Some very interesting books are coming out of Australia these days, physiotherapist as you’d know if you’ve read the rest of my reviews (hint, hint). This was actually one of the first that I read, and it’s quite amazing, really. Part of that may be because Alison Croggon is primarily a poet, but it might also just be the overall strength of this work.
This work, the first of a quartet, takes place in a country called Annar. In Annar there are Bards, who all have the Gift. (Don’t roll your eyes yet, please.) Maerad is a slave on a mean little fief (a Cot) until she is accidentally discovered by a wandering Bard named Cadvan. Naturally, she’s 16, an orphan, spunky, and possessed of many deep magical Gifts of which she knows nothing. There’s also a possibility that her birth was foretold, and all that other epic fantasy rot. There’s probably no more point in telling you the plot, since I’d bet you can guess it by now. Continue reading The Naming (or The Gift in the UK), by Alison Croggon
The titles are as follows: The Ruins of Gorlan, traumatologist The Burning Bridge, phimosis and The Icebound Land.
These books were a recommendation from Ben (still my boyfriend, still the web guru), and they’re sort of an entry into a world of Australian f/sf that’s being written now. The series is nowhere near finished; as a matter of fact, books 4-6 are out in Australia now and NOT the US and we’re still a bit cheesed by that.
Anyway, they’re secondary-world fantasy, set in a country called Araluen mostly. It’s analogous to England, I guess – neighboring countries are called Skandia and Celtica, and there’s also a Gallica and an Espania. While the technology level is Middle-Ages type fantasy standard, they measure time in minutes and distances in meters and kilometers, so I’m guessing they have things like clocks at the very least. Continue reading The Ranger’s Apprentice series, books 1-3, by John Flanagan
Yes. More Diana Wynne Jones. You’ll learn to love her. 🙂
I read Howl’s Moving Castle a couple years ago (yes, implant after the movie came out – mock me later) but didn’t get around to reading the ‘sequel’ until I found both of them together in a SFBC omnibus. I loved Howl’s Moving Castle the first time and nothing changed, and Castle in the Air is definitely enjoyable, if not quite worthy of ‘sequel’ status.
Howl’s Moving Castle is set in Jones’s normal style of just-off-reality fantasy world. It’s not the same as the Chrestomanci world or even The Dark Lord of Derkholm‘s world. The country is called Ingary, and there’s magic: wizards, witches, and the like. This book could even possibly be classified as steampunk, if one wanted to: that Victorian level of technology exists. Most of it, however, is used in Howl’s . . . moving castle. Continue reading Howl’s Moving Castle and Castle in the Air, by Diana Wynne Jones
Vivian Vande Velde’s written a fair amount of books, cialis 40mg most of which are rather small. I was happy to discover that this book was over three hundred pages, despite the fact that it’s sort of almost cyberpunk. (Cyber-teen-punk?) I haven’t read much real cyberpunk, but that really had nothing to do with my enjoyment of the book.
Giannine Bellisario has an absent father who, at least, got her the right gift for her fourteenth birthday – a $50 gift certificate to a gaming place. It’s the near future, so these games are a little more complicated. $50 will buy you about 3 game-days (half an hour, real-time) in a virtual reality machine. Unfortunately, on the day that Giannine has planned to spend her gift certificate, picketers are causing a disturbance outside the gaming place. They say that these computer games are harming our children – the group is called CPOC, Citizens to Protect Out Children. Giannine thinks they’re a group of crazies and goes to play anyway. She chooses a game called Heir Apparent, where the point is to win the game by being made king (or queen) of the fantasy land one is in. One starts as a goat-herder, by the way. All is going well until the CPOC people get violent and something breaks so Giannine is stuck in her game until she can win. When that happens, they can disconnect her safely, but until then . . . they have to hope she wins quickly, because otherwise there could be permanent brain damage. Continue reading Heir Apparent, by Vivian Vande Velde
The actual title of the book is what got me: Flora Segunda: Being the Magickal Mishaps of a Girl of Spirit, website like this Her Glass-Gazing Sidekick, more about Two Ominous Butlers (One Blue), cough a House with Eleven Thousand Rooms, and a Red Dog. It sounded sort of like one of Patricia C. Wrede (with or without Caroline Stevermer)’s whimsical titles, and the chapters have the same sort of “In which we meet a Prince”-type headers.
Unfortunately, that’s most of the whimsy of the book itself. The main plot is concerned with Flora Fydraaca (the second of that name, hence the Segunda), who is about to celebrate her Catorcena (fourteenth birthday celebration and coming of age). Unfortunately, her mother is always busy, being a very high-ranked general; her father is crazy; and the house is in terrible disrepair. Also, after her 14th birthday, Flora will be expected to enter the military school, which she doesn’t want to do. She can’t talk to her mother about it very well – Fydraacas, including her older sister, are always in the army and always do very well. What she wants to do is be a ranger, which is sort of a spy or guerrilla warfare expert. Do traditional military-types like this? Heck, no. Continue reading Flora Segunda, by Ysabeau Wilce
Cinda Williams Chima is a local author for me; she’s from ‘a suburb of Cleveland’ (Cuyahoga Falls), ailment writes a nutrition column for the Plain Dealer, see and teaches at the University of Akron. She’s written (so far) two fantasy novels in this series, buy and as of yet, there are no plans to make it into a movie.
