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BOOK REVIEW – Revolver by Marcus Sedgwick

BOOK REVIEW – Revolver by Marcus SedgwickRevolver by Marcus Sedgwick
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Synopsis:

Razor-sharp, psychological thriller set in a snowy Arctic wilderness.

“They say that dead men tell no tales, but they’re wrong. Even the dead tell stories.”

It's 1910. In a cabin north of the Arctic Circle, in a place murderously cold and desolate, Sig Andersson is alone. Except for the corpse of his father, frozen to death that morning when he fell through the ice on the lake.

The cabin is silent, so silent, and then there's a knock at the door. It's a stranger, and as his extraordinary story of gold dust and gold lust unwinds, Sig's thoughts turn more and more to his father's prized possession, a Colt revolver, hidden in the storeroom.

A revolver just waiting to be used...but should Sig use it, or not?

What a fool I was, thinking that I rated my books depending on the story they delivered. If one novel can destroy this belief, it’s Revolver.

Sometimes, it’s all about the atmosphere.

Sometimes, a storyline that shouldn’t work for me just does. And oh man, how Revolver shouldn’t work : 1910. A fifteen years-old boy living in a little cabin in Nome, Alaska. The frozen dead corpse of his father. A strong fixation on an old Colt (don’t hate me, but I do not like guns). Religion.

Here’s my advice : forget the blurb. Forget the story, even, because that’s not really what matters. Let yourself be swept along in the chilling and sad atmosphere, where all our self-delusions are shattered. What’s life, really, when so many factors stay beyond our control? See, I do not believe in Fate or whatever you want to call it. This is actually a concept that annoys me, because lazy much?! (I would say moronic, but I’ve spent years listening to my mum and she really believe in that stuff. Also, I respect others’ opinions)

Yet I recognize that we deceive ourselves when we think that we hold a complete control on your life. We can’t. Life’s made of choices, of chaos, of other people and their choices, and we’re too complex creatures to organize ourselves like a schedule (also, planning sucks, okay?)

I am really, really happy we’re not machines, and reading the discreetly beautiful and compelling words of Marcus Sedgwick, the feeling of being lost spread into my chest more and more along the way – I loved it. In that sense, I think that his numerous references to guns, by showing the delusion of security, of control they offer (again, gun-skeptic here, bear with me), perfectly served this disenchanted and thought-provoking story.

Considering my personal preferences, I shouldn’t have given this book the time of a day, yet I’m very, very glad I did, because wow. Such an haunting little story, Revolver is. I was invested from the beginning and my interest – my fascination – never wavered.

Strangely, I close this book thinking about Un roi sans divertissement, another strange tale that took me by surprise during my third year of French Literature in Uni. Same suffocating, snowy ambiance. Same intriguing, out of time mystery.

Same millions of people bored by it, maybe, and same pleasantly surprised Anna.

BOOK REVIEW – The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah

BOOK REVIEW – The Nightingale by Kristin HannahThe Nightingale by Kristin Hannah
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Synopsis:

In love we find out who we want to be.
In war we find out who we are.

FRANCE, 1939

In the quiet village of Carriveau, Vianne Mauriac says goodbye to her husband, Antoine, as he heads for the Front. She doesn’t believe that the Nazis will invade France...but invade they do, in droves of marching soldiers, in caravans of trucks and tanks, in planes that fill the skies and drop bombs upon the innocent. When France is overrun, Vianne is forced to take an enemy into her house, and suddenly her every move is watched; her life and her child’s life is at constant risk. Without food or money or hope, as danger escalates around her, she must make one terrible choice after another.

Vianne’s sister, Isabelle, is a rebellious eighteen-year-old girl, searching for purpose with all the reckless passion of youth. While thousands of Parisians march into the unknown terrors of war, she meets the compelling and mysterious Gäetan, a partisan who believes the French can fight the Nazis from within France, and she falls in love as only the young can...completely. When he betrays her, Isabelle races headlong into danger and joins the Resistance, never looking back or giving a thought to the real--and deadly--consequences.

With courage, grace and powerful insight, bestselling author Kristin Hannah takes her talented pen to the epic panorama of WWII and illuminates an intimate part of history seldom seen: the women’s war. The Nightingale tells the stories of two sisters, separated by years and experience, by ideals, passion and circumstance, each embarking on her own dangerous path toward survival, love, and freedom in German-occupied, war-torn France--a heartbreakingly beautiful novel that celebrates the resilience of the human spirit and the durability of women. It is a novel for everyone, a novel for a lifetime.

