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Close Encounters of the Book Kind

Close Encounters of the Third Kind, yes, that classic Steven Spielberg movie, I didn’t realise was also a book.

Not sure which came first but either way I throughly enjoyed diving into the film in my brain and reliving a masterpiece of a story all over again.

Close Encounter of the First Kind: Sighting of a UFO
Close Encounter of the Second Kind: Physical evidence
Close Encounter of the Third Kind: Contact

Earth’s greatest adventure had begun. The world was being readied for…Close Encounters of the Third Kind. It meant the beginning of the most dramatic event in the history of the world. It will lead to the inescapable conclusion: WE ARE NOT ALONE

If you’re unaware of the plot this cracking sci-fi story has to offer; it’s about aliens. Weird sightings and odd happenings occur, mostly, across America, where it’s set. We’re introduced to a bunch of different people, from professional alien researchers, to normal ordinary Americans, on their quest to find out what is happening and who they are. I know, that’s a very vague explanation but for good reason as I don’t want to give too much away, and urge you to either read or watch it.

The book is completely accurate to the plot of the film which makes me believe it was published after, or Mr Spielberg stuck very closely to his vision. It was nothing more, nothing less, just a fantastic story, written in such a way that you could imagine it on screen, obviously.

I haven’t seen the movie in a long time, I could only remember snippets of it when I started reading the novel, but having the actors I knew playing the characters in my head helped, surprisingly. In that way it was easy to envisage, the reader delved straight into it, no hesitation. The only thing that makes me believe the book came before the big screen was how little the characters were described, open to multiple different actors, and how Spielberg would have had to have written the plot out in great detail anyway.

Whether you’ve seen the film or not, I highly recommend finding a copy in a second hand book shop, or your gran’s attic. As a sci-fi lover myself, I couldn’t put it down. Just a fantastic classic plot, which I can’t find fault in.

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A Man Booker Shortlister totally deserving of it’s praise.

A few years ago my mother told me that she used to enjoy getting all the books shortlisted for the Man Booker prize as gifts. I liked the idea of reading them all, so had, in the back of my head, that I should do just that the next opportunity I get. Then arrives NetGalley offering the 2017 International shortlist for review – fab!

Samantha Schweblin’s Fever Dream was presented with a snippet attached of the first handful of pages. I was hooked only paragraphs in and had to get my hands on it as soon as possible. Set in, and surrounding, a mirage like town in rural Argentina, the whole book is simply a conversation between Amanda and David as they try to figure out the seemingly innocent events of the days before. What led up to her being in a hospital bed, without her daughter, being asked questions by a young boy she had been told was dangerous?

Confusing and surreal, with a tinge of superstition, almost verging on paranormal, Schweblin increases the tension with each paragraph. With no chapters and no breaks, you won’t leave the pages, left in constant worry that you can’t see what’s wrong either, that you’ve missed the crucial detail too, the ‘most important thing’.

It’s a short novel, so I don’t want to explain too much and give away the plot. I only recommend you read it. It’s worrying, thought provoking, an eye opener into how aware we actually are. How much can we save our loved ones from when we can’t see the problem?

I received a free e-copy from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review
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She seems like a good egg.

I was in Waterstones, naturally wanting to buy books. Pristinely white, almost glowing was Sue Perkins Spectacles, beautiful perched on the buy one get one half price table. Upon reading the blurb, which I try not to judge the book on (I do – as I also do the cover, yes, awful), it pleased me greatly that it wasn’t a hyperboled summary of Perkins life. Instead an extract, a mini intro and in no way exaggerated or made to be extra funny. A perfect start to a consistently brilliant book.

Haven’t read many biographies. Actually, thinking about it, I don’t think I’d read any. Not because I don’t like them, I just hadn’t found someone I was interested enough in, or that seemed to have an interesting enough life to read about. Am I shallow and judgemental? Yes, apparently so. Sue me, ‘scuse the pun.

I’d stumbled upon Ms Perkins, pre-my bake off viewing, on the final episode of a show with Liza Tarbuck where they’d road tripped across somewhere hot and smelly. Instantly likeable, I was chuffed to discover both Mel and Sue on bake off, and Tarbuck’s Beeb Radio 2 show. Joyed me even more that they were all actually funny, it wasn’t just a fluke. Spectacles was no exception.