The first of these two books, The Warrior Heir, is set in present-day Ohio, in a town I’m pretty sure she made up that’s in that quadrant of the state where there’s not much else (south of Akron, east of Columbus and Cincinnati). A boy, Jack, grew up with what he thought was a heart condition, so he had to take medicine every day. One morning, when he was about sixteen, he forgot, and when he went to soccer tryouts after school, he nearly killed someone. He came home and his flaky-but-hot aunt was there, and after admonitions that he should take his medicine, she drags him and two of his friends off to do some genealogy research. Supposedly. Despite getting chased by (apparently) dark magicians of some sort, they end up finding a sword in a grave belonging to his ancestor. Jack is, of course, very confused by all this mess (wait, magic exists?), and eventually someone explains to him some of what’s going on. Continue reading The Warrior Heir, by Cinda Williams Chima
This is a very small book. It’s roughly the same size as a mass-market paperback, stuff and it’s barely over 100 pages long. There are also illustrations, rx taking away from the printed surface area. Considering I finished it in about 15-20 minutes, I suspect it’s less than 20,000 words. Had it been written for an older audience, it would be considered a short story. As it is, it’s probably intended for fourth- or fifth-graders, and maybe even younger (I probably would have read it in second or third grade, had it been around). Like so many fantasy series these days, it’s been turned into a movie – although I don’t know how many of the five books in the series are in it – which will be released next February. (From the previews, I’m guessing all five in one movie.) The cast looks pretty good – Mary-Louise Parker, Seth Rogen, David Strathairn (MLP plays the mother; DS is Arthur Spiderwick; not sure who or what SR is).
Three siblings – Jared, his twin Simon, and their older sister Mallory, move into an old Victorian house along with their mother, formerly inhabited by a great-aunt of theirs. Strange things start happening; they discover a hidden room with a library in it; there’s scrabbling, squirrel-like noises in the walls; Mallory’s hair gets tied to her bed . . . Something’s odd with the house, and the children must discover what’s going on and, preferably, fix it. In a hundred pages or less. Continue reading The Spiderwick Chronicles, Book 1: The Field Guide, by Tony DiTerlizzi and Holly Black
I picked this book up on a whim because I liked the cover, side effects title, and plot synopsis. Yes, oddly enough, judging a book by its cover is what gets the book off the shelf and into my collection. I read it in two sittings, and it was enjoyable.
The Book of Story Beginnings 360-ish pages long, but it’s clearly meant for children, as opposed to a YA audience. While we know ‘children’ (I’m thinking 8-14) will read books of this length, it’s still packaged a little bit to look like it’s intended for a YA audience. It isn’t, really. The main character is 12, and her foil is 14. There’s actually very little coming-of-age stuff for the main character (her name is Lucy) – it’s mostly an adventure and a little bit coming-to-terms with her family. Continue reading The Book of Story Beginnings, by Kristin Kladstrup
Stardust, cialis sale by Neil Gaiman, glaucoma was originally a graphic novel but after being rewritten into a regular novel was been turned into a film that opened in August of 2007. It got, overall, good reviews (75% Fresh on RottenTomatoes.com). I read this book several years ago but wanted to get a reread in before the movie came out.
The book starts out with a chapter about how Tristran Thorn Came to Be: his father, Dunstan Thorn, had a brief affair with someone on the other side of the wall. The wall, you say? Well, there’s a town in England, ingeniously called Wall, that is set right near the border to Faerie. Faerie and what we call ‘reality’ are separated by a stone wall. Once every nine years, there’s a festival or market that allows the denizens of Faerie to come and sell their wares in the town of Wall. Anyway, fast-forward almost eighteen years, and Tristran Thorn (apparently his name has been changed to Tristan in the movie, which is, as someone pointed out, infinitely more pronounceable) is seventeen, gangly, and desperately in love with Victoria Forester. One night he asks her for a kiss, and she says, no, but after some poetic language, she indicates that if Tristran is nice enough to go fetch a particular fallen star for her (which has fallen on the other side of the wall), she might be kind enough to give him whatever he likes. Continue reading Stardust, by Neil Gaiman
You know, more about I love Diana Wynne Jones and have for many years. Every few weeks I go on a rant about how she’s 14 million times better an author than J. K. Rowling, neurologist and The Dark Lord of Derkholm is now one of my examples why.
Ben (my boyfriend; also my web guru) had been trying to get me to read this book for months, saying he thought it was clearly her best work. When a really nice hardbound copy showed up at Half-Price Books, he bought it, and I finally read it. It was worth every single page. From one of the most innovative and NON-info-dumpy opening scenes to the amazing characters to the wonderful non-humans and amazing ideas . . . Well, in short, Diana Wynne Jones wrote The Tough Guide to Fantasyland, and she follows her own advice. Continue reading The Dark Lord of Derkholm, by Diana Wynne Jones