Friday, June 1, 2018

REVIEW The Midnight Dance by Nikki Katz

The Midnight Dance by Nikki Katz
Published by SwoonReads
Fiction / Young Adult / Thriller / Mystery



I'm a huge fan of SwoonReads and their publishing. I came across this book about a year or two ago in some BookTube videos as an ARC copy. I always thought it sounded interesting, and earlier this year I caved and bought it.

Firstly, the cover is beautiful and one of the main reasons I picked this up. Also, it's Swoonreads, and I am on a journey to read a lot of their books.

This is a mind-control thriller that takes place in 19th century Italy at a ballet school. All of the ballerinas are being controlled by the owner of the school, Master/Cirillo. I love the setting, I think it's intriguing, and I am one for thrillers and the like.

I liked the idea behind this book, I liked the characters for the most part and thought it was a really solid YA book. I thought the descriptions were lovely, and I didn't have a hard time following what was going, most of the time. There were one or two points where I got a little lost and confused.

There was a lot that could have been done with this book, and most of those options I wish had been done. I was hoping for a kind of Phantom of the Opera type book; the young, pretty ballet dancer who has the attention of a dark and mysterious Master. Even if she wasn't at all attracted to him, the creepy/enticing factor could have been played up more. All the other girls seemed to be very attracted to him, which leads for a sense of mystery, and an opportunity to mislead the girls and the main character. There was misleading in the book on the Master's side, but not as much as I was hoping for.

The book jumped into the action pretty quickly, which surprised me, and I was fine with it, but by the middle of the book I wished I had had some more time with the characters and their relationships to Master a little more. He's the central figure and I wish I could have read more of Penny's interactions with him.

Spoiler-ish section:
I just learned that this is a standalone book, and that heavily disappoints me. The motivations for several of the characters were completely lost on me and were never clearly resolved by the end of the book. To give it away, Master and Bianca. Some of the characters, I got their motivations quite clearly, but those two, not so much. And knowing that this is a standalone, I will never never know completely the mysteries behind those two. It ended with me asking infuriating questions.

What was the real reason Master opened a ballet school? Was it purely for experimentation? Was he lonely? Was he trying to manipulate himself the perfect girlfriend? He begged Penny for him to explain, and I really wished she had stayed to get that explanation. And Bianca? She knew what was going on. I wanted to know her relationship to Master and why she remained so devoted to him.

Those are such important questions to just leave the reader with, and it made me kind of mad that I won't find out.

In terms of Swoonworthy? It was meh. The romance and tension could have been played up more between Penny and Cricket, and between Penny and Master.

I give this book:

💛💛💛

I wanted this book to be better, and it was good in a lot of ways, but it left me frustrated at the end because of all of the missed opportunities. I would recommend it to a friend it it was the exact type of book that they were looking for.

Note: For all Swoonreads books I will be using hearts instead of stars!


Sunday, May 27, 2018

REVIEW A Court of Frost and Starlight by Sarah J. Maas

A Court of Frost and Starlight by Sarah J. Maas
Published by Bloomsbury
Fiction / New Adult / Fantasy / Romance
Release Date: May 1st, 2018


The long anticipated novella to the ACOTAR series!

To start this off, I know why some people don't like it in comparison to the previous books. The plot is subtle, if there at all as some would say. I knew going into the book as soon as I read the premise that this was a bridge book, one to give us some extra information before leading us into the next full novel.

This is what seemed to bother people, because they felt that nothing happened in this book.

Not technically true. In terms of action on the level of, say, A Court of Wings and Ruin, yeah, not much happened. But there were some key points in here and some important information that needed to be separated from the next full novel (there should be a sneak peak into the next book), where, if this had been added into the beginning, it would have just been a weak beginning to a novel. This needed to be its own thing, and, to be honest, I appreciated it.

In this book, it's been several months since the end of the war with the King of Hybern, and the Court of Dreams, along with a few others, have been adjusting. It's close to the Winter Solstice (Yule in Paganism which she respectfully pulls from) and the time to come together and work past the pain and rebuild towards a brighter future feels necessary for Feyre. As High Lady, the first in history, she maneuvers through multiple responsibilities to try to find her place and role in Velaris. Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian (#bae) struggle to find the roots of a brewing rebellion among the Illyrians, we begin to see more attention on the Archeron sisters and how they are coping with their new High Fae lifestyles, bodies, and place, and we witness additional tension between Rhysand and Tamlin over border legislation now that the Wall is gone.

