A frequent topic of conversat—no, mockery in my house is my affinity for what the family calls, "Trash TV." I've been known to binge watch appallingly bad reality shows. Like all of Toddlers & Tiaras, or Impractical Jokers or Untold Stories of the ER or most recently, I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant. While I try to keep my reading standards a little higher (I don't read romance novels, for example), occasionally some literary clickbait slips in. AV Geiger's novel is perfect for those times when you want a good book that's written well but isn't going to make you work too terribly hard.
Engrossing and full of twists and turns. I loved the premise in Follow Me Back of an agoraphobic girl connecting via social media with her crush—a famous pop star. The characters were well-drawn and unique (with the exception of one, which I won't go into because, spoiler). Plus I loved seeing the world of the rich and famous as just another aspect of setting—it never became central. I found the emotions to ring very true regarding fangirls, fear, etc.
On the downside: I don't want to give spoilers, so I'll only say that the ending seemed “cheap” to me, like someone’s editor said, “hey, we need some sequel bait!” And the Big Reveal of the Bad Thing that happened to the protagonist, the thing that caused her agoraphobia, well, there was a lot of promise, not a lot of payoff. I still found myself looking for details on when the next in the series is coming out. So I guess the sequel bait worked. Hmmm.
AV Geiger's novel is perfect for those times when you want a good book that's written well but isn't going to make you work too terribly hard.
Engrossing and full of twists and turns. I loved the premise in Follow Me Back of an agoraphobic girl connecting via social media with her crush—a famous pop star.
I don’t know that I’ve ever read YA horror before so I wasn’t sure what to expect. What I found in The Devils You Know by MC Atwood was rather odd—Scooby-Doo meets The Breakfast Club with a little funhouse thrown in for kicks.
Sometimes I review a book the moment I finish it. Fresh details, sharp recollections. Other times I like to wait, let a book deep into me and become something—part me, part what was on the page. I chose to do the latter with The Smell of Other People’s Houses.
In Ready to Fall by Marcella Pixley the premise alone stops me with its awesomeness: his mom dies of a brain tumor that then, he believes, moves into his own head. Raw, a little crazy, huge potential for story. And the book did not disappoint.
I go through phases where I don’t want to read fantasy, no matter how well-reviewed it is. Unfortunately I was in one of those phases when I picked up Last Star Burning by Caitlin Sangster The opening I read reluctantly, my will rebelling. But it didn’t rebel long.
The book that started it all, the one I finished around midnight as Emeric nursed and my husband snored so loudly I ended up smacking him with a pillow, was this: Still Life with Tornado by AS King.
Poetry Month is coming to a close, and with it I'll share five Zolotow picture book classics. Books like these are "out of style" in current publishing, which is a shame. I'd much rather read Flock of Birds over and over than books about crazy hair or farting dogs.
Caroline B. Cooney’s A Friend at Midnight is one I picked up on a whim Friday afternoon. Obviously, since it’s only Monday now, this book was a quick and engrossing read. It’s the charming (ahem) story of a little boy abandoned at the airport by his father and rescued by his older sister. It’s about the elder sister’s struggle with keeping her brother’s secret. Overall, I’d say the book was annoying and refreshing and gripping and disappointing and meaningful.
What Jamie Saw is the story of a boy and his mother fleeing an abuser. The first chapter is heartbreaking and poignant. Coman chooses a close 3rd person but incorporates a distinct narrator voice—mature, respectful (similar to the Ramona books but less optimistic). So the voice...
Alicia’s Best Friends and Simon and Molly Plus Hester by Lisa Jahn-Clough are two of my favorite picture books and here's why...