In which only the best comedic writers can, Perkins had me crying multiple times, guffawing out loud then bursting into a fit of laughter, before crying again. It’s incredibly honest, detailed and personal, but not enough that you’re learning irrelevant information or feel as if you’re prying. She doesn’t over-share. Just the right amount of hilarious tangents and asides, as well as the mocking of her own flaws, the go-to for comedians. However these flaws weren’t necessarily funny just painfully true. Something very heart wrenching about it that I felt I connected a lot more with her. She isn’t perfect, as no one is, but I wanted to thank her for showing that.

A very interesting person who has led a interesting life, seems I found my ideal. Written like she’s your intelligent best mate relaying these stories to you in a cosy pub; I now genuinely would like to be her friend. For someone who hasn’t read biographies before, Spectacles has definitely converted me. My only worry is that I may not find another equally fantastic memoir to read. I doubt there’ll be another celebrity one nearly as enjoyable, let alone beautifully written. Highly recommend.

Grab yourself a copy

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I’m not really overly keen on books purely about love so anything classed as a ‘love story’ tends to put me off before I start. But this isn’t just a love story…

I was aware of the success of All The Bright Places, but having not read any Jennifer Niven before this, I had no expectations. Purposely didn’t read many reviews; just decided to start and see where Holding Up The Universe would take me.

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Libby and Jack are both coping with different mental health issues. A few years ago Libby’s mother passed away. In the immense grief Libby turned to food and began over eating to an extremely unhealthy level meaning she had to be craned out of her own house. Much to the delight of the school bullies when she returns, still labelled as America’s Fattest Teen (though lost a lot of weight), it’s no surprise she suffers from anxiety attacks, who wouldn’t? But how she deals with school life, self confidence, and being true to herself is definitely something to admire. Young Adult novels need more main female characters who don’t need to be rescued, which was beautifully and ironically shown in Holding Up The Universe.

Jack, on the other hand, is much more insecure than he lets on. With a condition called Prosopagnosia (the inability to recognise faces) he’s constantly battling to identify his classmates, his girlfriend, even his family, but he hasn’t told anyone. Still managing to have a bucket full of swag, he just about gets away with it, until he doesn’t. He makes some awful decisions to keep up appearances but doesn’t even recognise himself, metaphorically and literally. It was fascinating and heart breaking to be inside Jack’s head. It’s evident that Niven has researched a lot about Prosopagnosia and I feel executed it well. If anything shining a light on the condition that 2% of the population, millions of people, are dealing with every day.

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Something I usually get annoyed with when reading romance is the stereotypical love at first sight. Or one character is already head over heels, with the reader waiting to see if the one they’re swooning over likes them back. Especially young adult books, it’s all so pathetically teenager-y and mostly lust driven- that kind of love really doesn’t interest me. However, in this, Jack and Libby grew with each other, which felt more realistic than other YA books I’ve read. Pairing both of what Jack and Libby are dealing with with the usual stereotypical acceptance issues of school life, it was cringey but also heart warming to watch them develop, as people, as friends.

Love didn’t come until later and that felt realistic. Plus it wasn’t clean cut “I like you” “ditto” done, it was messy, involved other people and was confusing; like far too many school relationships are. Mind you, there was still a ‘together forever’ attitude, as if that’s it; they’ll get married, they fit so perfectly nothing could go wrong, which I wasn’t so keen on. But I did like how they didn’t complete each other, they found their own happiness themselves. They’re road to self discovery, confidence and self acceptance was helped with the support of one another but it wasn’t because they were with each other that it developed. They didn’t rely on it. It meant that they could have just been really good friends and still would’ve grown as much as they did.

Niven was under scrutiny for portraying characters, especially Libby, that seemed a bit far fetched and possibly offensive. Although I neither suffer with Prosopagnosia or have ever been overweight, so may not be deemed the best judge of this, I felt the characters were true to life. There are people that do deal with both of these issues, just because they are a smaller percentage of the population doesn’t mean they can’t be represented in novels. I think it brave of Niven to write about them and personally think she did a wonderful job.

Ultimately Holding Up The Universe is about who you are inside, and staying true to that person, and any story that has that message is good in my book.

