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31 October 2011 @ 10:22 pm
Oddly enough, this has a been a little strange in how all the literature I am craving now is bad romance novels. Like super bad. Where all the endings are some variation of "We'll never be apart now, my love," or "Yes, my love." The kind where the sex scenes are more vital and pivotal than the parent scenes and the lets-really-get-to-know-each-other scenes. It terrifies me. I don't want to sit down and read something heavy and deep like Blood Red Road (yes, dear Reader, the thing is still sitting on my shelf, unread). I want to read something FLUFFY. 

And I have nothing. I have read all my romance novels at least twice. I have no more. :( 

Although, I have to admit. Some of those bad romance (oh, they're Harlequin or Mills&Boon so you get the idea) are actually pretty well written. Some are funny and some should be burned. BURNED. 

I can't even get through A Storm of Swords. I have picked up and put down the book at least ten times in the last week and I just want to get it done with. I get so frustrated with it sometimes. Dear Reader, I apologize for your having to put up with a distracted writer with the attention span of your average two year old. I literally have not read anything substantial in the past couple of weeks. Not good. I have nothing to review for you! 

In other news, National Novel Writing Month is starting in two days! (well, three if you're in the States or anything further than England). I am, personally, psyched. Okay, I don't sound it but I am so scared that I am going to tank it as well. Oh, YEAH. I was going to share with you guys! Well, just so you know, Oisin and I are going to be writing a novel (splitting the wordcount in half) with the lovely QueenofLD (onNaNo)! Who is one of my critique partners and all around favourite people. 

Oh yeah, Oisin is my laptop. It's his new name. His full name is Oisin the Songsinger. Please excuse the slight infatuation with all things Irish. It's beginning to seep into my life, this unhealthy obsession with the people from Erin go Bragh. SORRY, I actually Wiki-ed that. MOVINGON. I've got major exams in a couple of weeks (so major that, if I fail, I don't leave high school). So splitting the wordcount and co-writing a novel seemed like a smart and fun thing to do. 

SO, I don't know if I have permission to share this but I will anyway! Let me tell you, we started out planning this novel to be something lighthearted and fluffy. Somehow, (as is always the case with me) it turned out to have horns, a pitchfork and a damn inkling of wanting to be related to George R.R. Martin's books. It became complex, replete with hard to pronounce names and odd names and two elements at war (no, really). It started out like a fun thing and somehow it escalated into probably one of the most detailed things I've ever written. AND IT WAS SO MUCH FUN! 

Synopsis: 


One hundred generations have passed since the gods last walked the earth. One hundred eons since the disastrous war with an unnamed shadow and the death of Domhan, the earth goddess Now, blessed by the gods of fire and ice, dancers take to their sacred rituals to prevent the death of their world. Only now, someone is murdering them, starting with Azra Ja’ai’s family. As the of dancers numbers dwindle, so does their power over the earth.

After a disastorous Winter Solstice, and the day of her arranged marriage, Claire Aureal and Azra find themselves caught in between a political war and a battle with a monster everyone's thought to be dead. Now, it's either they find a way to save themselves and their kingdoms, or a thousand dancers die. And so will their world.


It feels RIGHT though. We planned it for about three weeks and it was a good three weeks. I know a lot of people just can't do NaNo, whether due to a different creative process or prejudices but I feel like NaNo is something everyone can do. It's not like skydiving or rockclimbing which (I guess) requires a certain amount of training. 

Note: I started this on Saturday. It's Monday and I'm STILL not done. 

So, the thing about NaNo is that it really pushes you. I'm the kind of person who is fiercely competitive and once challenged, you had best step back or someone will get hurt. I will not hesitate to crush you. :) With a smile like that one. Anyway, I love NaNo because of the atmosphere it gives me - that I'm an actual writer, not a fake or imaginary one. I feel like a real writer. Plus, you know, I love me them web badges :) 

To celebrate NaNoWriMo, I am going to post every week end (probably Friday) the stats and just how insane it has driven me so far and my picture will always be Wonderwoman. Gotta keep up the energy! So, good luck to whoever's joining the fray! Whoever isn't, it's okay! :) There's next year! Or even non-November WriMos! 

KEEP ROLLING! 

And most of all...

