Saturday, 12 September 2015

eBooks vs. Audio Books vs. Actual Books


All readers are well-acquainted with the struggle of deciding which format is best for their next book bargain. It may seem like such a shallow problem (they’re all books, you might say, they all have the same story) but, speaking from experience, sometimes reading a book in the wrong format sucks. I once downloaded Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children on my Kindle only to discover that its beautiful black-and-white photographs wouldn’t show up in the ebook format (many tears were shed that night). And of course, listening to a book with illustrations totally defeats the point.

A lot of people tend to ask me which format I recommend, which is dumb, because everybody has a personal preference. Just because I like mermaids more than unicorns doesn’t mean that unicorns aren’t badass, right? Right. And all formats have their benefits! I’m not about to tell anybody that they must only ever read hardback books, because they’ll run out of money for food and then they’ll literally have to live on words alone. (This is a serious issue. Guys, please don’t ever eat your books. Contrary to popular belief, eating a page out of The 5th Wave won’t help you survive the apocalypse.)

But because I love being an opinionated reader, I’ll share my thoughts on all three formats without necessarily choosing the best one. That way I can’t be blamed for ruining somebody’s life.


eBooks


Ebooks are the best technological invention of the decade (other than e-readers, obviously, and also those reading lights you can clip onto your glasses). Do you frequently find yourself seeking intellectual stimulation whilst aimlessly scrolling through your cellphone in public? Look no further than an ebook! You can read it on your phone! You can read it on your tablet, iPad, iPod, Kindle! Even your watch! (All right that one’s a lie, but one day…) Seriously, ebooks are awesome. They’re cheap, immediate and image-friendly – no more worries about appearing “nerdy” or “weird” in public because you’re hauling around a suitcase filled with all your favourite books, because now you can keep them all in the wondrous digital cloud!

Downside of owning only e-books: When we have a solar flare and all our technology gets wiped out, you won’t be able to read ever again. Sorry. I’m sure as hell not sharing my precious few paperbacks when you’re bored and looking for a way to escape from the reality of a dystopian world through contemporary YA fiction. (Ha. That’s so ironic it’s almost an awesome concept. Someone write a book, quickly.)

Audio Books


Up until recently, I flat out refused to listen to audio books. “I’m a reader,” I would argue, “not a listener.” Well, clearly I was missing out. The beauty of an audio book is simple: they are perfect for multitasking purposes. You can paint your nails, cook dinner, play rugby, type up an essay, sleep, eat dinner with your family, sit in a lecture, or even read another book, all whilst listening to your audio book. That’s not to say that you should – playing rugby while you listen to a romance novel doesn’t sound all that safe. Imagine if you started crying during the match because your favourite character died? You’d probably be given a red card.

Also, audio books are awesome if you’ve always wanted to live inside the story. You can pretend that the voice is narrating your own story – you can become the protagonist. Sure, you might get yourself sent to an asylum, but you’re Celaena Sardothien, now. You’ll find a way out, right?

Downside of owning only audio books: I’m not going to lie, sometimes the voices get annoying. Not only because you’re literally hearing strange voices in your head for eight hours at a time or more, but also because sometimes those voices get annoying. I mean that in the least offensive way possible. Sometimes, I’ll be listening to a book, and the woman reading it will have an amazing accent. Then instead of focusing on the story, I’ll start trying to figure out where she’s from, and how I can get her accent (South African accents suck. We sound like we’ve swallowed ducks that are stuck in our throats and are speaking in unison with us. I’m always trying to give myself a nonchalant British accent, and failing miserably, but audio books are helping me learn).