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Review // The Wolf Road – Beth Lewis

Wow, I thoroughly enjoyed Beth LewisThe Wolf Road. I feel as if I could take on bear, but in reality I’d struggle to make a trap to catch a rabbit. Ha, this whole book showed me how very out of tune I am with nature, despite me living in the middle of nowhere on a farm. Need more dirt on my face dammit and a nice knife.

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We had rules a’living…
Don’t ask no questions. Don’t wander out a’ sight a’ the hut. Don’t take to no people ’bout him.
Any lie can turn in to the truth if you believe it long enough.

Written in Elka’s accent her words immediately transport you to . Her phrasing, her word choice, her storytelling was perfect in creating clear images of forest huts, poison lakes, thundering storms and the smell of wood fires. It made my heart ache to be out and doing things, I don’t know what, but I really wanted dappled sunlight on my back whilst I carved wood or something, just me and the forest, surrounded by the scent of pine trees. I loved reading phrases to anyone who would listen just of the way Elka described things because they were quirky, or made me laugh. Seen as there was mention of the Yukon, I think it’s set in British Columbia or “BeeCee” as it’s referred to, so she would have a Canadian accent. But not being one to have spoken recently with someone with a BC accent, amusingly, the voice in my head reading Elka’s words was from Yorkshire. But that’s totally my weird brain, not anything to do with the writing (very much not the accent I’m sure Lewis was going for, I’m sure, sorry). In terms of when it is set though, I’m not sure. Could be post apocalyptic wild west as there was mention of possible nuclear bombs, but it could also be set in an alternate late 1800’s. I don’t know, my history of North America is not great but it’s not that important to the plot, more the setting, and that really isn’t hard to picture.

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You follow Elka on her adventures to find her parents, which sounds sappy and light hearted but I said that on purpose because it amused me how nice that sounds when it really isn’t. Her parents left her with her Nana when she was a baby to go find a fortune of Yukon gold. Seven years later, they’ve only sent one letter, and she’s not much enjoying the company of her Nana, who really doesn’t get how much she likes being outside. So when a tornado or ‘thunderhead’ hits, sending her flying, practically landing at the feet of a bloke she names Trapper, who lives in the forest and fends for himself, she doesn’t look back. He’s the father she never had and for ten years he teaches her everything he knows about successfully living in the wilderness. Turns out he’s a nasty piece of work, and is wanted for murder, so she runs away with the idea of going to find her parents in the north. But her face is next to his on the wanted posters and Magistrate Lyon isn’t far behind. Suddenly she’s the one that’s being hunted. Adventures ensue, as you can imagine. It’s sinister and disturbing, but with a humorous edge, and I absolutely loved it.

Trapper was my family even though I didn’t know a sure thing about him…Trapper was the kind a’ family you choose for yourself, the kind that gets closer’n blood.
He was what I chose and I chose wrong.

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Must admit there was a couple times when it felt like the plot had taken an unrealistic turn, “She can’t really be that blind to what’s happening?”, but that was the point. She’d been living in the woods for the best part of 18 years, more in touch with nature, better friends with a wolf. Was what I liked about her though, how in tune she was with the forest, how she sensed things by the way it behaved around her. It’s that instinct that we lack in the 21st century with all our wonderful technology and warm houses, we’ve lost our roots to nature, but reading this felt like I’d gained a little back. I was with Elka building a smoke house, I was with her trekking the forest hoping she wouldn’t be found, heck I’m vegetarian, but I was with her gutting a fish. Eager for her to do the right thing, to get free of her dark past, I was gripped by her story and her view of the world.

Raw, gritty, captivating and laced with a tinge of humour, I felt more human for reading The Wolf Road. But that feeling of being watched always lingered too long after I’d closed the book.

Definitely recommend you pick up a copy of the extraordinary flipping début novel when it comes out in the UK on the 30th of June 2016, and US July 5th 2016!

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Black Eyed Susans were such pretty flowers…

besBeen reading a few crime/thrillers/murder mysteries recently; little bit of Dr Kay Scarpetta, dash of Peter Robinson and yeah, okay, Lee Child. Particularly enjoying anything where you get to see behind the scenes of the case. The forensics, the psychology, the profiling.