 
 
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samanthacheh
09 October 2011 @ 03:50 am


Hunting Lila by Sarah Alderson 

Summary

17-year-old Lila has two secrets she's prepared to take to the grave. The first is that she can move things just by looking at them. The second is that she's been in love with her brother's best friend, Alex, since forever. Or thereabouts.After a mugging on the streets of South London goes horribly wrong and exposes her unique ability, Lila decides to run to the only people she can trust - her brother and Alex. They live in Southern California where they work for a secret organisation called The Unit, and Lila discovers that the two of them are hunting down the men who murdered her mother five years before. And that they've found them. Trying to uncover the truth of why her mother was killed, and the real remit of The Unit, Lila becomes a pawn in a dangerous game. Struggling to keep her secrets in a world where nothing and no one is quite as they seem, Lila quickly realises that she is not alone - there are others out there just like her - people with special powers -and her mother's killer is one of them...

Okay, guys, I literally finished this book in three hours. Which included toilet breaks and moments of contemplation. It is SO FAST. I was shocked at how speedy the plot went by and sometimes it was a bad thing - I didn't believe some of the turnovers (SPOILER) and frankly, Lila's acceptance of her brother's 'secret spy life' was a bit iffy. But I liked it. It's quick, fast and so steeped in YA goodies that I might have diabetes. I like how young and fresh it is - not the plot. A bit of a combination of overused plot lines but Alderson made it cool in her own right. I like how Lila, while she does have that head over heels in love thing going on, she thinks. Not just "ohmy he's infallible, he will never ever love me (but you know he will) and he is so strroonnggg!" but maybe a bit more - I dunno. 

This book gets points for not being insta-love (as my dear friend need_tea would put it) but for being 'in love with brother's friend' which is a romantic plotline that always makes me smile. If only I had an older brother...

I do, however, dislike how the romance is sometimes portrayed. I hate it when author's resort to writing how their character can't live without this and this person. I get the drama of it all and how it makes girls swoon (I put my hand up - it made me swoon) but the effect of it can really only last so long. I dislike how Lila is always talking about his body - but Alderson redeems it by putting the reason for her loving him (i.e. he's always there for her) clear cut so I can accept that. 

To be frank, if you're looking for something dark and life-devastating, HUNTING LILA would fail you on all counts and leave you hanging. This is something you'd read on a couch in a couple of hours, bite your nails out about in some parts, swoon in others and generally like. Not THE DARK KNIGHT like. More PRINCESS DIARIES like. 

The twists in this thing! They were honestly good. Plotlines have a tendency of being a bit predictable, no matter how hard an author tries to cover it up. Read a couple hundred books and you'll start seeing patterns. Alderson's initial was pretty visible but the twist nearing the end (by the way, serious issue about prioritizing at points) was something I really liked. And she was brilliant at how she used every single detail to bring the story together in a JKRowling-esque sort of fashion. Nothing was overused, nothing was left hanging. Brilliant story telling and if a bit cheesy. But it's a YA romance, I think it's allowed. :) Think ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS meets THE HUNGER GAMES meets THE TIGER'S CURSE. It's like a bullet train covered in sparkly glitter and with an axe murderer somewhere on board..

Recommended for a quick, cutesy, sometimes-serious-but-not-seriously read. 

(Just a side note: It's so cool that Sarah Alderson lives in Bali after abandoning her job and taking her hubby and daughter along. It's so cool! Plus she's really pretty.)

LALALALA. I think I need to do a NaNo post. 

 
 
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samanthacheh
19 September 2011 @ 12:31 am


The Daughter of Siena by Marina Fiorato 

Summary
  Amid the intrigue and danger of 18th-century Italy, a young woman becomes embroiled in romance and treachery with a rider in the Palio, the breathtaking horse race set in Siena....
  It's 1729, and the Palio, a white-knuckle horse race, is soon to be held in the heart of the peerless Tuscan city of Siena. But the beauty and pageantry masks the deadly rivalry that exists among the city's districts. Each ward, represented by an animal symbol, puts forth a rider to claim the winner's banner, but the contest turns citizens into tribes and men into beasts--and beautiful, headstrong, young Pia Tolomei is in love with a rider of an opposing ward, an outsider who threatens the shaky balance of intrigue and influence that rules the land.