So, technically, there is quite a lot that happens in this book. The plot just isn't as action-packed and heavy as the past novels. It relies solely on the growth of relationships and finding purpose.

To me, that's far deeper, and more interesting, to read about sometimes. Especially when it comes to characters that you've grown to love and care about. Others probably aren't at that level with these characters yet, and that's fine. I think this type of book was appropriate, even necessary, to have as we continue on to more adventures with these characters. The Hybern plot is over, but there's obviously something brewing in multiple parts of Prythian and the Fae World that will carry on to be huge plot points in the future.

Now that my defense is over, let me go into some of the more analytical aspects of this review.

I always thought that Sarah J Maas did a pretty good job of showing the effects of PTSD, and this one, she expands to show that it does indeed come in multiple forms. In this book, we see Feyre try to find her own release from the trauma, which comes in the form of painting, and ultimately results in the creation of non-profit painting classes for children and their parents trying to cope with the loss of parents in the war, and the horrors they witness when Hybern attacked Velaris.

But the most interesting character to read about in this book, was Nesta.

We begin the learn more about how Nesta is faring following the war, trying to adjust to her new body, life, and situation. Her form of coping with the trauma she experienced is by secluding herself in a hovel in the shady side of town and drinking herself into stupors to the point where limitations mean nothing. She refuses to speak, let alone see, her sisters or anyone from their group despite the upcoming holiday. From a distance, she's being unnecessarily difficult, but looking at it closer, it's understandable. She can't stand to see anyone happy, because why should they be? It's clear she's still traumatized by her transition in the Cauldron, and the death of her father at the hands of Hybrern. And probably immensely embarrassed at the fact probably everyone in the Fae Realm knows about her shielding a dying Cassian from the fatal blows Hybern had in mind for them. Showing affection was never her strong suit, and she views that instance as a reveal of weakness. Cassian sees it differently though.

I'm excited to learn where she and Cassian go and how their relationship develops. It looks like the next book will be focused on them so I'm more than giddy about it at the moment.

The other thing I am interested to learn more about in the coming novels, is Tamlin. Yes, Tamlin the Tool.

He has proved himself to be nonredeemable throughout the past three (yeah three) books. In ACOTAR, glimpses of his possessive nature glimmered in several situations, ACOMAF is self-explanatory, what a douche-bag, and then in ACOWAR he was still an asshole, but kind of came through at the end with saving Rhys's and Feyre's lives. But one good deed does not erase three books of douche-baggery.

In this book, Tamlin is only a shell of his former douche-bag self. Through Rhys's eyes, we see a lonely, disheveled ghost in a torn down palace of his own making. Wanna talk about regret? Yeesh.

He's let literally everything slide, including the enforcement of his borders in relation to the missing Wall, posing a threat to the Fae and humans, and the reason Rhys is there.

In a way, it's satisfying to see Tamlin the Tool swimming in his own regret and buried in the shattered rubble of his pride, but it's also intriguing. I almost want a book describing and guiding us through that descent after the following of ACOWAR. Yeah, it would be depressing as shit, but oh my Gods it would be interesting to read all of those raw emotions.

It's obvious we'll see more of him in future books, since the Wall issue will probably be a huge plot point in future books and he's still a major character. But I want to know one thing: what will ultimately happen to him?

I ask that because of one of the last things he said in this book, and that was: “Do you think she will forgive me?”

There's that glimmer of the regret that his pride will allow him to reveal, even to Rhys, that made me curious as to what would happen to him in the future. He seems willing to just waste away into nothing with nobody by his side. Not that I think he deserves Feyre's forgiveness, but I think there's still growth in Tamlin yet, and I can't tell you what kind I think that is. It's up to SJM now.

Now that I've finished this review that's about as long as the book itself, I overall give A Court of Frost and Starlight:

⭐⭐⭐⭐

Technically 3.5 stars

I think it was a solid bridge that was necessary for this book series as it continues into further books. It's not perfect, and I think with some stronger analytical thinking it's clear that there were quite a few things in here that weren't pointless. It drives the characters forward, and I think if you also read the Acknowledgments section at the end you will see that SJM did struggle while writing some of this. It could have been a little shorter and cleaner, but it was good to read about the growth of some of these characters and where they are in relation to the next book. There's still more to come people, whatever you're waiting to read about, it will likely come in the next couple of books.