I enjoy puzzle solving, always have. I relish on figuring out whodunnit, and if I can say so myself, I’ve gotten reasonably good at it. Problem with that is I ruin the story for myself if I guess correctly. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not claiming that if you invited me to give my insight on an unsolvable case I’d crack it in half an hour. The cases I’m solving are glamorised, they can only tell their full story in 300 pages, in two hours of BBC prime time; there is only so much information they can give you. But having watched so many police dramas I’ve figured a pattern and can hazard an educated guess half way through a 12 part series, even earlier if it’s dumbed down for an audience.

So I judged Julia Heaberlin‘s ‘Black Eyed Susans by it’s cover and glanced over the reviews on Goodreads, deeming it a possible intriguing read and one that I hopefully wouldn’t suspect the killer straight away. It was, and I didn’t…for a while.

You join a 16 year old Tessa in 1995 after the trauma of being left to die with a couple skeletons and a corpse in a grave of flowers, in the days leading up to the trial of a man thought to have committed the crimes, relaying (or not) to her psychiatrist the confusing, mixed up things going on inside her head as she attempts sifting her way through a fog of blindness, trying to recall what happened that day.

With alternating chapters between 1995 and ‘present day’ (seventeen years later) Tessa; the mother, the artist, the surviving Black Eyed Susan is having second thoughts over whether the accused man, living on death row with only a few months left, is the killer. Someone has planted Black Eyed Susans under her window and she convinced it’s her monster.

I can’t fault the suspense or desire to know what happened, I was finding time in my day to squeeze a few chapters in, however I’d use the term thriller loosely. It wasn’t a fast paced, car chase, edge of seat thrill. It was a slowish build at the beginning, which others would consider irritating, but completely necessary to build the foundations of the plot. It purposely eased you into the weird world of Tessa, which you can’t just throw at someone, you have to try to understand her, she was odd, her family was odd, her friend was odd. It disguised itself as quirky Luna Lovegood-esk unusualness with a heavy dose of sarcasm, but it’s much darker and Tessa is not okay. She’s dancing with the illusion of normality although it becomes apparent she’s in fact drowning in confusion, lost in solving the seventeen year old mystery where nothing makes sense. It took me a second to understand the reasoning for some of the decisions she makes, as to me, they didn’t seem logical, but she was only trying to protect everyone, even though she was the victim. I really liked her, both old(er) and young, in all her weirdness.

Overall I enjoyed and liked it, written brilliantly and I completely related to the characters. I was immersed and am happy to recommend it to anyone who fancies a not so straight forward mystery. The creepiness was brilliantly creepy, I was definitely feeling that, however the shocks, for some reason, didn’t shock me, which was sad. I guessed a couple just a few pages before they happened which means I’d probably mentally prepared myself. I wasn’t looking wide eyed at the words mouthing ‘No’ but I’m pleased I didn’t anticipate the whole ending five pages in. In fact I didn’t fully realise the extent of the oddness I felt halfway through would end so dramatically. Definitely didn’t guess that ending. But still, it didn’t shock me.

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my reading pile

I’m experiencing one of those common bookish problems where I can’t seem to settle on reading one book. I could contradict myself in saying there will, and always will, be a book that I’ve started reading, placed a bookmark in, and begun reading something else. But there’s always one book that takes all your time. Even though you have a large pile of books containing numerous amounts of bookmarks stacked next to you, in my experience, there is always one you reach for first.

Sadly, I am not experiencing that now.

I have at least four books on the go at the moment and am finding it difficult to decide which to read the next chapter of. It’s not that I’m struggling to connect with them, I’m enjoying each one and I’m hooked, which I think is the problem. I want to find out what happens in these books but obviously as I only possess two eyes and not enough focus to concentrate on two plot lines simultaneously (which I’m not sure is possible anyway. Imagine trying to watch two films at the same time on two screens next to each other, my brain would melt) I can’t do it and in a weird twist this is stopping me from reading any of them at all.

It’s a hard life being a book nerd.

What books are on your reading pile? Do you have any fighting over gaining your attention?

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i’ve developed a curse…

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Treated myself to a few books recently…twenty-three of them.

So I’ve been travelling a bit and seem to get drawn to charity and book shops. But I’m also pretty lucky to have a particular Community shop in my local village, Scotland’s National Book Town, where they’re selling paperbacks for 50p, 3 for a quid. Which yes, is crazy but utterly wonderful for me.