This was absolutely lush. I've always had a thing for Renaissance Italy - I was welcomed into the world by the lovely Sarah Dunant and her book The Birth of Venus - wait, no, it was one of Dan Brown's books. But whatever. Suffice to say, Renaissance Italy would have been a wonderful place to visit. Never to live. I think any one of us 21st century girls would simply die if we had to live there. It's a cruel place to be a woman in, where we have no choice and I thought Fiorato did a lovely job painting that picture out for me. 

It's not your typical Renaissance novel - well, not as typical as you would expect. I think classically, when we think about novels set in Renaissance Italy, a lot of it would be set against a backdrop of Medici Florence or conservative Venice (who'da thunk, right?) and it's about a girl who has been married off and she falls in love - usually with someone not her husband. 

The Daughter of Siena plays true to that tune but I don't know, Fiorato brings something else to it. It's not sensual like how Sarah Dunant would have made it nor is it as blunt as Sarah Poole would be. I thought the novel was a lot quieter and the sense I got was it was so damn emotional. There wasn't the raging lust you see in most historical novels. IN FACT, one of the strengths of the book; the fact that the romance was truly, really, REALLY REALLY a romance. 

No brisk into bed sweeping or some sweet awakening - the closest thing they ever came to in the novel was them kissing and in way, it was kind of naive and silly and childish but Fiorato managed to somehow take it and make it believeable. believed Pia was that pure and she truly loved her rider (Riccardo) and the whole chivalry love thing? It exists here. 

And again, Fiorato makes it extraordinary in how she makes that cheesy sense of chivalry and nonsense into something I can really believe in. She turned something that would have been DESTINED for Mozarellaland and made it into savory shepard's pie! (sorry for the food analogy; I'm hungry)

It was insane. Prose is flawless though she has a tendency for lengthy elaborate descriptions but it was okay for this one - she really gives you a sense of 18th century Palio history. And I didn't like how she had tied in Dante's Divine Comedy and Arthurian Legend into it. It felt awkward at times and the plot wasn't as tight as it could have been. That 'intrigue' wasn't as carefully wrought as it could have been. 

Yet the writer made me love the characters and hate the villains. Not Pillars of the Earth hate but close enough. I wanted to leap at some parts and I truly cried at other parts (please ignore the fact that I cry easily - at the drop of a hat really). Usually, I would rant about how unfeminine the girl was but again, she worked magic and she made Pia into someone who wasn't necessarily the bravest or most unorthodox - like so many Italian Renaissance girls are wont to be now. You could tell Pia chafed in her restricted class etiquette behaviour but also how hard that mindset was drilled into her. 

All in all, beautiful piece of work. It wasn't perfect but it was something I think a lot of us hopeless romantics will love. It makes you believe in chivalric love. If I had to use one word to describe this novel, it would be chivalric. And not in the cheesy sense .

GO! Read it! Maybe I'll review JULIET though I read that like, eight months ago. :) 

Cheers! 

 
 
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samanthacheh
13 August 2011 @ 01:33 am
HELLOALL! I couldn't write my novel. So I decided to write a short story. Right, I did this so I could win books for the Merry Sisters of Fate Watcher Prompt contest! Unholiness but I don't really care. I honestly don't know where this came from but it was filled with impatience and a sort of intense love for nutcases.

I identify well with them.

The prompt was "Meeting on the Turret Stairs" by Frederic Burton (picture below).

Enjoy!

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Madness


Eighty steps to the tower.

***

Jeannette had never been like the other court ladies. Her hair tumbled down in a fire fall of red and gold, always hastily tucked into a braid of tangles and knots. It became knotted when she zipped about the room, running from one canvas to the next, three or five or eight paintbrushes in her hands, face splattered with rainbows. She was a ball of chaotic energy, pouring out all that chaos into paintings and ideas and sketches that filled the room.

Most people said she was mad.

Merrick grimaced as he trudged up one step at a time in heavy armor, the metal pieces clinking together like the eight wind-chimes that hang about the vast interior of the tower, almost as musical. Jeanette had spent three days combing the city for glass and metal pieces, for porcelain and china and shells; three days missing from court and three days Merrick had spent searching for her frantically while imagining her impaled on the knives of thieves that saw the shine and gleam of her dress and bangles.