Oh, the IRONY. You might have never heard of it, but in 1981 French author Régine Deforges released a book called La bicyclette bleue, 1939-1942 (part of a trilogy), which related the story of two sisters** during WWII in France. Léa, the outspoken, rebel and reckless one, who joins the Resistance after fleeing from the invasion of Paris and Françoise, the older, who has to live under the same roof of a SS during the Occupation. RING A BELL?

This novel, many times bestseller in France, borrowed A LOT from Gone with the Wind, which led to many trials (that Régine Deforges won, in the end, saying that it was all part of “a game” with her editor – Where have I heard that before? Hmm).

Anyway. It seems oh so ironic to me to find so many similarities between The Nightingale and La bicyclette bleue, 1939-1942, because, you know, I’m resilient, but reading the same story is starting to get old.

Of course, of course, I exaggerate, and I’m not saying that Kristin Hannah plagiarized Régine Deforges‘s novel. As for Gone with the Wind‘s parts, there’s none here as far as I’m concerned. No. Both authors of these WWII novels must have used the same inspirations is all – especially real testimonies, surely.

Yet it throws me off, even if I didn’t even like La bicyclette bleue, 1939-1942 – I’m not a fan, but I can’t forget the plot either, and Kristin Hannah‘s characters don’t strike me as interesting enough to follow the same storyline again. I know, I’m talking about WWII settings and I should love and suffer and FEEL for these characters but … I just don’t. They seem very flat and unrealistic to me? Sorry?

Oh, and you know what else throws me off? The shameless lack of any researches about the world. Anachronisms everywhere. Post-card France in one meal (I mean, the Baguette, the canelés, the ile flottante, Cognac (for reasons), the Lavander and Rosamery (which are Provencal plants but WHY THE FUCK NOT). Vianne & Antoine luxurious – YES, those meals and houses are VERY luxurious for that period of time – lifestyle that their jobs cannot explain. Antoine is a postman, alright? In 1939 his salary should be around 600 francs per year. As for Vianne, as a teacher, she could pretend to 900 francs, tops. How in the WORLD can they have 65,000 francs in the bank?! Tell me, really, I need to know how to multiply my funds like that (if that’s explained later in the book, I apologize).

Perhaps it sounds like details to you, and perhaps they are. But when I read an Historical novel, more than Historical facts I need for the book to carry me away in another time. I need to BELIEVE in it. I sure don’t want to read about some cliché, too modern world lacking any savor, picturing my country in such a stereotypical way. So fake, really. Not to mention that I found the writing repetitive and too dramatic, the dialogue awkward and way too much telling rather than showing.

The Nightingale tackles such an essential issue – indeed I believe that the portrayal of women’s role in WWII is VERY important, and I understand why it would appeal to many readers. Yet I can’t see myself finishing it, because really, the similarities and clichés are killing me.

Wasted potential, sadly. They do have the curse words right, though. Merde.

PS. This is a detail, but I do not know one Parisian who would INSTANTLY say something along the lines as, “oh, the bomb must have fallen into the 2nd Arrondissement”. Nope. Streets, districts names like la Bastille or Les Halles, alright, but randomly quoting an arrondissement when YOU’RE NOT EVEN PARISIAN? Pl-ease. Unbelievable – like the whole thing, apparently.

The Nightingale is FULL of inaccuracies like this one, and I expected more from the winner of the 2015 Goodreads Choice Award in HISTORICAL fiction. Ugh.

** Three, actually – thanks Anne for reminding me 😀

BOOK REVIEW – The Fifth Season (The Broken Earth #1) by N.K. Jemisin

BOOK REVIEW – The Fifth Season (The Broken Earth #1) by N.K. JemisinThe Fifth Season (The Broken Earth #1)
by N.K. Jemisin
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Synopsis:

This is the way the world ends. Again.

Three terrible things happen in a single day. Essun, a woman living an ordinary life in a small town, comes home to find that her husband has brutally murdered their son and kidnapped their daughter. Meanwhile, mighty Sanze -- the world-spanning empire whose innovations have been civilization's bedrock for a thousand years -- collapses as most of its citizens are murdered to serve a madman's vengeance. And worst of all, across the heart of the vast continent known as the Stillness, a great red rift has been torn into the heart of the earth, spewing ash enough to darken the sky for years. Or centuries.

Now Essun must pursue the wreckage of her family through a deadly, dying land. Without sunlight, clean water, or arable land, and with limited stockpiles of supplies, there will be war all across the Stillness: a battle royale of nations not for power or territory, but simply for the basic resources necessary to get through the long dark night. Essun does not care if the world falls apart around her. She'll break it herself, if she must, to save her daughter.