If you're the type of person who likes to really read more into characters without necessarily focusing on a mid-to-heavy action based plot, then this will appeal to you. If you don't like that, here are a few of the important things you need to know going into the next book:

Feyre and Rhysand are trying for a child, Rhysand bought Feyre a huge estate, Netsa is a mess and Cassian has been low-key stalking- I mean keeping an eye on her, Tamlin is a mess, no Elain is still not speaking to Lucien, the Illyrians are probably going to start a rebellion, borders aren't being enforced, Morrigan thinks some shady shit is still out there, and Feyre started a painting non-profit.

There you go, you're good for the next book.

And as for the first point, yes, there is a pretty sexy scene in there, it's on Chapter 22. You're welcome. Some people didn't like it, but I thought it was okay.

Look for the next review coming up I don't know when. Currently I am reading A Clockwork Orange and Throne of Glass.

Have a good one!      

Friday, February 23, 2018

REVIEW Pagan Portals - Odin: Meeting the Norse Allfather by Morgan Daimler

Pagan Portals - Odin: Meeting the Norse Allfather by Morgan Daimler
Published by Moon Books
Non-fiction / Spirituality and Religion
Release Date: March 30, 2018



Thank you to NetGalley for providing me an e-reader copy of this book for me to review!

This is a good beginner's guide to understanding the basics of Odin worship.  Anyone, Pagan, Heathen, scholar, or not, would find something useful in this book about the All-Father.  It's brief but still informative if you're looking for a quick know-all prior to more detailed research and practice.  The style was clear and easy to understand aside from a handful of sentences that were confusing.

The last quarter of the book was about current practice for Odin worship, based on the author's research and experiences with the deity herself.  This includes poetry, ideas for offerings, and modern rune practices.  This was, to me, the best part of the book.  She gave an incredible insight into modern Pagan worship and the relationships we form with our deities.

On some more detailed notes, some of the wording throughout the book was repetitive, particularly with the word "complex".  Understandably, this deity (and general Norse mythology) has many branches, family members, and interpretations.  It only slightly threw me off of what I was reading, constantly wondering how it was complex, and of course, never finding out how complex it actually was because the book can only be so long.

Additionally, there were several instances where I questioned, the credibility of the author to write this book.  While no one expects the writer of a beginner's guide to be a wholesome expert, I would imagine the author would have done enough research so that they don't have to write such sentences as "I've also heard X, but I can't remember the source at the moment" or "I'm not an expert in X, so you're going to need to do further research to learn more".  Such sentences could have been omitted, or been thoroughly more researched to provide a reliable source, or even replaced with a statement like "This resource says X, but in contrast, this source says X".  While I don't doubt the research and experiences the author has had and done were extensive, I expected something done with a little more professional finesse.

That aside, the information that was more researched was in-depth and interesting to read about.  Daimler put in all of the information that was essential to know about Odin, and didn't make it seem boring.


Overall, I give this book:

⭐⭐⭐

I would recommend it to a friend who was merely interested in learning menial Odin worship, but wouldn't recommend it for much else.

Thanks for reading!

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

National Novel Writing Month: Day 1

(I chose this one for a reason)


Ahoy mateys!  It's been a little while, yes, yes, it certainly has (no idea where that came from).

Like every year since 2014, I am partaking in National Novel Writing Month.  2015 was my shining year when was I was finally able to call myself a winner (and I bought the winner's shirt to reward myself).  Last year, not so much.  I started off and maintained a word count that had me ahead by about 5 days, but the worry of job hunting and starting a new relationship put it on hold.

If you read my last post on my story of winning NaNo in 2015, you know that one of my tactics is 'No Excuses'.  That's the most true statement when it comes to finishing NaNoWriMo.  Do I follow it?  I obviously didn't last year.

However, this year I'm approaching NaNo differently.  I'll go over some of my tactics this year as I go through the journey of trying to accomplish my mission this year.  Don't expect a new blog post every day.  Jeez, don't you know it's wrong to spoil your children?  But every now and then I will post about something I tried this year and whether or not it's working out for me.

