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Monthly roundup and recent reads

Reviewed this month:

  • Princess and the Hound, Mette Ivie Harrison
  • Station Eleven, Emily St. John Mandel
  • The New Moon with the Old, Dodie Smith
  • Brother Cadfael’s Penance, Ellis Peters
  • (In a Sense) Lost and Found, Roman Muradov
  • Seconds, Bryan Lee O’Malley
  • Royal Airs, Sharon Shinn
  • Fleabrain loves Franny, Joanne Rocklin
  • Illusions of Fate, Kiersten White
  • Saga vol. 4, Brian K. Vaughan
  • Finder: Third World, Carla Speed McNeil
  • Tina’s Mouth, Keshni Kashyap
  • Crooked Heart, Lissa Evans
  • Unmade, Sarah Rees Brennan
  • Gabi: A Girl in Pieces, Isabel Quintero
  • Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Maggie Stiefvater
  • The Moon and the Face, Patricia McKillip
  • The Paying Guests, Sarah Waters

Darkbeast, Morgan Keyes

Keara’s darkbeast is Caw, a raven who has been her constant companion since birth, taking her faults and making them his own. Everyone has a darkbeast until the age of twelve — on their birthday, they must sacrifice their darkbeast and become an adult. But how can Keara kill her best friend?

I liked the worldbuilding in Darkbeast, the small details of religion and common phrases and family. I think Caw was my favourite — funny and wise and always hungry. But I feel the relationships could have been fleshed out more, and the end seemed a bit weak. I guess it was left hanging a bit in order to get people to read the next book? I don’t know. I’m still undecided on whether I want to read the sequel.

Deep Amber, C. J. Busby

Two pairs of protagonists (a sister and brother in our world, and an apprentice witch and castle troublemaker in another) set out to solve the mystery of objects being transferred across worlds. I read this because I saw a recommendation by Frances Hardinge on the sequel (Dragon Amber), and Frances Hardinge is amazing so I thought maybe this would be amazing too. Alas, I think I suffer from being too old for this book. It’s probably something that I would really enjoy as an eight to twelve year old, but it doesn’t have that deeper layer that authors like Diana Wynne Jones or Frances Hardinge create. I would still recommend Deep Amber for child fans of the above authors as a light read with a similar flavour.

The Motherless Oven, Rob Davis

I don’t even know what to say about this book. A world where it rains knives and children construct their parents out of spare parts and old machinery. Intriguing, but a frustratingly vague ending. Maybe I’m not smart enough? Sometimes comics seem to end just because the author has been working on it for a while and it seems like they should end it, rather than because the story makes sense/is satisfying to end that way. The art was interesting though.

Kingdom by the Sea, Robert Westall

I can’t remember who mentioned this. Elizabeth Wein, maybe? Whoever it was, I’m glad I took note of it because this is fantastic. I thought I’d read Westall before but looking at the books he’s written maybe I haven’t, which is ridiculous because he’s exactly the kind of writer I love. It was interesting reading this so soon after Crooked Heart, which also features an orphaned boy looking for a home but is shelved in adult fiction, whereas Kingdom by the Sea has some adult references (not stated outright, but it’s implied that one character is a paedophile) but is shelved in the children’s section. Not saying they shouldn’t be shelved where they are, but it goes to show that anyone who thinks kid’s books are simple or don’t deal with serious issues are reading the wrong books.

The Just City, Jo Walton

Very philosophical, which isn’t surprising given that it’s set in Plato’s Republic — or rather, the best approximation that its citizens can create. This isn’t something that would normally appeal to me. The narrative voice of the novel is incredibly passive to the point where I didn’t really feel any emotions even when awful things happened, and the characters didn’t seem to really feel emotions either. On the other hand I kept reading to the end, and I have a vague interest in learning what happens to the city.


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Gabi, a Girl in Pieces — Isabel Quintero

Gabi is Mexican-American, a poetry nerd, and has a meth addicted father. She has two best friends: Cindy, who suspects she’s pregnant, and Sebastian, who is about to come out to his homophobic parents.

The way Gabi writes reminds me of a more eloquent and thoughtful version of my teenage self — although my life didn’t have nearly as much drama. (I just thought it did.) Gabi is both insecure (her mom hassles her about her weight) and confident (she performs spoken word poetry in front of several audiences and stands up for what she believes in).

I’m always a bit wary of fat main characters because so often by the end of the book they’ve come to “accept themselves for who they are” by losing lots of weight. Gabi loses some weight, and gains some weight. Like a normal person! And this isn’t a book about how fat girls can be attractive (all about that bass, ’bout that bass), it’s about unfair expectations and beauty standards and patriarchy and rape culture and growing up into an adult body when no one really explains how adult bodies work. Especially if you’re a lady. There are some parts in the book where Gabi is writing down questions she wishes she could ask her mom, and they made me laugh because they’re exactly the kinds of things I wished I could ask when I hit puberty. Things like:

How long does sex last for? A few minutes? An hour?

If you think I am so smart, why do you think I will make stupid choices?

And Gabi’s relationships with boys! Super adorable.

I wore the Edgar Allen Poe T-shirt today in the hopes that [spoiler] would say something like, “You got my gift! I’m glad you liked it. Do you want to be my girlfriend? Maybe we could get some tortas?” And I would say, “I loved the gift! Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend! And I know of a really good torta place!” I didn’t run that scenario by anyone.

But when I wore it, all he said was, “Nice T-shirt” and whether I was still up for going to the coffee shop. I said yes and he said, “Cool, you wanna go Friday with Lindsay and me?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Why would he send me this stupid T-shirt if he and Lindsay are making all sorts of poetry sex plans?

I haven’t even mentioned how caring and complicated her relationships with both her friends and family are. It’s on my list of books for hypothetical future offspring to read.

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