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Book Review | The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

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Title: A Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue
Author: Mackenzi Lee
Publication Date: 2017
Length: 513 pages
Genre: Adventure, Fantasy, Historical, LGBT, Mystery, Romance
TW: Violence, blood, serious injury, murder, body horror, corpse, skulls, bones, abduction, hostage situation, incarceration, threatened institutionalization, child abuse, medical procedure, needles, drugging someone against their will, seizures, lifechanging injury, alcohol consumption, smoking, mild sexual content, suicidal ideation, c-ptsd, sexism, racism, references to/mentions of slavery, slurs, homophobia, ableism

When I picked up this book, I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I mainly just noticed the quirky cover and thought, ‘I need to read some more reasonably current YA lit’ and, after a cursory glancing at the story blurb, picked it up from the used bookstore. It was another of those books that I nearly put back down- after all, I’ve got to big of a TBR stack (or box(es) rather) already and I’ll be honest in that YA just has never been my thing. No offence to the hordes of people who love it; it just wasn’t ever my thing. It only took about ten pages for me to start adjusting my thinking.

To quickly sum up the premise of the story, Monty (our upper-class English protagonist) has once again gotten into trouble and his behavior on his Grand Tour of Europe will be the deciding factor in his future. And so, what was originally meant to be a time of vice and frivolity with his best friend (and crush) Percy, turns into a dry chaperoned affair with his little sister in tow. It doesn’t stay dull for long, however, when Monty once again lands himself (and his companions) in trouble; trouble that will chase them across Europe from one danger to another.

Monty, if you can’t tell already, is thoroughly exhausting. He’s incredibly immature, constantly gets himself into hot water, and is a selfish, privileged ass. And I love him so much. He is so incredibly flawed, and somehow that’s endearing because he’s just as aware of it as the audience is and he’s trying to fix himself, no matter how slow the progress at times seems to be. It felt realistic though, in his constant slipping back into old ways of thought or action, because that’s the way progress is.

The author does a wonderful job, overall, of filling the story with rich complex characters- a diverse group of characters to boot. We’re presented with a bi protagonist, a poc main character (Percy), nuanced intelligent women (including our third main character Felicity), as well as representation for chronic illness (epilepsy) and possibly the ace community. All of the possibly connected issues are, thankfully, handled with care.

That’s not to say she never veered into stereotypes- using Monty as an example, he’s a flirt and almost perpetually a damsel-in-distress- though the first is at least partially a defense mechanism and there’s a textual reason behind Monty’s cowardice/inability to physically stand up to people. Thankfully, this issue doesn’t come up often, and is somewhat minimized by having a cast of characters that so often fly in the face of people’s expectations. The teenage rebellion is strong with this group, in a delightful way.

The best part about the story, beyond the characters, is the fact that it was just plain fun.  As previously stated, I often veer away from YA, partially because by the time I started reading it when I was younger, I ran into a lot of standard boy meets girl romance blahness, with not a lot of mystery or adventure to be seen. This story has it in spades- highwaymen, pirates, a mystery that must be solved… the adventure elements and the romance elements dance around each other wonderfully. Never too much of one or the other.

Not that the story wasn’t without flaws. The acknowledgement that, in this world, alchemy is a real thing, was very sudden, with little lead-up. I’d assumed I had assumed that it would be in the same sense of historical accuracy as the other various medical mentions (a la bleeding, or having a hole drilled in your head- and yes that was an actual medical procedure- thought thankfully not used in the book). So when the more fantastic elements of the story were introduced I was left feeling a little frustrated. Thankfully, my ability to suspend disbelief is fairly agile- if yours isn’t quite so, this part of the story may bug you a little.

Overall, however, I am so glad to have found this book. I’ve heard it’s the first in a series and I think I’ll be doing a little adventuring of my own soon, trying to hunt down a digital copy of the next book via my local library.