Jeanette was the sort of person who would walk right out of the secure walls of the palace into the fetid and spitting mess that was the city. She did not know of the squatters or the slums that made up the city, of how the poor gnashed their teeth together and chewed on dirt and scant grass to make themselves pretend better that they weren’t starving.

She would walk right out into the sunshine where she would be as bright as a phoenix and sparkling like a Demedian diamond and into the hands of leprous monsters, all waiting for a chance to tear at her gilded exterior.

Instead, he had found her with her hair coated in layers of mud and sludge, face powdered with soot and dust, squatting amongst starved children, searching the grounds and garbage piles for broken things, the promise of food and gold shining in the eyes of the young starlings.

***

Fifty steps to the tower. I can hear her clanging about the tower, tossing brushes, knocking over busts and tearing apart beloved sketches. She destroys all her precious art, taking knives to the leathery canvases and scarring the painted walls with black paint that runs down like blood from a wound.

 

There was a madness to Jeannette...Collapse )

 


Go and visit the Merry Sisters of Fate's new web page! :) I'll see you on the flipside!
 
 
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Current Music: Kiss from a Rose - Angela Aki Japanese cover
 
 
samanthacheh
YAY! Maggie Stiefvater' (I'm persistent on calling her Steve-otter or Stiff-Vadar as I had when I first saw her name) has finally posted her stop motion trailer for THE SCORPIO RACES!! It's FANTASTIC! Let me enlighten you as to the nature of this novel:

The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater

It happens at the start of every November: the Scorpio Races. Riders attempt to keep hold of their water horses long enough to make it to the finish line. Some riders live. Others die.

At age nineteen, Sean Kendrick is the returning champion. He is a young man of few words, and if he has any fears, he keeps them buried deep, where no one else can see them.

Puck Connolly is different. She never meant to ride in the Scorpio Races. But fate hasn’t given her much of a chance. So she enters the competition — the first girl ever to do so. She is in no way prepared for what is going to happen.


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It's upsetting that this only comes out in October. :'(

So, watch the trailer! It's AMAZING! Go to her blog here to read about the contest! And what she did about the trailer! Then join the contest!


 
 
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samanthacheh
20 July 2011 @ 02:20 pm
This is dedicated to my dear friend, Iman's father. He passed away on the 17th of July, 2011, at 2.00 a.m. at age 67. He was a great man who I was incredibly blessed to call someone I knew. He fought the school board for us netball players and always knew that something academic couldn't always satisfy us teenagers. He was a sweet guy with a soft spot for his only daughter and incredibly patient. Thanks for everything, Uncle! See you soon!

After This

After this,
we’ll pick up the hats and the broken pieces of glass,

Snatch up the final remnants of memory,
strewn about the floor in a mess,
after the celebration.

After this, we’ll place them in the sink,
tell ourselves we’ll get to it
later,
after,
never,
Then we’ll sit about the round table and look at each other,
more sorrow than celebration in our eyes.

After this,
one of us will say something and then none of us will say anything,
Because to say something would be the same as making this all real,
making the fact that a little chunk,
or maybe a large iceberg
or maybe even half
or maybe not a single piece,
Of our world,
your world,
her world,
their world,
has broken off and crumbled into the void.

After this,
we’ll all rise from our chairs and say goodbye,
To the each other and to the shadows and the ghosts haunting the halls of the house,
But only each other will leave us.

After this, the music stops,
the last drop falls from your lips as you sing your death song and
after this, there’s no more memory,
The world keeps moving,
the stars keep shining as if they hadn’t been ripped from the skies once before
and the sun rises with the dawn.
As if nothing has changed
and our worlds haven’t collapsed for now.

After this, we’ll stand up and leave this place,
leave this place of sadness and this place of past joys,

After this, we’ll burn bridges so our hearts won’t cross
and fall into the hole someone punched into the middle of it the moment you breathed your last.

After this,
we’ll put down our guitars,
tuck away our piano keys
and pick up our lives,
Put them back on and go on with more after this.

Cheers!
 
 
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samanthacheh
I got onto the Let The Words Flow website and saw Sammy Bina's blogpost on the end of Harry Potter. I started writing a comment and in the end, it became too long and I had to do a blog post on it myself. There's so much I think I need to say but even with being a writer, I can't put it into words. So, this is a pretty somber post and I probably will come off
a bit vague.