Across the road is one of my favourite places. The Bookshop. The largest second hand bookshop in Scotland. As well as multiple other bookshops all over the town. It’s cute. I love living here and whilst I’m raving about Wigtown, might as well drop in that we have an annual Book Festival too, which as well, is wonderful.

So, anyway, I’ve been purchasing a ton of books. It has become a small problem, almost a curse, that I physically cannot go into town without coming back with a book. As well as picking up the odd one in other little bookshops or sales on my travels, I’ve definitely grown a collection, that is starting to overrun the house, resulting in having to let go of a few prime spaces on my shelf to make room.

So without further ado, I introduce you.

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Everyday – David Levithan
Never pass up a David Levithan.

Oh Dear Silvia – Dawn French
Ahem, Dawn French. I will die laughing.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrel – Susanna Clarke
Intriguing 19th century magic and ego battles.

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Neverwhere – Neil Gaiman
Also never pass up a Neil Gaiman

The Name of the Wind – Patrick Rothfuss
In all honesty, it looked pretty.

The Bridge – Iain Banks
The Crow Road – Iain Banks
Gotten into a bit of crime/thriller novels and Father recommended Iain Banks.

Jack Reacher One Shot – Lee Child
Excusing Tom Cruise on the front, as apparently “Lee Child is a very good crime writer” and the extremely long Jack Reacher series is worth reading.

The Yard – Alex Grecian
The Black Country – Alex Grecian
Just after Jack the Ripper, Victorian mystery/crime. Picked up because I rather enjoy BBC’s Ripper Street.

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The Blade Itself, Before They are Hanged, Last Argument of Kinds –
Joe Abercrombie
Fancied some fantasy, medival fantasy.

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Equinox – Michael White

Innocent Mage – Karen Miller
First in the Kingmaker, Kingbreaker series. Magic and stuff.

The Hammer of God, The Riven Kingdom – Karen Miller
Second and Third in the Godspeed trilogy. I accidentally thought they were the sequels to Innocent Mage. But sound equally as interesting.

The Righteous Men – Sam Bourne
Likened to Dan Brown and reviews say better than the Da Vinci Code. Since my rather recent new love of Dan Brown, I had to.

Trading Reality – Michael Ridpath
Blurb reminded me of a TV series I enjoyed last year about being stuck in a virtual world.

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Angels and Demons, The Da Vinci Code, Deception Point, Digital Fortress – Dan Brown

Decided, on a whim, that I needed to engrose my brain with more exciting, gripping reading material. Spotted these in the wonderful community shop, perfect. Just finished reading Angels and Demons, enjoyed it. So working my way through all four.

 

Pretty chuffed as I have a few months off over winter. Although they will mostly be filled with writing and making music, now have fresh new books to delve into too. Huzzah!

Read any of these? What are your thoughts? What do you recommend I read next?

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Been doing a tad bit of travelling recently (thanks to my other life) and aside from discovering new places one of my favourite perks of visiting new areas is stumbling upon the quaintest of shops. Do love myself a brilliant charity shop but the most thrilling yet calming place to find, of course, is a bookshop. Yesyesyes.

Picked up Massive in ‘The Old Bookshelf’ which resides down a side street in Campbeltown. It’s a quaint little bookshop with teeny aisles crammed utterly full to the brim of books and thinking back I wish that I’d spent more time in there enjoying the old book smell…

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“I’m fat,” I hear myself saying. I look in the mirror. My face has gone hot and red; I feel like I’m going to explode. “I’m fat.” It sizzles under my skin, puffing me up, pushing me out, making me massive.Weight has always been a big issue in Carmen’s life. How could it not? Her mom is obsessed with the idea that thin equals beautiful, thin equals successful, thin equals the way to get what you want. Carmen knows that as far as her mom is concerned, there is only one option: be thin.When her mother sweeps her off to live in the city, Carmen finds that her old world is disappearing. As her life spirals out of control Carmen begins to take charge of the only thing she can — what she eats. If she were thin, very thin, could it all be different?

 
 

I’d describe Massive as a slice of life. A year or half a year chunk of following, in this case, 14 year old Carmen, go about her business, always dealing with a constant, numbing problem with no real resolving ending. It was an odd read. Not the kind of book that makes you feel good and once finished there was a definite sour aftertaste. I’m still unsure whether that lingering feeling was a reminder to help me see the world differently or whether I just didn’t like the book at all.