Book Review | A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

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Title: A Clockwork Orange
Author: Anthony Burgess
Original Publication Date: 1962
Length: 213 pages
Genre: Dystopian
TW: Um… by this is by no means exhaustive, cause this book is something else, but it certainly has- violence, murder, rape (both of age and of minors), torture- mind control, attempted suicide, blood, mental illness

To be honest, being at least partially familiar with the story already, I’m not certain what possessed me to pick it up. Perhaps it comes down to the fact that I love dystopian writing, and there’s a certain amount of masochism left over from grad school- the mentality of ‘the more difficult the text the better’. Plus, my best friend loves the book, so there had to be something to it. 

I may have underestimated it.

For those of you unfamiliar with the novel, or the movie adaption, A Clockwork Orange is essentially the story of a young hoodlum who, with his small gang, essentially terrorize the community (as, evidently teenagers are wont to do in this story)- stealing, murdering, raping…

It’s the murdering part that eventually gets Alex, our protagonist, a fourteen year stay in state prison, where he’ll be known only as a number, but is thankfully at least able to listen to his beloved Bach and Beethoven by running the stereo during Sunday Mass, assisting the chaplain. It is a few years into his stay that he hears about the Ludovico Technique- a therapy meant to end violent thoughts. The program and its effects on Alex leads us to the major theme in the book – can good or bad even exist without choice. 

This is a strange book to review. It makes for an interesting read if one can get past the violence, but that’s a feat. It’s split into three equal sections, the first of which is almost all composed of Alex raping and pillaging along with his ‘droogs’ (friends in Nasdat slang). The purpose of that first section is, ,of course,  to show us just how much of an (excuse my french) unforgivable bastard Alex is. It’s a necessary, but difficult to stomach, element. Without it, the second section, where he’s exposed to the government’s therapy (cough: brainwashing cough:), would fall flat. Still, I nearly stopped reading several times during that first section. 

What kept me reading, I think, was the strange charisma of Alex. He’s a horrible person, unrepentantly violent and manipulative, but he speaks with an intelligence that’s fascinating, even through the blur of Nasdat dialect. He narrates the story with a weird mixture of brutality and blandness- the violence bringing him joy in a very normal and everyday way. The only time we get any real rapture out of the narration is when it deals with music. 

Of course, as previously stated, we get all this via the Nasdat dialect, making sure the audience knows that they are getting the story completely through the filter of Alex’s mind. He is very much the storyteller and he (as well as the book’s language) never lets the reader forget that. 

It’s a headache. As soon as one opens to the first page there’s an onslaught of unknown words- Russian-derrived (britva and devotchka), rhyming slang (cutter & rozz), or childish (eggiwegg & baddiwad); enough to make you dizzy. It’s as fascinating as it is excessive (who really needs three slang words for ‘cup’), but the story wouldn’t be the same without it. It clings onto you, getting ‘stuck in the ol’ gulliver’ as our protagonist might say, which certainly makes for a weird experience. 

Still, as fascinating as the language and the protagonist are, if it weren’t for the moral questions the book raises I probably would have set it aside quickly. I wouldn’t have had the patience for Nasdat and Alex’s ‘ultraviolence’, otherwise. Questions about the nature of good and evil are never very far in that second and third section and are as relevant today as they were in the sixties. Unfortunately, at times I felt a little as if the ‘meaning’ of the book was a little too on-the-nose. I felt vaguely spoon-fed at times. Maybe part of this was due to the way that government officials felt overtly villainous- just as overdone as Alex, but in the opposite way. It was the cold, scientist-with-light-glinting-of-the-glasses evil, the stereotypical evil of authority, and it all felt a little much. 

All in all, A Clockwork Orange isn’t an easy book, and I’m not certain if I’d ever be able to recommend it to anybody. Nor, however, am I going to tell someone not to read it. It was certainly an experience, if nothing else, whether you choose to try that experience is up to you, ultimately. 

O my brothers (and sisters), personal choice is very horrorshow.