What you know for sure is that you’re not a child. You don’t want to know what would happen if you were (this world is nasty). But you walk. Restlessly, you walk. At this point you’re not sure it means something. You go on, though, because you’re intrigued. Orogene, guardian, pirate, commless, you’re part of the humanity anyway (they don’t think you are). You’re no stranger to rules (death awaits if you are) yet life destroys them at times (this is the way the world ends, again). Sometimes you wish info-dumping existed (confusion is you) but not anymore (you just wait, it makes sense).

(Friends do not exist. The fulcrum is not a school. Grits are not children. Orogenes are not people. Weapons have no need of friends.)

They lied, didn’t they? (of course they did) The rage (or is it revenge) threatens to close your throat at any moment but you are strong, so go on, go on, just a little longer.

“Perhaps you think it wrong that I dwell so much on the horrors, the pain, but pain is what shapes us, after all. We are creatures born of heat and pressure and grinding, ceaseless movement. To be still is to be… not alive.”

You’re not sure how it happened but you laugh. It’s a strange thing, that laugh. It takes you by surprise (the tears are never far).

“But this is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
For the last time.”

You understand, finally, and you’re amazed (it hurts, though).

BOOK REVIEW – A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses #2) by Sarah J. Maas

BOOK REVIEW – A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses #2) by Sarah J. MaasA Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses #2)
by Sarah J. Maas
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Synopsis:

Feyre survived Amarantha's clutches to return to the Spring Court—but at a steep cost. Though she now has the powers of the High Fae, her heart remains human, and it can't forget the terrible deeds she performed to save Tamlin's people.

Nor has Feyre forgotten her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court. As Feyre navigates its dark web of politics, passion, and dazzling power, a greater evil looms—and she might be key to stopping it. But only if she can harness her harrowing gifts, heal her fractured soul, and decide how she wishes to shape her future—and the future of a world cleaved in two.

With more than a million copies sold of her beloved Throne of Glass series, Sarah J. Maas's masterful storytelling brings this second book in her seductive and action-packed series to new heights.

“I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”

Once upon a time, I decided to give A Court of Thorns and Roses a chance and… I hated everything about it : Feyre’s apathy, Tamlin’s control-freak issues, the lack of any world-building or, I don’t know, plot.

Wait – did I say everything? I lied. Hidden in this forest of dullness and platitude, shined Rhysand. That little shit. Cunning, layered, and oh so intriguing – his scenes snapped me out of my intense boredom.

I loved everything about A Court of Mist and Fury.

And to think that I almost didn’t read it. What a fool I’d have been : I would have missed this nastier, sexier, darker, more captivating and splendid tale.

Are you most likely to enjoy this sequel if you hated the first book? Honestly, it depends on what annoyed you in A Court of Thorns and Roses, but if it was the romance and Feyre’s boring life in that freaking castle, I’d say yes, yes, YES.

Will you like this book if you fell in love with the first one? Maybe. Read further and let see what you’ll decide.

* SPOILERS FOR A Court of Thorns and Roses *

Oh, that. In all honestly, it depends on what you saw when you looked at Tamlin in A Court of Thorns and Roses. As far as I’m concerned, I saw an overprotective, liar ass, and I did not think for one minute that his behavior in the sequel was unbelievable. Feyre was blind to his control-freak issues in ACOTAR but I sure wasn’t.

Tamlin wasn’t a good guy in my book, and here’s why (all quotes are from A Court of Thorns and Roses)

Proof #1 : His need to shelter Feyre was already present

“No, I don’t want you to live somewhere else. I want you here, where I can look after you – where I can come home and know you’re here, painting and safe.”

See, he said something similar in the beginning of A Court of Mist and Fury and it reminded me why I despised him : he never, ever wanted Feyre to be powerful and to learn to fight, oh god no. His views on her role always were traditional and sexist. He, the male, would protect her, even if it meant lying to her, “for her own good”.

Proof #2 : Assaulting someone is okay when you’re a High Lord

“I bit her”, Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak. “We ran into each other in the hall after the Rite.“ (…) “So, if Feyre can’t be bothered to listen to orders, then I can’t be held accountable for the consequences.”

It was her damn fault! She shouldn’t have been there! Why didn’t she listen to me and stay sheltered! I cannot help! I realize that many people wouldn’t be bothered by this because *cheap plot device* oh, sorry – it’s not his fault, he’s high on Fae celebration or some shit. Yet – yet. That reaction the day after? IS IT THE ONE OF THAT GOOD GUY EVERYONE IS WEEPING ABOUT NOW? Fuck me, really, because I did not see that in him. Nobody told her WHY she should stay in her room. RING A BELL? The way Tamlin keeps hiding things from her in A Court of Mist and Fury was no surprise for me, given the fact that he couldn’t be bothered to tell her that she would most likely be RAPED if she got out of her room that day. Fuck you, Tamlin. No, really. Fuck you.