Day 1 has concluded with 2,033 words written.  I probably could have written more, but, to be completely honest, work today was not my favorite, and I just didn't feel like writing more.  Don't get me wrong, I'm already ahead of my daily word count, I woke up early and wrote, I wrote a tiny bit at work, and I even wrote a little bit while in the waiting room to see my psychiatrist.  2,033 words on the first day is pretty good.  Last year was similar.  Looking at the stats from last year, though, at the end of week 1, I had over 24,000 words written.  My word count was technically supposed to be at 10,000 words.  So where did it all come from?

During the first week of NaNoWriMo I like to write in sprints.  I have the most energy to write at the beginning of a writing challenge, as I think most people do.  I try to write as much as I possibly can in as short a time span as I can so that further down the line when I reach days when I don't have time or energy to write, I'm not horribly behind.  I may even be able to take a day off if I needed it.  In all truth and reality, what I end up getting on the page is probably worse than the first draft of a tropey YA novel, but word vomit that gets you further than you should be during the first week is better than having 6 days to write 15,000 words due to a concussion you got by putting on a sock (it happens).

You want to be careful not to burn yourself out too much.  I tend to get sick of what I'm writing pretty quickly, especially if I've been obsessing over it for the past month prior to when I'm supposed to start.  But getting in a huge word count in during the first week will allow you a day or two to refresh yourself and your creativity to get back into writing it again.

Will I be able to pull off over 24,000 words in the first week like last year?  No, absolutely not.  Why?  I had no life last November.  I was a recent college grad whose summer and weekend job had just ended for the season, and I spent my days crying over the possibility that I wouldn't have a full time job by the time my parents' health insurance ended, ultimately feeling like I would be a failure and low-life nothing in their eyes and in mine.  It's just dandy being a millenial with depression and a generalized anxiety disorder. 👍  The only great thing was that I was writing, forgetting my woes and troubles by studying Victorian culture, and finally dating again.  Oh, and my favorite author emailed me back the day before NaNo started giving me advice on how to battle writer's block.  That was nice.

In the end, sprint writing has helped me during NaNo.  There is no doubt I'll feel burnt out by the end of next week, but I'll know that I will have a short blanket of time to recover without worrying too much about how far I'll get behind.

Has sprint writing ever helped you guys?  Let me know down in the comments how you like to spend the first week of NaNoWriMo!

Also, I have created an Author Page on Facebook!  Feel free to check it out and give it a like!
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Monday, August 14, 2017

Pippa and the Great Clock of Candle

Here is a little snippet of my current middle grade fantasy steampunk novel.  The title of it is called Pippa and the Great Clock of Candle.  Everything written here belongs to me.  Thanks!


The Great Clock gonged the hour of 9 am, rattling the City of Candle alive with the scream of steam and the tics of machinery. Everything was open now. Every business threw open their doors and windows, bringing their carts round the front, showcasing their fine work. The streets started to fill as the city began its day by going about its routine. Made possible by the fine, elderly, 1,000 foot hovering clock tower above them that reigned omnipotent punctuality over the lives of the city-folk.

It was Pippa Cogsmith's favorite time of the day, aside from noon that pounded the lunch break, the six o'clock hour that clanged closing time, and the 9 o'clock hour that donged the lights out, in which all gaslights throughout the city were dimmed to nothing, as if by magic upon the clock's command. It never stopped folks from living past the dark hour, though. Pippa often stayed up late with candle nubs, and watched the city outside dance under the stars, candle-lights glowing and forming shadows behind lace curtains. Music and singing filled the tavern down the road, and it flitted into Pippa's and her sister's room. She would drift to sleep listening to it, until she was woken by the 6 am pounding of the Great Clock tower, encouraging the city to wake. And the day would begin again, and Pippa would rush out into the raggedy brick laid roads, having bet her father that she could make it to the ground docks before him.



I hope to continue writing more of this.  Leave a comment below if you'd like!  Thanks for reading!

Sunday, January 15, 2017

31 Days of Prompt Writing: Day 6

This was a funny one to write!  I thought it was hysterical when I fully realized what I would have to write about.

Here is the prompt:
XD  The last show I watched was the 2005 Casanova mini-series with David Tennant, Peter O'Toole, Rose Byrne, and Laura Fraser.  It's on Netflix if you want to give it a watch.  It's pretty good. 

When time and mysterious circumstances conspired together, fate somehow landed me in a space shuttle with none other than the notorious seducer himself.
Casanova.
Three months in the middle of space with him.
….
He didn't survive the trip.
Quite unfortunate, really. I'm afraid I can't say what happened.
What I can say is, he had three strikes

This is fictional of course.  It's short, but that was literally all I had to say about it.  I think it would be interesting to really write a long version of this prompt, but I like how this turned out.

