Daughter of Smoke and Bone, by Laini Taylor
From the jacket: “Around the world, black handprints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky. In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grows dangerously low. And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherworldly war. Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real; she speaks many languages — not all of them human; and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out.”
My take: Karou lives a double life. By day, she is an art student in Prague, hanging out with her best friend, Zuzana, at the Poison Kitchen, filling her sketchbook with pictures of fantastical creatures. But at night, she serves as the international courier for the real-life versions of the characters she draws — Brimstone, the Wishmonger, who trades wishes for teeth; chimaera Issa, Yasri, and Twiga; and tiny, bird-like Kishmish — the only family she has ever known.
It’s a stressful life for a young woman, but she’s trying to balance it all until an assignment in Marrakesh goes seriously wrong. An angel named Akiva, sent to destroy Brimstone and all those who help him, catches Karou doing business with a broken-down scholar and chases her back to Brimstone’s door, but not before seriously wounding her. She, in turn, discovers a terrible secret of Brimstone, who throws her out of his lair. But when Kishmish arrives at her apartment carrying the wishbone Brimstone has always worn, she knows something is seriously wrong.
Karou will travel the world and face all manner of evil to find out what has happened to her family. But when she finds out all of what has transpired and when Akiva tracks her to Prague, will she find the inner strength and hope to carry on?
This book got a lot of buzz last year when it came out, which I expect will be revived later this fall when the second novel in the series is released. Karou is a tough chick and an appealingly damaged heroine. She’s the sort of character you don’t actually want to be, but the kind you wouldn’t mind being the best friend of. It made me want to visit Prague, vividly described, as were all the settings in the book. It was original and compelling — and I found it hard to put it down — but I think in the end that the story was so dark that I liked it less than I had hoped I would. Not, of course, that that will keep me from giving the sequel a chance.
Pages: 418
This book fills the fantasy category of the Once upon a Time VI reading challenge.
From the jacket: “Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel’s story is about to be completely rewritten.”
My take: Hazel Lancaster, age 16, knows she’s dying. She’s come back from the edge before, from the moment when her parents held a vigil at her bedside believing each breath would be her last. And most days she’s, well, okay with it would be wrong, but as okay with it as you can be when you’re supposed to be counting the rest of your life in decades and when dating and college decisions are supposed to be the biggest hurdles in your immediate future. But she’d rather live out her life in the small circle she’s created — hanging out with her folks, taking classes at the local community college, and enduring the treacly support group sessions her mom makes her attend — than create new relationships that will only cause pain when they inevitably end.
So it’s highly ironic when the support group that her parents force her to go to — where the heretofore high point had been exchanging heavy sighs with half-blind Isaac at every excruciating moment of cheese — brings her into contact with hot ex-basketball player and cancer survivor Augustus Waters, who immediately begins a flirtatious relationship by comparing her to Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta.
They bond over their favorite books (his is a sci-fi series with a high body count featuring a hero who routinely escapes from near death adventures; hers is a high-art YA book about a girl with cancer that ends mid-sentence). They flirt. They play video games. They try to help Isaac deal with the loss of his sight and his girlfriend. They establish relationship boundaries and then attempt skirmishes at them to see how well they hold. (Augustus agrees to friendship, but no one has any doubt that he wants Hazel for a girlfriend. Hazel doesn’t want to cause him pain when she dies, so she insists that they can only be friends.) And then, “I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
If the book, like life, is doomed to follow a single path that we, as readers, know it must take from shortly after the outset, it does so compassionately and with the knowledge that just because an ending has been pre-ordained does not mean that we can’t mark the milestones, enjoy the company, or find some answers along the way.
Memorial Day weekend kicks off the beginning of the summer season, and the weather is clearly well-aware with high temperatures expected to be in the 90s.
In between trying to remain cool, I plan to:
Finish the Mosaica socks. The last round of Sock Madness starts in the morning. I bought more white yarn, as it was clear I was going to run out in the home stretch.
Read The Enchantress, which came out on Tuesday. I am so looking forward to this series finale. I may well take my signed copy of the book, a thermos of tea, and our camping hammock up to the park and read it beneath a tree. [As a side note, if Michael Scott does a reading anywhere near where you live, I suggest going. He is my favorite author to see in person — and it is not, as he suggested, because of the lilt. It’s because he really takes the time to listen to the questions the kids ask him and thoughtfully considers his answer to each one. And when he runs out of time to answer them publicly, he makes sure that kids know they’re welcome to come up and ask him while he signs books.]