I remember being one of the late ones to meet Harry Potter. I was (you are allowed to laugh) obsessed with Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen and had that dogma of girl-ology as my creed. I didn't want anything to do with boys - and stuff my older sister liked, including Harry Potter. So it looked as if we weren't meant to be. Then, I preferred girl books and books aimed at girls and so, Harry's world held no appeal.

Then the movie came out. Since forever, I've always been a lot more appreciative of visual stuff rather than books and the like. But when I saw Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, I was hooked. I was drunk on the magic, I desperately wanted a snowy white owl (or any owl) and a broom to play Quidditch and I wanted to be special. So, I went home, picked up the first boook -

- and I hated it. It was too wordy, not very funny and I didn't always understand. I tossed it aside and became a connoiseur of the movies.

But then Chamber of Secrets came out and not much made sense. I didn't want to read the book so I kept on. I remember cowering when the basilisk came out and being pulled into the story. I wanted MORE. But I didn't want to read the books. It's still pretty vague to me how I got hooked. I only remember picking up Azkaban because I couldn't stand not understanding anymore - and it was like magic.

It's no wonder the third book was always my favourite. It's tattered now, all torn and taped. But it's the book I read 12 times nonstop (and still rereading) and the book that got me to give The Philosopher's Stone and Chamber of Secrets a second chance. I think it has something to do with being older but I loved them. I was lucky because then, the third book and the fourth were out. And I just read and read and read. I know they made me want more than Mary Kate and Ashley - that was, probably, the first time I wanted fantasy books.

As the books became my best friends and the movies progressively bad, I was struck by how much I wanted to create a story. So thanks, Harry, for helping me be the writer I am today. Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for giving Harry to us. Harry did the impossible - he turned back my clock and gave me back my childhood. He brought back all the years I had spent trying to act grown-up and he made me the child I am today.


I can still remember lying in bed, turning that last page and reading those last words, "all was well," I burst out in tears. That was it. But I know that on Saturday, dressed in Hogwarts robes and sitting in that cinema, as those final words roll, I am going to bawl like a baby. As my friend Elizabeth has said, it's ten [seven, in my case] years of my life ending with a two hour movie.


 
I am not ashamed of this child that I am. The kid in me is full of wonder, rediscovering and unafraid of adventure - all because I know that Harry was brave. I wanted to be brave because Harry was brave, I wanted to be able to say I was afraid but I would do my best anyway. Harry was one of my friends and he saw me through everything; loneliness that we shared, a longing to be special and dreams of happiness. And in turn, I saw him through his death battles, his romances and his growing up. We grew up side by side, I only now realise.

This year is the year of the final Harry Potter movie - and it's my last year of high school. In a way, it's like I'm walking away from one childhood and into another one. And while Harry isn't going to continue to grow with me, it feels like he'll never leave, you know? 

I am determined one day, my kids are going to know The Boy Who Lived.

Cheers, Harry! It's been a great journey!

 
 
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samanthacheh



 

Stone Eagles
Part 1

I look over the ramparts, feeling the air currents ruffle through my feathers, understanding each wind and acknowledging their presence. They have been my friends for the longest of times. They guide my wings and lift my small body upwards with every gust, taking me soaring over heights most people could never imagine. It is good that you are light, little falcon, they tell me. Most birds we can only carry a few thousand feet. We only take eagles to the height you are now at.

I smiled at them, knowing that I was lucky. Before he died, Papa had told me that blood of the Soaring Ones ran through our veins. We had been blessed by the Holy Mother and we were gifted to be messengers of The Lord. We were born to be amongst the clouds. We had a service, he told me, to carry out for the kingdom. Our bodies were built for the kingdom and we must do our best for it. It is what we were made for. 

I nodded, knowing that he would want me to sacrifice my body for the kingdom. And I would. But I hoped, secretly, that it would never come to that. 

***
Papa died after the Assumption feast, a knife in his back...Collapse )
Hey all! So, I am back with another short story. This one I have literally been dying to write. Let them never say I was someone who was patient and constant throughout my work. So, here is part 1. Hope you've enjoyed it!

Cheers!
 