Book Review | Fairest by Gail Carson Levine

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Title: Fairest
Author: Gail Carson Levine
Publication Date: 2008
Length: 326 pages
Genre: Fantasy, Fairy-tale Rewrite, Middle reader
TW: Fatshaming, negative body image, serious injury- head injury, amputation, body horror, imprisonment, murder (attempted), suicide (attempted)

Fairest is the story of Aza, an innkeeper’s daughter who, while never having been considered beautiful, has a heart of gold and a voice that would be the envy of any Grammy winner, if her story was set in the modern world and not the fairy-tale kingdom of Ayortha. Through a twist of fate, she finds herself lady-in-waiting to the new queen, forced to use her voice for deceit and in prime position to watch as her country slowly falls apart under the queen’s ever-tightening rule. It’s when she finds the queen’s magic mirror and the queen’s mysterious advisor, however, that she realizes how far the queen will go to remain the fairest. Aza must step out of the shadows, and into the light, in order to save the land and the people that she loves. 

Often, I’ve ran into books that catch my interest quickly, pulling me along for the ride until something happens and I hit the proverbial potholes which make me either put the book aside completely or push myself through the rest of the story in hopes of improvement- often times ending up feeling like I’ve wasted a small bit of my life.

Fairest did the opposite. It failed to impress right away, for a few reasons, before slowly growing on me, making me so glad I didn’t decide to set the book aside too early. 

The thing that stands out the most is Levine’s world-building. The hallmark of a truly good fairy-tale reimagining, in my opinion, is the ability to put your own stamp on the world- to take it past the generic fairy-tale kingdom and give it a life and a culture. Levine did that with Ayortha, creating a land where the appreciation of beauty- and especially that in music- reigns over all, where people half-speak half-sing their conversations, like a piece of musical theater, where people gather around to sing when someone is ill, or injured, as other cultures might pray. Later, the underground world of gnomes is given a similar treatment, though not with as much attention paid to detail. Sadly, Queen Ivi’s home country of Kyrria is left a little blank. I think it would have been much more effective when portraying the antagonist if we had been given a bit more of her background- especially as part of the conflict comes from her being from a different culture. 

Another thing I very much enjoyed about the story is Aza’s relationship with Prince Ijori, the King’s nephew, and the love interest. I’ve been conditioned I think through years of bland princes to expect the same treatment in all fairytales- a character that has little in the way of actual opinions or thoughts. I was pleasantly surprised to find an actual person in Prince Ijori, a character that disagreed with the protagonist without being obnoxious and villainized, who seemed to have motivations of his own. Prince Ijori isn’t perfect, by any means, but that makes him more interesting in my opinion, and a good match for Aza, who has flaws of her own- being timid at times to a fault, her inability to speak up and tell the full truth at times gets her into trouble. The interactions between these two felt believable, failing to fall into romance stereotypes for the most part, and they’re well-paced, building throughout the story without the conflict or resolutions feeling tacked on.

Unfortunately, as previously stated, the story felt as if it started a little slow. We begin with Aza’s life in the inn and although it’s nice to get a good solid starting point for her character and story, the individual points in the chapters (especially in comparison to the rest of the book) feel unconnected and a little choppy, although in hindsight the various points all set up something of importance in the story. 

In addition, it is difficult at times to read the various sections where Aza laments her lack of beauty, or to see how people treat her because of that; the characters are often cruel- both intentionally and unintentionally. And for a good portion of the story, that element was never far away, it seemed, and I worried that the story was simply indulging in that particular fairy-tale (and girls-lit in general) trope. Thankfully, the story doesn’t just leave it at that. That self-same trope is later addressed and turned on its head. The preoccupation with beauty, when taken too far, acknowledged as the flaw that it is. Though it does take a while to get there, ultimately, Fairest, is about self-acceptance- realizing your self-worth despite what others may think of you

Book Review | The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

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Title: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Author: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Publication Date: originally 1892, republished in 1982
Length: 317 pages
Genre: Speculative fiction- mystery-detective, short stories
TW: Death-murder, Injury, violence, guns, dismemberment, drug use, period-normal sexism, racism, captivity, abuse-physical (mentioned), snakes

In the world of publishing, as with the world at large, there always seems to be much replacing- new editions with new covers and details and illustrations (if you are lucky enough to keep the illustrations in texts not meant for younger readers). All updates meant to keep the text inside fresh and new for audiences with ever-changing tastes. 

I’m admittedly a bit of a history nerd, though, especially regarding pop culture, so I consider myself very lucky to have found this version of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes– a facsimile of the original publication form 1892- complete with illustrations from Sidney Paget. 