I tend to enjoy gritty, real life story lines and something like Massive with a crazy, controlling and heavily anorexic character as Carmen’s mother seemed to, for whatever reason, appeal to me. It had that Tracy Beaker-esk mother:daughter relationship going on right from the beginning with the not really caring for your child or telling her anything important like I’m leaving your step dad for no real reason and moving you to a new city as, ha, obviously ‘she won’t understand’ yet acting like you want to be her best friend.

That’s really the story. Carmen’s mother drags her to live in Birmingham away from Brian, her step dad, without any warning to either of them, to start this new life and a job she claims she deserves. All the pressure of moving into a new house, getting accustom to a new school, and suddenly being introduced and dumped on a family she hardly knows, Carmen finds herself absorbing and believing all the utter rubbish her mother comes out with. It’s sad really, it felt like watching a train wreck.

In regards to the development of the characters, they felt rather bland, there didn’t feel like we got much depth and they didn’t really evolve. The characters themselves were shallow people but it felt like Carmen didn’t have a personality at all, just floated along blending in with everything else. I only felt sorry for her a handful of times and as I didn’t get to know her there was no chance to develop a connection so when problems arose, when I should’ve cared, I didn’t (is that mean? that’s mean right?). It wasn’t far in I just accepted that there was no saving her, she wasn’t okay and nobody was coming to the rescue of her or her mother. Guess one could argue that’s real life but it’s all rather grim.

The ‘trauma’ of it all ended rather abruptly on a weird, disturbing note and though I really did want to like it, it just didn’t sit right. Eating disorders can be an amazingly dark topic and I so wanted this to be brilliant. With so much promise, and all the right incentive it could’ve been something so much more impactful however I feel it just wasn’t quite executed well.

But do not fear! On a slightly happier note, really do like the cover artwork 😉

There you go, kind of travelling review done.
Tell me what you think of Massive in the comments. What’s your view?

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Bad-ass sword wielding heroine alert!
Lovely Jennifer has sent me the first in the Daughters of Lilith series, Thrall, to review so I’m utterly excited to get my teeth into this series. Loving these covers, apparently Quintenz did them herself, how cool?!

Sacrifice (Daughters of Lilith: Book 3) by Jennifer Quintenz

So this is it, fans of Braedyn Murphy, the wait is almost over! Sacrifice, the third book in the Daughters of Lilith series, will be released on January 31, 2014, TOMORROW!

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Just when Braedyn Murphy thought she understood the danger descending on Puerto Escondido, a new threat arrives. A cult devoted to Lilith has taken up residence in the little town, and when Cassie gets tangled up its intrigue, Braedyn realizes she might have to chose between protecting her friends and stopping Lilith from reclaiming this earth.With her duties to the Guard wearing on her, Braedyn turns to Lucas for solace. Together they wonder if now is the time to claim their one night together—knowing that one night is all they may ever have.

Darker forces have their own plans for Braedyn and the Guard. Braedyn knew this fight could be brutal—but how much can one girl be asked to sacrifice in order to save the world?

 

Praise for Thrall (Book 1)

  • Before you even start this review, put down anything you are doing and go read Thrall. It’s AMAZING! BREATHTAKING! Engaging and smart, Thrall leaves you speechless!Savannah, Books With Bite
  • The writing style is so smooth, yet gripping. Add some good characters, well-paced story and you have something that I like. No, not like. Love… No surprise that “Thrall” gets full five stars and the highest recommendations I can give.Linda, The Fantasy Librarian
  • How do I even begin to put all the crazy, gushy, ramblings in my brain about this book onto paper?!? Where to even begin?….This book is a MUST read!Hooked In A Book review on Amazon
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Jennifer Quintenz is an award-winning film and television writer, author, and graphic novelist. She has written for Twentieth Television, Intrepid Pictures, and Archaia Studios Press. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, son and and two wily cats.
Thrall is her first novel.

 

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Pretty awesome, huh? I love myself a gritty heroine and just LOOK AT THE SWORD THINGY. Honestly wish I was cool enough to know what the proper word for the epic sword thingy is, guess I need to read the book…

(Update: After milling it over is it a katana?)

Go check out the other awesome book covers and get yourself Thrall and Incubus now on Amazon. This is definitely an author and series to look out for!

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