Proof #3 : He would go to any length to keep her “safe”, even against her own wishes

Tell me, does Feyre want to leave when he puts her in the carriage that takes her back to the mortal realm? No, she doesn’t. Does she have a choice? No, never. Here’s a man who says please and means obey, who sure has no hold on his temper when what he thinks belongs to him is threatened. Too bad humans aren’t mere objects.

This, again, depends on what you thought about them in A Court of Thorns and Roses. I, for one, saw a broken girl who needed to be protected and was blinded by a castle and his handsome master. I did not see love, but merely attraction, and even then, their absence of chemistry made me wonder why the fuck she stayed with him (she could paint, though).

“I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that—maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who—what I am now.” There.”

But this frightened, broken girl is dead. Her need to be sheltered and protected vanished, and with it, her acceptance of Tamlin’s tantrums. I personally loved how she addressed the fact that her own growth made her seek another kind of relationship, and I thought that it was realistic and believable.

While Tamlin cannot see that his overprotective behavior suffocates her, Rhysand wants to give her the tools to be independent and self-reliant, free. In what world – I mean it – in WHAT WORLD am I supposed to expect her to stay with someone who thinks that she doesn’t need to be powerful?

“And I realized—I realized how badly I’d been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I’d been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.”

First of all, it was pretty obvious from the moment we met him in A Court of Thorns and Roses that the High Lord of the Night Court was more complex than he wanted us to see. Yes he is cunning and yes he’s ready to make harsh decisions in order to reach his goals. I won’t deny it, because that’s part of what I love about him. When it comes to fairies who are hundreds of years old, I do not expect some knight prince in shining armor. Of course he isn’t! Yet the sacrifices he made for his people, the masks under which he hides make him so much more captivating and endearing.

It does not mean that I excuse all his actions, but contrary to Tamlin, he is honest about who he is, and I respect him for that.

Not to mention that the growth of his relationship with Feyre – gradual, slow, and full of tension – was everything I wanted in A Court of Thorns and Roses and didn’t get. These two made my heart pound, drove me to giggle at their constant banter, shared a hell of a chemistry and the way he supported her in her freedom made me want to hug the guy.

I will always prefer a hero who wants the heroine to be strong and lets her make her own choices. ALWAYS.

This wicked Lord is just right up my alley, okay? He’s full of surprises and everything I expected him to be – even more, if I’m being honest. I understand and love him, and I won’t be sorry about that.

Also, sexting through magic notes should totally be a thing.

Finally, the new characters he brings with him? Absolutely delightful. And by that, I mean the best kind of crazy (Amren, I’m looking at you).

YES THERE IS! I am so glad to inform you that we finally get to explore the world and let me tell you, it was fantastic : from the beautiful descriptions of the settings (plural) to the numerous details about the politics at stake, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that we weren’t drowning into some blank space like in A Court of Thorns and Roses.

Don’t look at me like that – what did she do in A Court of Thorns and Roses except painting and swooning over Tamlin? Nothing. If the plot got better once they were under the mountain, it remains that the romance was so overwhelming that I wouldn’t have called the first book fantasy for one second. This sequel is different : if the romance is still there, it takes a step back and there is an actual plot to follow. Thank you.

As for Feyre, if her new powers flirt dangerously on spechul snowflake territory at some point, it remains that her growth and development is perhaps what I loved the most about this book (okaaaay, except Rhysand, but come on). Gone is the idealist human, who thought that the boundaries between right and wrong were impermeable : she’s no stranger to fear, but she’s more ruthless, cunning, and fierce. With Rhysand’s help, she finally becomes the heroine of her own life, and I really, really appreciated that.

I say YES to women’s empowerment. Of course I say yes.

I HAVE NO IDEA. The ending was fantastic, epic, and left me starving for MORE. Well done.

► Granted, A Court of Mist and Fury wasn’t perfect by any means, the writing was a little too dramatic for my tastes and the comparision between Tamlin and Rhys lacked subtetly sometimes. Yet I loved every second of it, and for that, it deserves its 5 stars.

PS. “In an interview, Sarah J Maas stated that Rhys would be sorted into Slytherin if he attended Hogwarts.” NOW I KNOW. New pick in my Team woot!