Sherlock Holmes, at this point, has been depicted so many times- breathed back into life on stage and screen and radio- for over a century at this point. It’s interesting to be able to see the character through a similar lens as that of the original readers, to get a glimpse back at the original Victorian Holmes (who, incidentally, was never shown- in these twelve stories at least- wearing the infamous deerstalker). They make turn-of-the-century Britain come a little more alive. Well, for me at least- what can I say, I’m evidently a visual person.

I’d be remiss if I just continued on about the pictures though, since the stories are so good. There is, after all, a reason why we as a society, keep bringing back Holmes and Dr. Watson. The stories are fun. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle had a gift for concocting strange scenarios and people to present to his detective, whether that be a society paying redheads to sit and copy the encyclopedia by hand, a mysterious death following a strange whistling noise, or a controlling father with a thing for wild animals; nothing less would have kept Sherlock’s (or his readers) interest after all. I must admit that I’m fairly poor at actually deducing the who, what, and where of the mysteries myself, but the details are all there to put together as the story goes forward- something I can’t say about some other mysteries I’ve ran into. 

Additionally, they are thoroughly re-readable. I had, once before, read a few of the short stories from this text and despite being familiar with them, I was just as interested the second time around. Possibly moreso, to be honest, because now I could see all the parts come together- really see, as the story progressed, how ACD sewed the story (and Sherlock the case) together. 

There were, of course, a few things I could do without. Like much of the writing from the time period, the language was a little dry at times. In addition, the dialogue could vary from long- running paragraphs where the clients are telling their story, to a ping-pong game, words bouncing between characters with little room for physical directions or reactions to break things up. This isn’t always the case, and neither issues are overly distracting, but it is a stylistic element that was at times a bit of an annoyance. 

And, of course, it is a product of its time regarding some content- though I’ve definitely seen worse. It’s definitely kept down to a minimum here, which I appreciate, though you can still expect some negative stereotypes regarding the Romani, a bit of imperialism, and some patronizing attitudes regarding women. 

Overall, the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes is still very enjoyable, however, despite its flaws. There’s a wealth of depictions to choose from, regarding these famous characters, but all in all, the originals still stand the test of time.

Book Review | Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh by

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Title: Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh
Author: Robert C. O’Brien
Publication Date: 1971
Length: 249 pages
Genres: Animal story, science-fiction, children’s literature, fantasy
Awards: John Newbery Medal 1972
TW: Animal experimentation, captivity, serious illness- child, death, poisoning

So, I’m kind of dating myself here, but I remember a time before the Disney Renaissance. Not well, I mean I’m not that old, however that means that when I think of great animated films at the forefront of my mind, alongside Disney and Pixar and Dreamworks and Miyazaki, is Don Bluth.

Many of his creations stood out in the animated landscape of the 1980s and 1990s, but none possibly like The Secret of Nimh.

This, of course, isn’t a review of that film. The book predated it by about eleven years. It’s just that, considering the popularity of the movie, I find it strange and a little sad, that the book isn’t more well-known. Even being a bookwork, I wasn’t actually aware of the fact that the movie was based on a Newberry winner until I ran into this copy at a local thrift store. Now, this could be partially down to my childhood distaste for Newberry books (that’s a post for another day), however even in those times that I found myself perusing the Newberry devoted shelves at the bookstore I don’t recall seeing the book, and I think that’s something I would have noticed.

For those who aren’t aware, those who’ve never had the pleasure of being exposed to either the book or the movie, Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh is the story of a mother mouse who’s confronted with the threat of losing her home, and possibly child, to the farmer’s plow come spring. Her only hope comes in the form of her connections to a mysterious society of rats whose abilities set them apart from the rest of the animal world.

It’s an unusual story in many ways, and not without its flaws. The good definitely, in my opinion, outweighs the bad however. The story itself is interesting – definitely unusual in some ways, as one doesn’t often get the mixture of animal story and science fiction. The premise of an advanced society of rats was fun, and the odd bits and pieces of (child-friendly) philosophy was a surprising addition.

