Book Reviews: March 2021 Reads

Readers of Patrick Rothfuss, beware. I’m afraid I didn’t quite enjoy his beloved duology. Certainly, a whole legion of fans can’t be wrong. Then I admit, this may come down to my personal taste that some may be right to call poor. If you choose to read on, you have been warned!

The Name of the Wind/The Wise Man’s Fear (Patrick Rothfuss, 2007 – 2011)
2/5

Name of the Wind Novel

Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man’s will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.

From his childhood that ended in devastating carnage to his teenage years barely scraping through his wizardry studies, brooding innkeeper Kvothe tells of his gradual becoming the notorious myth in The Name of the Wind.

It is the first of 3 days he is telling his tale, each book beginning with every sunrise. For a while, the Kingkiller Chronicle remains intriguing and lives up to the massive expectations built by the praise of Patrick Rothfuss fans.

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Book Reviews: February 2021 Reads

It’s been 3 days since March began and I’ve only just realised it. Is it just me or are the days getting shorter? Here’s me playing catch-up with the good reads last month.

Himself (Jess Kidd, 2017)
5/5

For the dead are always close by in a life like Mahony’s. The dead are drawn to the confused and the unwritten, the damaged and the fractured, to those with big cracks and gaps in their tales, which the dead just yearn to fill. For the dead have secondhand stories to share with you, if you’d only let them get a foot in the door.

A new-to-town stranger, the vanishing of a young woman some decades ago, and a small community weighed down by secrets. Himself has all the makings of a genuinely interesting mystery novel, and then some.

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Book Reviews: January 2021 Reads

I’ve read just four novels in the past two months. Three of which are Robin Hobb’s, whose books I am now obsessed with, and all of which I enjoyed tremendously. How has your reading month been?

Assassin’s Apprentice/Royal Assassin/Assassin’s Quest (Robin Hobb, 1996 – 2002)
5/5

I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.

Trilogies often falter mid-way, but the Farseer series suffers none of that. Robin Hobb’s words enrapture and immerse us into the arduous journey of FitzChivalry, growing up as a lost orphan into a reluctant protagonist whose heroics go unseen in the shadows.

It is everything a fantasy story should be – sprawling, exciting, and moving. There are strong bonds forged and broken, sacrifices made out of complicated love and in silence.

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Book Reviews: November 2020 Reads

It’s almost time for me to start writing my big year-end lists of favourites! That means it may get quieter over here in December as I bury myself deep in my pop culture reflections.

Now, does anyone know where I get an extra 25th hour a day for all these writing, art and music projects that I’ve left hanging…

Set My Heart to Five (Simon Stephenson, 2020)
5/5

I asked Dr Glundenstein if he thought humans and bots could ever understand each other the way Rick Deckard and Roy Batty had come to understand one another.

‘Ha!’ he said. ‘Ha!’ I replied. With hindsight, I really do not know what we were Ha-ing about. Humans and bots failing to understand each other is not funny. It is the great tragedy of our times. At least, it is for us bots.

Jared the Android has become depressed, though he doesn’t quite understand why. He decides to embark on a quest to figure out what his new emotions mean, where the world of cinema becomes his teacher.

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Book Reviews: October 2020 (Spooky) Reads

October wasn’t just about the films. I managed to finish some books, including last month’s read I Am The Messenger, which delivered some much needed optimism in tougher times.

Of course, the Halloween season couldn’t end without some horror novels in the mix. Here are my library picks of the month.

I Am The Messenger (Markus Zusak, 2006)
4/5

Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I finally answer, and I know I’m right. It’s like I’ve been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask.

Ed Kennedy is a 19-year-old cab driver without much hope and thought for his future. That is until playing cards arrive at his doorstep. On the cards are cryptic cyphers that reveal to him names and addresses, only to leave him to figure out what his mission is with them.

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Book Reviews: September 2020 Reads (… and a Preamble to Halloween!)

Our favourite month of the year is here! Well, let’s face it, October isn’t even a real month. It is nothing but days to Halloween, which means a valid excuse for an entire month of horror movies.

While 31 days of consistent posts seems ambitious for me, I have lined up a few reviews for my own teeny horror-thon, Preamble to Halloween. For those of you who have committed to your own Spooktober features, do drop your links below. There’s nothing I love more than reading about my favourite genre.

Back to the books front, it has been a while since I was able to finish 5 in a month. My new Kobo reader, a birthday present to myself, has made late night reads much easier. May the novelty never fade. To my fellow bibliophiles, here are my reads of the month.

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