 
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samanthacheh
Remember the post before this? The one with the massive book list? Yeah, well, I finished two books! Namely ONE DAY and THE DAUGHTER OF SIENA. I promised before that I would probably do a book review on each of the books I read so, I am trying to slow myself down so I don't forget the details.



One Day by David Nicholls

Summary
‘I can imagine you at forty,’ she said, a hint of malice in her voice. ‘I can picture it right now.’
He smiled without opening his eyes. ‘Go on then.’
15th July 1988. Emma Morley and Dexter Mayhew meet for the first time on the night of their graduation. Tomorrow they must go their separate ways.
So where will they be on this one day next year? And the year after that? And every year which follows?
One Day is a funny/sad love story spanning twenty years, a book about growing up – how we change, how we stay the same...
Summary lifted from the author's website

Sue me, the whole reason why I picked up this book was because of the cover. I'm so sorry but I couldn't resist the story told by the front cover - or rather the movie poster one.



Don't you just want to know their story? I picked it up and, even if the premise did scare me a bit - no true-love-guarantee?? - I was determined that this wouldn't end up as an unfinished book as many of mine have turned out to be. I was honestly surprised and while I wasn't blown away like if I were reading a McKinley or a Quinn, this was definitely entertaining and sweet and sad and it made me think, mostly about the future.

Dexter is, in a word, a dickhead. No, really. But I love that about him. I also love that Nicholls didn't make Emma into a "oh, woe is me, I am an ugly, smart girl and I want the untouchable boy and he'll never see me". Nicholls really made Emma into a hard-assed 80's Brit girl who knows that she's worth something and she can go after anything. Well, that edge is softened so she wasn't annoying. Dexter is an idiotic sweetheart with his brain in pants but his heart in the right place. I felt so giddy just reading their interactions! I love how Em is sort of Dex's anchor - keeping him from sinking and skinny-dipping. Not really. I suspect she couldn't even if she tried.

Now that I think about it, this book made me think of AN EDUCATION. Both in the not-21st-century England when everything was just being born and individualism meant something. Nicholls painted a great picture of the era and as drab as it may sound at some parts - and I really do think it can be drab - how he told the story sort of made me want to live then too.

This was a purely character-driven story and it catches your attention, yanks it back if it ever wanders. Again, while I wasn't stunned into speechlessness, this book kept me until  the very last page. The characters were wonderfully thought up and the dynamics of their relationship was SOOO GOOOD that it still kind of weirds me out that a guy wrote this. Yeah, you would say, "erm, Nicholas Sparks, hello?" but this is nothing like it. It's happy, it's sad, it's heartbreaking, maddening and all the things that makes life such an odd thing. Nicholls managed to capture life - for real, not just a snapshot - in this one novel.

It kind of makes me scared of the future.

I didn't like how the characters tend to meander off topic incredibly easily but that's the appeal - that's exactly what the average human mind does too. So, I have not many complaints about this book. It was a WOWZA of a book but it was perfect and beautiful in its quiet, serene, not-quite suburbs personality. I would totally recommend this book to anyone who loves a imperfect romance and believable characters. It's an absolute gem.

GO! Watch the trailer! It's brilliant!


Next time: THE DAUGHTER OF SIENA by Marina Fiorato
 
 
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samanthacheh
19 June 2011 @ 12:38 am
It's come to my attention that this blog has been kind of quiet - some would say dead but let's be a bit optimistic here :) Many things have happened since the last time I wrote on this blog - which, if I remember correctly was heady sort of post on something Maggie Stiefvater and FOREVER related - and a great many things I wish to share about. Some of them being a recent trip to Canada which I wish I could outline now but clearly, cannot as it is 11.45 and I take forever to smash out a coherent blog post. So I'll do that later (maybe).

However, I am going to post about something I did in Canada. So, this is typical of me and a pretty funny story, if I do say so myself. So, I'm pretty sure that if you've been following my blog, you'll know about my complaints of bookstores here. For those of you who remain uninformed, I have a love-hate relationship with bookstores here in tiny Malaysia. In a nutshell, I scourged the shelves and could not, for the life of me, find a copy of THE MALTESE FALCON and when I went searching for the books in the Percy Jackson series, I found books 2, 4 and 5. ONLY. Nothing else. So, safe to say, I remain sceptical - a fact I need to remedy as, apparently, the bookstores are not that hopeless. Granted I don't have my hopes up too high. 