Have a picnic with John and Nicole, who arrived home from Albany too late tonight for our planned excursion to the Yards.
Pick more strawberries and peas at the garden.
Go swimming. The pools open for the year tomorrow.
Make popsicles. I didn’t get around to my planned trial last weekend.
Attend a barbecue. Megan has proposed one on Monday, and I hope to cross the Potomac in pursuit of fake meat cooked over a contained fire.
Go to a movie. There are several to choose from.
Do a few chores: laundry, change the sheets, put away the winter clothes (the summer ones got taken care of last weekend).
Drink strawberry daiquiris. Because isn’t that what summer is all about?
From the jacket: “Ledger Kale always dreamed of the awesome magical power he’d get when he turned thirteen — the day when folks in his family inherit an extraordinary talent called a savvy. But Ledge’s dreams are soon in pieces. And so are the toaster, the television, and the wipers on the family minivan.”
My take: Ingrid Law’s debut novel, Savvy, was one of my favorite books of 2010, so when I heard she’d written a second novel, I was excited to read it.
Described as a companion book, Scumble offers up the story of Ledger Kale, an average middle-school boy whose world has just turned upside down with the arrival of his 13th birthday. The thing that sets his family apart from others is that as they become teenagers, they each gain a “special” talent. Ledge has been hoping to suddenly gain the ability to run really fast, but it turns out instead that he destroys things — turning him into a human bulldozer of sort.
Unfortunately, his birthday arrives just before a wedding several states away. A family reunion (even one where the bride can float and the groom can cause storms) is rarely considered fun by teenagers, but one occurring right after you’ve discovered you can inadvertently break everything in sight is a thing of nightmares.
And a nightmare is exactly what the day becomes. Ledge nearly destroys the family minivan, knocks down a building, and causes an explosion of sorts in the town center — right in front of an annoying girl reporter who’ll do anything to get her story.
So Ledge is not surprised when, the next day, his parents leave him and his younger sister on his Uncle Autry’s ranch for the summer. They’re hoping he’ll be able to use the spacious Wyoming scenery to find some control over his new power — to find the key to scumbling his talent. Plus it’s not like anyone there will find him too odd: Autry can control insects, Autry’s twin daughters work together to zoom objects around the air, and Mibs Beaumont’s brothers (from Savvy), Rocket and Samson, can channel electricity and turn invisible, respectively. And dear, old Grandpa controls the earth — or, at least, he could when he was younger, when he regularly added new mountains and chasms to the landscape.
With all these savvies in the family, surely someone can teach Ledge how to scumble, so he’s safely able to return home at the end of the summer. If he can’t learn to control his gift, will he have to stay at the ranch forever?
Just like Savvy, Scumble is a delightful book. It is, however, definitely a boy’s story, so readers should not worry that it’s too twee. Ledge is missing his three buddies at home. He finds himself thinking, at the oddest moments, of the hair of Sarah Jane, the young reporter he literally runs into his first day in town. He works hard to use running to control his emotions (and his savvy) — and as training for the half-marathon he and his dad have entered together. And he worries he’s a huge disappointment to his dad and a huge imposition on his cousin Rocket, in whose sparse house he’s now living.
Like Savvy, I recommend Scumble highly. After all, who amongst us doesn’t have some part of our personality that we’d like to control a bit better?
Pages: 400
This book fills the folklore category of the Once upon a Time VI reading challenge.
I meant to post yesterday, but our internet was giving us fits, so walking away from the computer seemed a far saner idea.
A quick update on things:
I finished a book on Friday. It’s the first book I’ve finished since February. Pathetic? Yes.
I planted potatoes at the garden this weekend. Fifteen starts each got chopped into at least two pieces, often more. I’m hoping that makes for a generous crop.
We went to our first baseball game of the season. Rick Ankiel, the center fielder, had the most impressive throw home I may have ever witnessed in person. It was like he and home plate were having a game of catch. A throw to be remembered. Plus, the Nats won.
Sock Madness round 3 has begun. That means I knit everywhere. As opposed to when it’s not Sock Madness time and I merely knit nearly everywhere.
I watched the space shuttle fly past D.C. yesterday. A post about that is forthcoming. Truly and surprisingly moving.
I wrote a blog post for work that I was really proud of. (I love having written something well, which, sadly, is why you get a lot of lists like this right now, because I don’t want to spend the time and energy required to write good posts. This is a reflection on me, and not on you.)
My volleyball team won all four games last night. We found a groove and communicated well, and it just felt right. It was nice.
Daughter of Smoke and Bone, by Laini Taylor