BOOK REVIEW – Undecided by Julianna Keyes

BOOK REVIEW – Undecided by Julianna KeyesUndecided by Julianna Keyes
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Synopsis:

Nora Kincaid has one goal for her second year of college: be invisible. Last year’s all-party-no-study strategy resulted in three failed classes and two criminal charges, and if she messes up again she’ll lose her scholarship. But there’s one problem with her plan for invisibility, and his name is Crosbie Lucas: infamous party king, general hellraiser…and her new roommate’s best friend.

Crosbie’s reckless reputation and well-known sexcapades aren’t part of Nora’s studious new strategy, but as she’s quickly learning, her new plan is also really boring. When Crosbie’s unexpected gestures of friendship pull her head out of her books long enough to see past his cocky veneer, she’s surprised to find a flawed and funny guy beneath it all. The muscles don’t hurt, either.

But as Nora starts to fall for Crosbie, the weight of one of last year’s bad decisions grows even heavier. Because three failing grades and two misdemeanors are nothing compared to the one big secret she’s hiding…

2.5 stars? 3 stars? I think I’ll remain forever Undecided (and sorry for this terrible pun, you know I had to do it). Don’t get me wrong, I was actually pleasantly surprised by Crosbie’s magic tricks. And no, I’m not being naughty.

Much.

If I had to compare it to most of the NA I read, Undecided would have really interesting things to offer :

The drama is never over the top, as in : no important issue used as a background to try (and fail) making the main character interesting. Thank you.

For once the fact that the male-lead played around before doesn’t mean that he has to be obnoxious because really, why assholes are the only ones to get laid in NA is beyond me. Hello, some guys have 20+ hook-ups in a year and are actually nice and decent persons. They don’t need to slut-shame or be such cocky bastards. See, I don’t hate 99% of the “player” kind of male-leads because they have sex with multiple women. No. I hate them because more often then not, they’re unredeemable sexist jerks. Crosbie isn’t. Crosbie is actually very sweet. Kellan *cough* …. isn’t the love interest. Yet I can’t deny that if he cares about his friends, love-wise he’s oblivious at best, irresponsible, and infuriating at times. He’s not my favorite person, let’s say, but I do not hate him.

There’s no love-triangle, no matter what the cover and the blurb are trying to tell us. WTF, really. Do they really think that it’s a selling point? Because it’s not. There are two guys, but in no way can their relationships with the MC be called a love triangle. It seems like it at first but… no.

✔ It’s surprisingly well-written. Surprisingly, because I’m sorry, but if I – as a non English speaker – can notice weird phrasing or grammar mistakes, I tend to think that it’s really, really bad, and it happens a lot in NA. Bonus points because it made me laugh.

See? It’s not near as bad as I expected it to be. However, if the beginning put a smile on my face and let me hope for a shocking winner, I have complaints I can’t overlook :

✘ Alright, so I already said that Crosbie was cute – I didn’t? He is super cute, trust me – and I really liked the build-up of his relationship with Nora. Unfortunately, if they do share chemistry, I never really saw their feelings growing after they started dating. Oh, yeah, they had sex. Loads and loads of sex. I mean, GREAT. Sex is important in a relationship. But somehow I felt that their story was lacking and that they didn’t really get to know each other. No matter all of Crosbie’s gestures – adorable, this one, did I say that? – they don’t really spend time together except for having sex, and it got boring pretty fast. That’s why the Iloveyous in the end made me roll my eyes a little, because where did that come from? Infatuation, yes. Crush, yes. Lust? Oh god yes. Love? Hmmpf. Nah.

✘ Although I’m pretty sure that Julianna Keyes had good intentions, the treatment of double standards when it comes to sex – and especially one-night stands – felt short in my opinion. See, I’m really glad that it was actually acknowledged, because slut-shaming is so ingrained in NA that the mere mention of the existence of double standards is pretty good. Pretty good, but not nearly enough. It remains that Nora, the MC, who’d lived in the “wild” side the year before (her words – not mines), only had sex with 5 guys. Sure enough, the sex-part of her year isn’t the only thing that made her want to go all serious. BUT the fact that she slept with 5 guys – and one in particular – plays such a major part in the plot that I’m feeling a little dizzy at the unfairness of it all. I mean, Kellan “dated” more than 50 girls. Crosbie, more than 20. If it’s okay for them, it should be okay for her, too. Don’t get me wrong, neither Kellan nor Crosbie act like jerks about it, but I still felt like the issue was only brushed off – so much potential wasted on that account.

✘ “Sexy” is ALWAYS a better choice than “slutty” in my book. Please use it.

► In the end, Undecided isn’t a bad book by any means, but it isn’t amazing either. I wasn’t enthralled, and I can’t help but feel that the love story was lacking. Forgettable, you know? Oh well. I’ve read far, far worst.

Also, magic tricks sorry, illusions.

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