Paperbacks and Hardbacks


I know this sounds terrible, but I’m incredibly vain when it comes to purchasing books. As in, I am perfectly willing to spend an absolute fortune on a paperback or hardback book just so that I can admire how beautiful it looks on my bookshelf. Other bloggers have pointed out that physical copies also just look way better in their booklr and bookstagram photos, and I say I have to agree. Trying to arrange a cellphone in an aesthetic position next to a bunch of flowers just doesn’t give the same vibe as a pretty paperback covered in autumn leaves or whatever. Then there’s that irreproducible feeling of getting books in the mail, especially after you’ve been anticipating their arrival for months. And the way a paperback smells, even when it’s old and dusty and falling to pieces. And the way you can pile them around you to make an impenetrable fort of literature.

Downside of owning only physical books: People can ask to borrow them, and then you have to come to terms with the prospect of somebody breaking the spine, or dogearing the pages. Or worse, they don’t give it back, and then it’s lost forever. These are the things that keep me up at night.



What do you think? Do you prefer listening to books or reading them? And is it better to keep a physical copy just in case the apocalypse wipes out your e-reader, or are ebooks just more convenient?

Saturday, 5 September 2015

‘The Accident Season’ by Moira Fowley-Doyle

Book details

Genre: YA, Magical Realism
Publisher: Corgi Childrens
ISBN: 9780552571302

Synopsis


It's the accident season, the same time every year. Bones break, skin tears, bruises bloom.

The accident season has been part of seventeen-year-old Cara's life for as long as she can remember. Towards the end of October, foreshadowed by the deaths of many relatives before them, Cara's family becomes inexplicably accident-prone. They banish knives to locked drawers, cover sharp table edges with padding, switch off electrical items - but injuries follow wherever they go, and the accident season becomes an ever-growing obsession and fear.

But why are they so cursed? And how can they break free?


Review


This novel is flawless.

I feel like Moira Fowley-Doyle grabbed my hand tight and led me through the darkest shadows of myself to rediscover the wild part of my soul. Reading The Accident Season made me feel alive – it was like she wove a spell through her words that made me want to read and live recklessly. All at once, I wanted to run outside and look for the magic in the world, because finishing her novel helped me to believe it was out there somewhere.

No other book has made me feel that way in a very long time.

Darkness seems to pulse through Fowley-Doyle’s characters. They are dangerous, they are broken, but they’re also so real. They are lost, tearing up their own lives in a misguided attempt to find their place in the world. Although Cara narrates the entire novel, I felt as though I knew each and every character personally, and in part that’s what made this novel so utterly haunting. Charming, wild Bea who radiates energy and fire; calculating Alice whose past clutches onto her present; quiet Sam, afraid of himself and hiding in the shadows; and Cara, who chases after nightmares. And their relationship is also just brilliant. Despite their striking differences and individual problems, they never fail to link arms and march on through their pain.

Oh, and the pain they suffer through… Cara, Sam, Alice and their mother Melanie become accident-prone every October. Nobody understands why, but the accident season can be deadly, and this time Bea’s tarot cards have predicted an outcome even worse than the usual cuts, bruises and broken bones. Initially, I found this premise enthralling, but the author weaves in contemporary, mysterious and paranormal features that made my head spin in the best way possible. I’d never delved into Magical Realism as a genre before, but it’s delightfully bizarre – a dark and twisted reality is created by treating magical occurrences as the norm. Cara catches glimpses of her own imaginings in the real world, but the author writes as though they are actually there. Paranormal creatures come out to play in the dark of the night, but while they could simply be metaphors there’s a suggestion they’re real. The effect is exhilarating.

But The Accident Season becomes a masterpiece because of its author’s writing style. The experience of reading it was simply intoxicating – I felt like I was drunk on a magical concoction of sadness and ethereal beauty. The story flowed as smoothly yet wildly as dancers in a trance. There’s really no other way to describe it. Fowley-Doyle’s words are raw with emotion, tumbling across the page recklessly and effortlessly, but simultaneously stunning in its poetic imagery. “Singed, singe, sing, sang, song. Our pain is a song. It opens us out and drops pebbles of truth inside us and then it sews us back up again.”

The Accident Season is wonderfully weird, with equal parts creepiness and beauty woven into its storyline.  Moira Fowley-Doyle’s writing is wildly addictive, and I can’t wait to read her next novel.