One of the best things about the story is the flow, I think. It’s very well paced, and put together, with the various elements of the story all syncing up nicely. There were only a few places, I felt, where the story dragged, and even fewer where it felt rushed. In addition, the story lacks the sort of moralizing that sometimes plagues children’s books, the outside voice-of-god narrator that stands over the reader to give commentary. There are effectively two narrative voices within the book, one first person and one third person limited, and both work well, neither drawing our attention out of the story.

There are, of course some issues. At times, the dialogue can feel a little stilted, with an over use of ‘oh, so-and-so’ phrases- the sort that I’ve found at times in older children’s literature. This seemed to have improved a ways into the book, but I’m not certain if that’s because it smoothed out that much, or because I just get used to the speech patterns. Either way, it wasn’t something that felt a hinderance to the story overall, though it was a little annoying when I was trying to read it out-loud.

Additionally, I will admit that the story, eventually, starts to lean a bit much on the story of the rats of Nimh. Their story ends up being around seventy pages out of two hundred and forty nine all said, and while it’s interesting enough- and Nicodemus works as a good narrator for this section- it did start to feel a little stretched eventually, and it made Mrs. Frisby’s part of the whole ordeal feel a little scant through the latter portion of the story, at least compared to the earlier parts of the book. The balance, through that section, felt a little off.

As a whole though the book was entertaining and kept me reading for a good day or so, even knowing the story beforehand.

Book Review | Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules by Jeff Kinney

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Title: Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules
Author: Jeff Kinney
Publication Date: 2008
Length: 217 pages
Genre: graphic novel, humor, diary fiction

TW: bullying (largely from the protagonist, though you could say he receives a fair bit from his older brother)

So, there are a lot of things that frustrate me as a teacher: grading papers, paperwork, staying late for meetings. The worst however, is the fact that the annoying kids in any sort of media, whether it’s movies, books, whatever, are no longer just annoying, but downright infuriating at times. Okay, so infuriating may seem a little strong, but deal with thrown pencils, cruel comments, and distraught students (a lot of times from said comments/behavior) for long enough and you’ll see what I mean.

A lot of people along the line forget or choose to ignore the fact that kids are jerks. I unfortunately do not have that luxury. Thus I have very mixed feelings about Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules.

Because wow. Yes, this story about a 7th grader dealing with everything, from parents trying to force sibling togetherness time to asshole big brothers who lock you in the basement during their (totally not allowed) party, is very true to life in a lot of ways- and with a certain frame of mind, is kind of amusing. But at the same time, Greg Heffley, the protagonist of the series, is an absolute jerk. Beyond standard kid jerkiness. And I mean, I don’t expect some saint. I’ve seen that before and that’s just boring, but I would expect something to let me know this kid isn’t just an asshole. That never happened.

Which is frustrating, because the book does have a lot of things that I like. I’ve always loved comics and graphic novels and I’m always up for books that combine visual elements with writing. This series does that in a really interesting way, since the writing is set up to look like Greg’s journal, notebook lines and all. The illustrations, inserted into the text, almost feel like they could have been drawn by Greg himself. If it weren’t for a few more-detailed drawings, plus the addition of some of Greg’s own comics, I would have assumed they were meant to be. It’s that style of storytelling I think that drew me to the book to begin with. I love slice of life types of stories- letters and diaries and such- and despite its flaws, this series is a really good example of that. Also, I’ve heard it’s done great things for reluctant readers and that always a plus in my book.

I just wish that I could connect more with the main character. It’s not that he’s unrealistic, but rather that he’s the sort of person I would have steered clear of as a kid because he just doesn’t seem to care about anyone but himself. I’ve had to deal with that enough in my life without reading about it. Which is also the reason this one probably won’t find its way into my classroom library- because I’m not about to make my life more difficult than it already is, and I have a feeling this book, while some of my kids would enjoy it, would only ramp up a bad situation.

