

Three Things

3 most used (or over-used) phrases:

Right guys

I’m tired

Dude

3 favorite colours:

Burgandy

Black

Navy Blue

3 favourite Disney characters:

Wall-e

Esmerelda

Bruce the Shark

3 names I’m called:

Liberty

Lib

Libby

3 things I love doing:

Reading/Writing/Blogging

Playing the piano

Watching Syfy

3 places I love going:

My Mum’s

Bed

Greece

3 best things in the world:

Spending time with family/friends/boyfriend

Finishing a difficult scene in a story

A really good book

3 favorite things to eat:

Chocolate Fudge Cake

Mushroom Pate

Lasagne

3 singers/songs I love right now:

The Temper Trap – Soldier On

The Prodigy – Colours

Melody Gardot – Baby I’m A Fool

3 Random Things:

I’m currently watching Celebrity Total Wipeout

Edam is my favourite cheese

I’m totally addicted to bad science fiction programs

Review: Incarceron by Catherine Fisher

Title: Incarceron

Author: Catherine Fisher

Series: Incarceron #1

Genre: YA Future Dystopia

Publisher: Hodder Children’s Books

Summary (from Goodreads)

Incarceron — a futuristic prison, sealed from view, where the descendants of the original prisoners live in a dark world torn by rivalry and savagery. It is a terrifying mix of high technology — a living building which pervades the novel as an ever-watchful, ever-vengeful character, and a typical medieval torture chamber — chains, great halls, dungeons. A young prisoner, Finn, has haunting visions of an earlier life, and cannot believe he was born here and has always been here. In the outer world, Claudia, daughter of the Warden of Incarceron, is trapped in her own form of prison — a futuristic world constructed beautifully to look like a past era, an imminent marriage she dreads. She knows nothing of Incarceron, except that it exists. But there comes a moment when Finn, inside Incarceron, and Claudia, outside, simultaneously find a device — a crystal key, through which they can talk to each other. And so the plan for Finn’s escape is born …

What’s Good About It

There are a lot of good ideas in Incarceron. I loved the idea of people being forced to live in a historic era, with contraband technologies hidden behind closed doors as an impeccably period front is presented for the benefit of visitors and passers by. The prison itself – a sprawling labyrinth of tunnels, each lined with blinking red eyes, always watchingis another great idea, truly menacing in its execution.

Claudia is a great character. Manipulative and driven, she’s not the typical YA main character and that was so refreshing. So was the brutality of some of the elements of Incaceron, which will keep fans of The Hunger Games’ brand of violence satiated.

But far and away my favourite thing was the idea of material recycling in Incarceron, and how gradually the prison was running out of biological materials, forcing it to make sheep (and sometimes people) out of a hybrid of biological stuff and metal. Cyborg sheep! Awesome. How a closed system, totally self sustained is losing material, I don’t know. The part of me that took A Level Chemistry rebels against the idea, but the image of cyborg sheep totally wins over the geek in me.

What’s Not So Good

Some of it was a bit twee. I mean, talking keys? And the science was a good idea, but a bit dubious. It sort of fell into the space between fantasy and science fiction, with some elements paraded as science that felt a little too fantastical for me.

Some of the foreshadowing was a little obvious too. I’d worked out what was going on with Keiro after about three chapters, which annoyed me. I like working things out before the characters as much as I like a really satisfying surprise twist, but working it out before the book’s even underway is just irritating. It becomes less about when the characters will figure out, and more ‘why haven’t they yet??’

But, minor issues aside, this was still an enjoyable book. I wouldn’t hunt down the sequel, but if I see it, I will pick it up.

Rating: 3.5/5


Writing From Experience

It’s the old adage of writers, when asked by aspiring writers for advice, to ‘write what you know.’ If I had a penny for every time I was told that, I wouldn’t be a millionaire, but I’d certainly be able to afford a few of the books on my TBR list.

It seems like an odd piece of advice at first. I mean, what did JK Rowling know about being a wizard? Unless there’s something she’s keeping secret, absolutely nothing. What does anyone know about being a paranormal creature, having a superpower, going in to space, living in another world? Nothing.

But that doesn’t matter. That’s the sort of thing you can invent, because nobody knows what they are like. You tell me that being a vampire involves craving blood and shrinking away from the sun, I’ll roll with that. Tell me it involves brooding and sparkling, I’ll roll with that too.

The things we relate to in stories are not the fantastical, the otherworldly. These are the things that make it colourful, unique and interesting. What we relate to is the human element – how a character feels as they explore the fantasy world they live in, how a paranormal character reacts to the loss of a friend or lover. And this is where we can draw on our own experiences.