Please comment, give feedback, and share!

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

31 Days of Prompt Writing: Day 5

 Hi everyone!  Here is Day 5's writing prompt: 
I found the prompt on Pinterest.  This gave me a lot of inspiration!  And I'm interested to see if I can keep working on this!

OSIRIS/ORPHEUS

My gentleman of midnight stars and crescent moons. Galaxies swam in his eyes underneath the slits in his ivory moon mask. I could see new worlds within them. Speckled starbursts of violet, sapphire, and gold swirled like liquid gems in his irises. From a distance, his eyes were opalescent when they gazed on me as I called his name.
I seemed to float when I ran, as one does when they dream, clothed in a rosewood cotton dress. Despite the thin boning down the bodice and the laces tied tightly against my back, I could breathe as cleanly as though I wore nothing at all. The long skirt didn't tangle around my legs, it floated no higher than my shins as a I rushed to him, his arms outstretched, then folding around me as he pulled me into him. His long spider-like fingers tangled themselves into the web of my brown bed-head messy hair, chuckling as he stroked it and mussed it up.
He smelled like nightfall; like two glasses of cabernet, musky cologne, dewy pine trees, and untamed secrets whispered in your ear.
He was covered from head to toe in darkness. His suit glowed from navy to black like a raven's wings, and his leather gloves made his touch seem like soft moonlight on my body. And his skin...I wasn't sure you could call it skin. He was obsidian silk under my clean fingers. He would seem to have no features if it weren't for his mouth holding all which could pleasure ears with a sweet tenor voice, and pleasure skin with tender lips. He had everything else that would make up a handsome face. If only you could see it against the galactic backdrop of my dream.
He was there in every single one. The darkness comforting and the swirls of color surrounding us as he caressed my hand in his and took me skipping across planets and moons and stars.
He, himself, was a dream. Gentle and soft, adventurous and brave and charming, with the humor of a trickster in the night. He was...perfect. So perfect, in only a dream could he exist; blinking in stardust, waltzing on auroras, kissing me in the shadows.
Could dreams be waking life and waking life be dreams as long as it meant he was real?

It felt like my skin was melting. My cotton dress singed and fell away at the sleeves. It blistered my arms and shoulders. I couldn't breathe. Smoke and ash stormed into my mouth and filled my lungs; the boning of my bodice dug into stomach and chest, and the lacing was so tight it crushed my rib cage. My body revolted, forcing me to hack until my throat was raw. I couldn't feel the bottom of my feet against the burning molten rock.
Fire...fire and darkness. Not like the darkness that surrounds me in my dreams. No, this darkness was thick, and so black I didn't dare believe there was anything beyond it. It weighed heavily in the air like a suffocating blanket. The only light was the burning flames, scorching the air and the sky all around her.
It was fire and blackness sometimes. Sometimes it was a dense forest in the dead, haunted hours of the night. It was a countless many things that fed on the silence and shadows. It fed on my fears.
And he'd be there.
The ground felt like lava under my feet, the scalding heat shooting through my toes and heels.
Run.
Running was the only thing I could do. At least I didn't feel the burning as much when I ran, but it made breathing even harder to manage.
Fragments of rock in my path tripped me. They broke my toenails and scraped my legs and knees on impact.
And then I would see him out of the corner of my eye. I'd whisk my head to and fro. My heart pounded in my chest like looming drums counting down to my end. Was I running away from him, or running to him? In the fiery depths of my prison, who could tell?
Sweat rolled down my forehead, my neck, and my back. It made my skin glisten in the heat, and my dress cling to my body.
I coughed some more.
Where was he?
When would I wake up?
Then he was there.
My heart stopped. I rose my chin slowly, following the navy and black silk pant legs that stood right in front of me all the way up to the face looming above me.
Tornadoes of wrath and horrible mischief whirled in the eyes underneath the skull mask he wore. My stomach lurched at this phantom so close to me; in distance and emotion.
He knew all my secrets. He knew where I was every second when I was awake and asleep. He knew what my lips tasted like and how soft my hands were. He knew everything about me. He remembered everything about me...but he didn't remember himself.
He was my gentleman who created universes for me in my dreams. And he was the specter that stalked and tormented me in my nightmares.

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