Thankful Thursday- So that happened…

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So, you may have noticed (probably not, but hey I can hope) that I kind of dropped off the face of the earth these last few weeks. First from the thankful Thursday updates and then from everything else. And considering why I made this blog to begin with you may be able to guess who or rather what the culprit is. Yeah, that whole making sure I don’t drive myself into the ground with work hasn’t exactly panned out, because evidently, I’m even more of a perfectionist then I would’ve thought. Also evidently a lot easier to become a workaholic than you might think. But hey, life or fate or what-have-you decided to step in and kick my butt so that’s no longer an issue, because my winter exhaustion finally kicked in and it’s walloped me. I’ve spent the last week and a half kind of feeling like I’m two steps from falling physically on my face.

So the overworking was a thing that is hopefully no longer a thing.

Let’s try this again.

This week I am very very thankful for:

No School
So, going along with this whole theme, I can say that I am very thankful for the fact that I have a five day weekend. Because the flu has hit my school so hard we’re having to call in substitute bus drivers. on top of that there’s flooding, so even if we had had the numbers to have school a lot of people would not have been able to get there anyway. Yay for a break! Couldn’t have had better timing.

New clothes? Kinda?
I discovered this week that I can finally wear a few sweaters and shirts that have been sitting in my bottom drawer for the last year or so. This one’s a little double sided since the reason they now fit is that my metabolism is out of whack, but hey I’ll take the positives where I can get them. This way I can still wear them while the temperatures are cool enough and if my system has to be on the fritz at least I can be cozy.

Hello Mr. Blue
We’re dealing with an awful lot of rain now, but we did have a really pretty day on Saturday. Blue sky, nice temperatures- just an awesomely beautiful day. We’ve been dealing with the winter blahs, everything gray and sunless, so seeing a clear sky was like getting a breath of fresh air. I hadn’t even realized how much I needed it until I stepped outside. It was like a twenty pound weight being lifted off of me.

A Nice Case of the Lazies
Last weekend was just really nice overall, since I spent it being utterly lazy. I did so little it’s not even funny and it was marvelous. The fact that I got to be lazy with my parents was just an added plus. I hadn’t seen them in awhile so i made an extended visit. Movie marathon on Saturday (and hey, who knew I’d enjoy the hallmark mystery series that much?), sunny outing on Sunday, and NO STRESS.

Bye Bye boring windows
Lastly, and this may seem like an odd one, I finally figured out how to hang up curtains in my classroom. Not done yet, but I’ve finally got a plan. I’ve been trying to figure that out for the last month and my kids spent just as much time before that complaining about the glaring sun in the mornings. Now I can avoid that issue and it’ll hopefully add to the environment score during my observations. Plus, it’ll just look nice.

So that’s that. Hopefully, I can keep up the time and energy to make more posts because the weeks that I couldn’t were absolute heck. I’ve missed doing my weekly updates hello and sharing these bright spots in my life. Hello I know very few people read these, at least in comparison to some of my other posts but I like them all the same and it’s good to just think of yourself sometimes. And now to flip this around- to the few people who do stop in, how was your week? Good, bad, somewhere in between? Feel free to drop a comment and let me know.  

Book Review | Spindle’s End by Robin McKinley

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Title: Spindle’s End
Author: Robin McKinley
Publication date: 2000
Length: 422 pages
Genre: Fantasy, Retelling, YA

When met with stress people react in a variety of ways. Me- I delve into the fantastical.

Sometimes that means horror, sometimes science fiction.

This time it meant a fairy tale. Specifically, a retelling of Sleeping Beauty with a less-than-princessy princess named Rosie- who’s more at home re-shoeing a horse than doing any number of standard girly activities. Like the Disney version, Rosie is taken in by a fairy (along with the very young fairy’s aunt) who was present at her name-day ceremony, sheltered by the magical atmosphere as, in this world, the royal family is so incredibly mundane. She is, herself, fairly average- aside from the whole speaking with animals thing (a gift from the fairy), as well as her brash nature. She grows up, a little strange but safe, surrounded by her adoptive family; her best friend, Peony; Gorse- the local blacksmith, Rosie’s eventual teacher and companion; and a whole host of animals. All goes well, until her twenty-first birthday (and the curse’s deadline) approaches and the life she’s known begins to crumble around her.

I was so very excited when I saw this on the bookshelves- because Robin McKinley’s Beauty is one of my fave retellings ever.