Rating: 5/5
Recommended to: Readers with a forgotten dark side.

The Last Word


I don’t know how this book doesn’t have a five-star average rating on Goodreads. It’s one of those novels I’m going to force all my friends to read. I’ll probably reread a billion times. It’s absolutely incredible.

I mean, look at this:

“Rain falls on the keys like it’s going to type out its own secrets. I would read them aloud but I don’t speak the language of the rain. I’m not even sure I can understand the river any more. It roars on beside me but it doesn’t whisper my secrets back at me, and it doesn’t call my name. Maybe it never really did.”


Just beautiful.

Thursday, 3 September 2015

ARC: 'Shattered Blue' by Lauren Bird Horowitz

Book details

Genre: YA Fantasy
Series: The Light Trilogy, #1
Publisher: Skyskape
ISBN: 9781503949973
Release Date: 15 September 2015

Synopsis


For Noa and Callum, being together is dangerous, even deadly. From the start, sixteen-year-old Noa senses that the mysterious transfer student to her Monterey boarding school is different. Callum unnerves and intrigues her, and even as she struggles through family tragedy, she’s irresistibly drawn to him. Soon they are bound by his deepest secret: Callum is Fae, banished from another world after a loss hauntingly similar to her own.

But in Noa’s world, Callum needs a special human energy, Light, to survive; his body steals it through touch—or a kiss. And Callum’s not the only Fae on the hunt. When Callum is taken, Noa must decide: Will she sacrifice everything to save him? Even if it means learning their love may not be what she thought?


Review


I received an advance reading copy of this book from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. This has in no way influenced my opinion on the novel or its author.

The first few pages of this book were like finding the rabbit hole that leads to Wonderland – tremendously exciting. I was so blinded by anticipation of what I might find at the end that I didn’t stop to check that my expectations were realistic. I dove straight in.

Then, just like falling through the White Rabbit’s massive dark hole, it began a downwards spiral. Not in a good way. The fall was long and boring – until big things, like chairs and tables, started randomly springing up and knocking the wind out of me as I tumbled through the air with nothing to cling to. And suddenly – BAM – I hit the bottom of the rabbit hole.

But I realised it wasn't Wonderland. Instead, I was sitting in a dark cave with piles of broken climaxes and snapped plot twists lying all over the place. And there was a funny smell in the air. Like rot and instalove.

I can understand why so many people love this novel as much as they do. Horowitz is a lovely writer, and her talent for world-building is exceptional – I really enjoyed the way she painted a vision of Aurora, the Fae world, without ever actually having her characters take the reader there. The way she developed Colour Fae and Clear Fae was intriguing, and such a creative twist on the faery legend. I was also mesmerized for the whole of Part One, drinking in Noa’s beautiful poetry and wanting to linger in her mind forever.

But when Callum entered the scene, things seemed to fall apart.

The first issue I had was that Noa seemed to fall in love with Callum mere seconds after meeting him. They literally had that horrid clichéd moment where their eyes meet and they fall into some love-trance. Not only that, but as soon as Noa enters Callum’s presence, she immediately becomes a damsel in distress. For somebody who showed such potential as a strong, fierce superhero at the beginning of her story, she really let me down.

This wouldn’t have put me off so much, except that things only got worse as the story progressed. Significantly less plotting seemed to go into the second half of the book, and then suddenly the author tore up her entire story at the end as if even she didn’t like the explanations she’d come up with in the middle. Everything was hastily torn apart and thrown back together in a single, clumsy final chapter, only to be destroyed once again in the epilogue. I had to read the last two chapters three times before anything made sense.

I would recommend giving Shattered Blue a chance, because there really are some charming aspects to it. But if you get itchy in the presence of love triangles, shaky plot twists, instalove and weak heroines, beware. 


Rating: 3/5
Recommended to: Readers of Wings by Aprilynne Pike, and lovers of badass fairies.