I’ve read plenty of bad writing in my time. I’ve read some horrendous purple prose, obnoxious characters or characters that change personality to suit the needs of the plot, but most bad writing happens when people try to take their subject matter outside of what they know.

A family friend has been subject to some discussion lately. She dabbles in writing, how seriously I don’t really know, but seriously enough to want people to read her work. I’ve read a couple of her works. While she’s far from terrible, her writing doesn’t particularly ring true. You can really, really tell when she’s writing about things she has no experience of. It’s a shame really, because her actual writing isn’t bad – some elements could do with polishing, but that’s the sort of thing that comes with practice. If only she’d write about things she’s struggled with, loved, hated in her own life – I think she could have done something really interesting. She may yet.

My current WIP is scifi. It deals with things I’ve never experienced, and never will. That’s science fiction by its very nature. It’s a genre that’s notorious for bad writing because of that. While I don’t profess to know everything about writing, there are a number of things I’ve done to try and avoid the pitfalls of the scifi genre.

Primarily, the story is about freedom and friendship. The struggle of one character fighting to save another, and her friend, who’s in love with her and determined to keep up with her, despite not liking where the road is taking them. So it’s set in a future dystopia, half in a computer game reality. That doesn’t matter. The core of the story could be transposed into any setting.

And though I don’t know what it’s like to spend half your life in a computer generated reality, I do know what it’s like to love someone. I do know what it’s like to have a best friend who you adore, but who loves you in a way you can’t reciprocate. I do know what it’s like to struggle to be with someone against difficult odds, and all the complicated emotions that come with that.

Because I know these things, and can draw on those experiences, I have the heart of my story on which I can hang all the dressings of science fiction settings and futuristic concepts. The dressings can be shoddy, but as long as the heart of a story is beating, you’ll always have something worth working with – something a reader will want to find.

Review: Delirium by Lauren Oliver

Title: Delirium

Author: Lauren Oliver

Series: Delirium #1

Genre: YA, Future Dystopia, Romance

Publisher: HarperTeen

Summary (from Goodreads)

Before scientists found the cure, people thought love was a good thing. They didn’t understand that once love -the deliria- blooms in your blood, there is no escaping its hold. Things are different now. Scientists are able to eradicate love, and the governments demands that all citizens receive the cure upon turning eighteen. Lena Holoway has always looked forward to the day when she’ll be cured. A life without love is a life without pain: safe, measured, predictable, and happy.

But with ninety-five days left until her treatment, Lena does the unthinkable: She falls in love.

What’s Good About It

I can honestly say, I’ve rarely been more excited about a book than when I downloaded Delirium from netGalley. I’m not the greatest fan of reading things on the computer (don’t have a decent e-reader device either, which doesn’t help) and my computer battery is broken, which makes it very difficult to use, but even with these barriers getting in my way, I have managed to race through reading Delirium in a couple of days.

I’d heard many many good things about Before I Fall, Oliver’s debut novel, but I’ve always been inclined to think of hype as a double-edged sword. Hype does undoubtably alert you to novels – I wouldn’t have read Shiver or Hunger Games if it hadn’t been for the hype – but it also sets the standards sometimes too high.  My standards for Delirium were near astronomical, but it smashed throught them. It is just that good.

Oliver’s prose is lyrical, with touching descriptions of characters, their thoughts and feelings. With feelings, particularly love, being so central to the story, the ability to convey them accurately was essential, and it’s Oliver’s description of love and the full range of emotions it brings with it that is the real strength of this novel.

There is no instant attraction, I love you so everything is now sunshine and daisies here. Lena’s love for Alex is raw and confusing, and hurts as much as it feels great. Her confusion, her constant association of love with disease gives Oliver the narrative space to argue about and dissect every emotion. It’s not so much of a tugger of the old heartstrings, but a wrencher. I doubt there’s a human being out there who could read this and not think, ‘I remember feeling that way.’

The worldbuilding was utterly convincing. It may seem impossible to think of love as a disease, but looking just at the little quotes at the beginning of each chapter is enough to have you thinking how plausible it all seems. The ‘symptoms of amor deliria nervosa’ section under chapter ten (Note: my copy is an e-ARC and may not be the same as final published versions) is at once hilarious and frightening. When the ‘symptoms’ of love are listed out like that, it doesn’t sound like something you want to fall in.

Beautiful writing, engaging characters, heartbreaking emotional conflict, and a realism that is only enhanced by the dystopian setting, Delirium is going to be on my mind for a long time. And that, in my opinion, is the best sign of a truly great book.

What’s Not So Good

I was a little confused about the relationships between some of the characters, but this is probably largely due to me devouring the book at near to lightspeed. Had I taken the time to read the first few chapters a little slower, I may have remembered how Grace, Jenny and Lena were related to each other.

Rating: 5/5