I seriously need to quite getting over-excited about these things, cause I keep getting let down.

Not that this wasn’t a good book- not what I’m saying at all.

The world that this story inhabits is full of life and depth, governed by its own peculiar set of magic rules and idiosyncrasies. McKinley here takes a standard fairy tale and transforms it, creating a rich, imaginative landscape that lays heavy with magic- where even everyday people deal with accidental ‘baby-magic’ as toddlers due to how thick it is in the air, where care is taken to clean the grim off of day-to-day objects lest they take on magical attributes.

The story starts so strongly due to this, sucking you in as the world and the cast of characters (the mundane royals, the wise royal fairy, and the ever-uncertain but more-capable-than-she-realizes Katriona) are unveiled.

I saw some of the issues fairly early on, however. You see, the story has multiple narrators- this in and of itself isn’t an issue- it could have worked wonderfully. The problem, however, lies in how one narrrator transitions to the other. You see, the story begins when Rosie is just a baby, and in this story our original protagonist, I would argue, isn’t Rosie at all, but Katriona.  One spends the first quarter of the book with her as our main viewpoint into the world. Then things begin to shift, with Rosie getting a few scenes as viewpoint character- followed shortly afterwards (about 150 pages in) by Katriona taking a side-character role- right as Katriona gets married and has children.

There’s something that rankles about that- about the fact that as soon as Katriona becomes a wife and mother that becomes her central role. The young woman wrestling with her own fairy powers- so often uncertain of her own skills and place in the world- is shoved off with a couple of labels, and it leaves a gap, it seems, in the story, because while I love Rosie, she is also very much not in-the-know as far as what’s going on around her.

Additionally, how the story treats friendship is peculiar at times. Throughout most of the narrative I would have counted this as one of the strongest elements- I love reading a story with strong platonic bonds, especially between girls, because so many of the stories I was exposed to as a teenager absolutely lacked that. It’s the reason I avoided YA fiction for years- the treatment of friendships as characters grow and mature, especially when those relationships are deemed as character defining for both parties. I can’t say much, for fear of spoiling things, but ended up feeling let down by this story as well, in that respect.

It was still a wonderful story in so many ways; it just has a lot of issues as well- ones that happen to be some of my pet peeves. If you can look around these specific things, I definitely recommend trying the story out.

Book Review – Just Ella by Margaret Peterson Haddix

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Title: Just Ella
Author: Margaret Peterson Haddix
Publication Date: 2001
Length: 218 pages
Genre: Retelling, Fantasy, YA

I think most everyone has a particular fairy tale they gravitate to- characters that just attach themselves to a part of your heart as a child and refuse to let go. Now, I grew up in the Disney renaissance, watching Ariel and Belle and Jasmine on the big screen, but none of them were my first Disney princess- no, that title belongs to Cinderella, and maybe that’s the reason I have such a soft spot for that story.

Ever After, the version with Drew Barrymore (one of the only movies I could literally watch on repeat), just made me love it all the more. But perhaps there’s something in that movie that’s spoiled me, because reading Just Ella, a retelling of Cinderella, I felt a little… let down.

Maybe that’s just what happens though, when one starts looking beyond the happily ever after- which is exactly what Just Ella does. The story takes place after the ball, after the glass slipper, with Ella (as she’s known here) now taking residence in the castle awaiting her marriage to the prince. All is not well, however, with the soon-to-be princess, as she finds herself in many ways, more trapped by her new surroundings than she was by her stepmother and stepsisters. It isn’t until she tries to do something about the situation, however, that she realizes just how dire things are.

I don’t think that’s the reason though, since ultimately, I love twisted fairy tales. The plot, upon reading the blurb sounded great, and I really was interested in seeing how this take on Cinderella would work out. I happen to have a weakness for Cinderella taking as much agency as she can get. And I can say that the plot remained one that I enjoyed- complete with a small war subplot that, while not so important early on, becomes vital later in the story. Additionally, Ella is indeed a strong character, both in terms of how developed she is, as well as her own willpower, which was fun to see playing out in the situation she finds herself in.

So why did I find myself wishing for more?