I'll rant about the reading habits of teenagers these days later. 

I got real excited about going to Canada for my elder sister's graduation - not really because she was graduating (although, congratulations, kar jie!) but really because the prospect of going to a real life North American bookstore thrilled me. I am such a geek for admitting this but I had actually planned to only bring two sets of clothes in a gigantic suitcase only so I could stuff my bag with new books. Luckily, I came to my senses - didn't keep me from trying because you know, I'm insane like that. So, my parents released me into the bookstore! Like an animal, so they said when they saw that I had a pile of books under one arm. Really. Five minutes into the visit and I already had three books. I was literally struggling to keep myself from sweeping the whole store into my bag. My dad was NOT pleased. But it turned out okay. 

Until the day we were leaving and I realised I had to carry all NINE books by hand - not to mention half those books were hardcovers and whichever books weren't hardcovers were unmercifully thick. I carried them in one of those weaved bags they use for shopping and by the time I got home, I had these lines on my shoulders that looked as if The Whip from Hell had taken me. 

All for the love of books. 

So, the list is: 

ONE DAY by David Nicholls - I am currently reading this and it is lovely, lovely, lovely, heartbreaking, funny, disheartening and all the things love is. It's great and I'm SO excited to see the movie. And I can't believe a guy wrote this. I don't mean to stereotype but I am amazed. This man is a genius. 

And don't you LOVE the cover? 



EON by Alison Goodman - I wanted to get EONA but I realized it was sequel and the thing with book sequels is that it's not like a movie sequel. You won't GET what's happening or it won't make absolute sense. And I've heard good things about this books (*nods at need_tea ). 



A CLASH OF KINGS  by George R. R. Martin - I had just finished A GAME OF THRONES and it was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant with stars and the moon and planets of weird vomit colors. I haven't read anything like it and while I didn't love it how I loved ROMANCING MR BRIDGERTON (I feel daft that my favourite book in the whole world is a romance novel but somehow, I just really, don't care) but it was great. I am SO looking forward to reading this. 



THE BARDS OF BONE PLAIN by Patricia A. McKillip - It's so difficult to find McKillip books here and I loved the cover for this. Is that a good enough reason? 



SPEAK by Laurie Halse Anderson - I have been DYING to reading this. After the whole issue with it, I went to look about it and I felt drawn to it. Sort of how I was drawn to John Green's LOOKING FOR ALASKA. Expectations are high; hope I'm not disappointed. 



BLOOD RED ROAD by Moira Young - THIS I was super surprised to find. I thought it hadn't been released yet. Clearly I was wrong. The premise totally leaped out at me. So excited to read it. 



FINNIKAN OF THE ROCK by Melina Marchetta - I follow Let The Word Flow - as should you, if you're a writer - and hearing (well, reading) Vanessa rave about this book got me on it. Personally, the part about 'sacrificing a pound of flesh' got me. Sorry, morbid as it is. It sounds cool and I'm waiting on this. 



THE LOOKING GLASS WARS by Frank Beddor - Okay, never been a great fan of ALICE IN WONDERLAND (especially not after the Tim Burton movie or the rather disturbing Disney one) but I love retellings and I loved the sketches and drawings Beddor did were amazing! It's got Star Wars looking guns! Yay! 



THE DAUGHTER OF SIENA by Marina Fiorato - I saw this book on Amazon but I wasn't truly dragged on it until it was brought up by need_tea . I love the Palio and I love Renaissance Italy. So this was perfect. The plot sounds wonderful and this is something I want to jump on. (BTW, Krystle, we NEED to discuss this book later). 



So, that's what I lugged home. Really, I have eleven books - two romance novels I bought and read within a day each and left with my older sister who will (hopefully) bring them home. Oh, I bought everything at Indigo, by the way. This massive bookstore in the Eaton Centre in downtown Toronto - then my sister's friend's boyfriend told me there was this even BIGGER one closer to my hotel and I just died. I found out like a few days before my departure. *headbang* Oh well. 

You know, this post was supposed to be meaningful. I'll leave that for later. I need to process it anyway. I was thinking of reviewing the books above later because I need something else to do with this blog or it'll just die again. So, yeah. It'll be sporadic but keep your eye of for it! 
 
 
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