The Last Word


Spoiler Alert.

I don’t hate love triangles. After reading The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare, I’ve made my peace with them, because sometimes it can actually add to the overall feeling of tension and excitement in a novel.

But love triangles between brothers?


That is so not okay. Firstly, if you picked the older one first but later decide you have feelings for the younger one, tough luck. I don’t care how desperately in love you are with both of them – you stick by the older one and don't even touch the younger brother, because you will cause some massive family feud (especially if there are already some massive unsolved issues regarding unrequited love in that family), which could potentially result in the end of your world, if you’re Noa.


I don’t even want to know who she’s going to end up with. I can’t deal with that amount of stress in my life right now.

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

Six reasons why September is going to slaughter me slowly

It’s not even 48 hours into September and I’m already blasting Greenday’s Wake Me Up When September Ends, resisting the urge to lie on my bedroom floor and descend into yet another existential crisis.

I’ve always hated September, but that stems from a prepubescent impatience for a) my birthday in October, b) the end of the school year in December, and c) Christmas – all of which seem horrifically close but oh so far away when September finally rolls around. Plus, here in South Africa, September is technically the beginning of spring, but just as you’re about to pull on your cute flowery dresses and sun hats, a cold front hits you like that freak snowstorm in Frozen.

Don’t even get me started on the pollen that can work its way into your very soul and turn your insides to dust.

But this September is different. This September marks the Beginning of the End.

I’ve come up with six reasons why I might not make it through this month, just in case I suddenly drop out of cyberspace and then mysteriously reemerge as an extra in the new season of The Walking Dead. Then at least you’ll have a list of people to sue (or thank) if I don’t make it.

1. I start my last two-and-a-half months of high school in just under a week. I imagine that this journey will be like that period just before the apocalypse when the sun blacks out and everybody’s panicking and waiting to die (finals), which is why I’ve now started referring to it as “Darkness Rising”. And stage one of Darkness Rising (September) is the in-between phase when, even though buildings are crumbling and people are dying, you’re still expected to go to school and turn in a gazillion projects (but keep in mind you should be studying for finals, too. When? Nobody knows. Find a way to create time).


2. Because I was convinced that some extra-terrestrial force would somehow prevent my school’s reopening next week, I’ve barely started any of the assignments I’m supposed to complete. Even now, when I know I should be working, I’m debating what book I should read once I’ve posted this blog.


3. That’s another issue. I have so much I want to read. I don’t have time for silly mundane things like schoolwork. I have a pile of fifteen books next to my bed that I planned to read before the end of the holidays, and then a whole library of unread ebooks on my Kindle, a couple of ARCs that I still haven’t gotten around to reading, and a bunch of titles I requested on Netgalley.


4. To make it worse, yesterday pretty much every single other book on my TBR shelf was released, and I’ve had to physically restrain myself from running out to the nearest bookstore to spend the rest of my dwindling book-funds on them. Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon, Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas (although I still need to catch up on the rest of the series, preferably before I see any more spoilers online), A Curious Tale of the Inbetween by Lauren DeStephano, Earthrise by Aprilynne Pike… To those authors, do you want me to die?


5. Four words: final music practical exam.

Me, realising I still have no idea what I'm doing after 12 years
of piano lessons.

6. Illuminae by Jay Kristoff and Amie Kaufman comes out in October, and if anything it’s the only thing keeping me tied down to this earth at the moment. But it’s also slowly killing me because I’m so desperate to get my hands on a copy. I refuse to request it on Netgalley because then I know I won’t get any work done. So I’ll just wait here, dodging spoilers from bloggers who’ve read the ARC like it’s my job.




But in all seriousness, from next week onwards I’ll be even less active than usual, so bear with me. I’ll try schedule a couple of posts so that I don’t completely drop off the grid like last time. In the meantime, happy reading to the readers, happy blogging to the bloggers, and to those who don’t do either, happy doing what you do.