The problem lies in the fact that it’s just as trapped by stereotypes and tropes as the original story was. For instance, a main theme of the story is that beauty isn’t everything- that there has to be depth below the surface. The problem, however, lies in the fact that the book constantly undermines that by many of the character descriptions- the shear fact that unpleasant people are so often described in physically unpleasant ways. For instance, a jailer who is morally loathsome and described physically in many of the same ways, or the constant fat-shaming going on with the evil stepsisters (at least this version doesn’t call them ‘ugly’ point-blank). I think the author tried to save herself by making one of Ella’s friends ugly as well, but the attempt falls short.

Additionally, while Ella is interesting- a character that insists on taking charge of her own story- the characters in the castle (save for two) are so two-dimensional. Flatter than the pages they were written on. Was it really not possible to have a story in which Ella is unhappy- and thoroughly trapped wherever she goes- while also surrounded by round characters? Or at least ones with a slight curvature? It was almost as if the author felt that in order for Ella to appear strong enough, she had to be the only character in that place capable of being so.

All in all, I still found the book enjoyable, but it’s definitely not one of my favorite fairytale retellings, and certainly doesn’t rank as high as other versions of Cinderella I’ve seen throughout the years.

Book Review | The Road From Home by David Kherdian

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Title: The Road From Home
Author: David Kherdian
Publication Date: 1995 (originally published in 1979)
Length: 242 pages
Genre: Memoir/biography, YA

Perhaps it’s morbid of me, but I’ve always had a fascination with the awful side of human nature- what we do to each other in the name of who-knows-what.

As much as it hurts to delve into it, I can’t help but do so.

Considering the large amount of books on the subject it’s probably not surprising that the awful thing I’ve read about the most is the holocaust.

Of course, this isn’t a journal entry about a holocaust themed book.

The thing is, I’ve always wondered why so many other incidences don’t receive the same treatment as those awful years during the 30s and 40s. Perhaps it’s the scope of what happened in WWII, or the more recent quality of it, but nevertheless it’s still a noticeable difference. This isn’t to say that it shouldn’t be such a focus of attention or study, but rather the fact that I’ve always wondered… where are the other books.

Thus, when I found this book sitting amongst all the James Patterson paperbacks I had to pick it up.

Long Road from Home is the story of a girl living in Turkey in the 1910s- Veron, the author’s mother and a survivor of the Armenian genocide.

The story spans roughly from 1913 – 1924, from the time that Veron is about six, until she’s a teenager. The world the reader is introduced to is that of a young child’s, with the focus on the close-knit extended family- nights giggling with a cousin while everyone else tried to sleep, complaints about going to the baths and enduring scrub-downs – until that world crumples around her and her family is torn apart when part of them (including Veron) are forced from their homes and onto a grueling and uncertain journey across the country.

Kherdian does a wonderful job at capturing this changing world and making it as familiar to the reader as he can. So many elements of Veron’s culture are integrated throughout the story, pieces of the puzzle that makes up Veron’s life. Additionally, he doesn’t shy away from the hardships that Veron and her family endure, although they are at times obscured by Veron’s age and lack of experience, at least initially. That world, as said previously, is that of a younger child, even as the horrific events begin to unfold. It isn’t until later in the story, and subsequent events, that the reader begins to get a full open-eyed perspective- which matures as Veron does.

At times, however, the story struggles. There is a heavy reliance on telling, rather than showing, and while the events are harrowing, and tragic, there is sometimes an emotional disconnect. I think part of this stems from the author trying to tell so large of a story in so short a period of time. It feels as if certain emotional beats are underdeveloped- some sections not given quite the gravity that they should have, in order for the whole story to be told. This is, perhaps, the problem at times with stories about one’s family, as this story is. One knows the entire story already, all the elements having already taken place, the question then becomes not where the story should go, but where to begin and where to end and which parts to prune off in the middle.  I feel as if this story could have done with a bit more pruning, or perhaps the opposite- some extended details- especially at the end, which seems to drop off rather sharply.

Ultimately, I’m glad I read the book, as I walked away from it having learned about something, but I hate that I struggled to connect with the protagonist. While I’m keeping it for my classroom library, this one’s probably not a reread for me.