Recenzie: Hourglass by Myra McEntire

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Mini recenzie:

Aceasta carte este despre o fata pe nume Emerson, iar ea poate vedea  oameni morti din trecut. Din cauza drogurilor si a medicamentelor ce i-au fost date in spital, Emerson nu traieste doar in lumea oamenilor vii. Multi au incercat sa-o ajute sa-si revina din acest impas, dar picatura care a umplut paharul a fost atunci cand parintii ei au murit.

Fratele fetei decide, sa caute o persoana ce stie sa se descurce cu astfel de probleme. Michael este de la un tip de scoala numita Hourglass. Este o scoala speciala pentru oamenii cu puteri asemanatoare ca ale lui Emerson si Michael. O scoala pentru oameni care nu sunt ca noi, normali.  Michael ii povesteste lui Emerson despre acesti oameni morti pe care ii vede, dar si despre faptul ca poate calatori in timp.  Iar catre finalul cartii Emerson va trebui sa decida pe cine va salva. Va fi oare persoana la care tine cel mai mult? Sau altcineva?

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Recenzie: Campul cu iarba neagra-Belinda Bauer

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An aparitie: 2012

Autor: Belinda Bauer

Categoria: Literatura Universala

Editura: LITERA

Format: 13×20 cm

Nr. pagini: 304

Descriere:

„(…) Nici Mason Dingle nu era un necunoscut la poliţie. Statura sa firavă şi trăsăturile de băiat de cor abia dacă îi disimulau adevărata faţă, o teroare pentru locul de joacă de pe domeniul Lapwing din Plymouth. Desenatul de graffiti, cerutul de bani sub ameninţare, intrarea prin efracţie erau în sângele lui Mason Dingle, iar poliţia ştia că era doar o problemă de timp până când şmecherul de Dingle va călca pe urmele fraţilor săi, în tradiţia familiei, spre o viaţă de închisoare perpetuă.
Dar, înainte să ajungă acolo, ceea ce a şi făcut, Mason Dingle a ajutat la prinderea bărbatului pe care, mai târziu, tabloidele l-au supranumit Van Strangler.”

Parerea mea:

Campul cu iarba neagra de Belinda Bauer reuseste sa ma emotioneze cu povestea lui Steven Lamb, un baiat de doisprezece ani ce sapa gropi in Parcul National Exmoor, in cautarea cadavrului unchiului sau, disparut la o varsta frageda.

Dar de ce isi cauta unchiul necunoscut?

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Poate pentru bunica sa, care este inca convinsa ca fiul ei traiste, asteptandu-l sa se intoarca acasa, si de aceea Steven vrea sa readuca linistea si sa refaca legaturile dintre membri familiei.

Steven este acel copil care adora sa se indeparteze de modul de trai de acasa. Nu este un copil atat de instarit si iubit de familia sa.

“Steven rosi. Stia ca era mai breaz! Daca ar fi putut sa-i dovedeasca asta bunicii, totul ar fi fost altfel-simtea acest lucru.”

“Dar mai era o voce, mai puternica, inauntrul lui Steven. Nu avea raspunsuri, ci doar intrebari, dar una dintre ele il facea sa sape in continuare, mult dupa ce un soare nevazut apunea de pe cerul invizibil. Daca nu insemna nimic, de ce conta asa de mult?”

Arnold Avery este un pedofil ucigas, ce este intr-o inchisoare, unde traieste din nou si din nou fiecare crima cu zambetul pe buze. De ce?  Deoarece iubeste aceea senzatie de deja-vu.

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“Cuvintele scrise cu grija pe pagina explodasera in creierul lui Avery ca o bomba. Stia cine este W.P., desigur, asa cum stia cine este M.O., L.D. si toti ceilalti. Erau ca niste tragace ale mintii sale, pe care le apasa ca sa declanseze valuri de amintiri tulburatoare, ori de cate ori vroia.”

symon_skytraveller_by_robrocker-d5p1hveIntr-un final Steven decide sa-i scrie lui Avery, iar acesta ii scrie inapoi. Ceea ce copilul nu realizeaza este ca aceea scrisoare trimisa, ucigasului, ii va fi fatala pana la urma.

   ”    Draga domnule Avery,

Il caut pe W.P. Ma puteti ajuta?

                   Cu respect,

           S.L. 111. Barnstaple Road, Shipcott, Somerset”

La inceput totul decurge bine, pana cand Avery afla cine este expeditorul acestui nebunesc si periculos joc.

Mi-a placut stilul lui Bauer, personajele au fost atat de bine narate, atat de reale. Incepusem sa-mi fac griji pentru Steven, ba chiar sa-l si indragesc, dar la sfarsit ma trezeam la realitate, dandu-mi seama ca este doar un personaj fictiv. Un personaj, cred eu, ce merita o viata mai buna, o viata plina de lucruri ce aveau sa-l faca foarte fericit si mandru pe Steven Lamb.

Este o carte la care  nu ma asteptam sa rad, sau sa ma instige atat de tare. Poate ca o sa ma credeti sarita, dar l-am placut si pe Avery. Arnold este un personaj cu un caracter magnetic si debordant pe o parte, iar pe cealalta parte foarte brutal, violent si inuman.

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Si cam atat, nu vreau sa va dezvalui finalul, un final ce este destul de miscator. Hmm..cred ca tot ce trebuie sa va spun este: CITITI-O! 

“Cred ca stiu unde este unchiul Billy!”

Recenzie: Eve-Anna Carey

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An aparitie: 2011

AutorAnna Carey

Categoria: Literatura Universala

EdituraLEDA

Nr. pagini: 287

Descriere:

În ultima noapte petrecută în şcoala de fete unde este elevă, Eve descoperă ceea ce se întâmplă în realitate cu absolventele – şi soarta cumplită care le aşteaptă.

Evadând din singurul cămin pe care îl cunoscuse vreodată, ea porneşte într-o călătorie lungă, presărată cu piedici înşelătoare, în căutarea unui loc în care să poată supravieţui. Pe drum îl întâlneşte pe Caleb, un băiat rebel şi dur, care trăieşte în sălbăticie. Separată de bărbaţi întreaga viaţă, Eve fusese învăţată să se teamă de aceştia, dar Caleb îi câştigă treptat încrederea… şi inima. Când soldaţii încep să îi vâneze, Eve trebuie să aleagă între adevărata dragoste şi propria ei viaţă.

Anna Carey a studiat literatura şi scrierea creativă la Universitatea New York şi deţine un Master de la Brooklyn College. În prezent locuieşte în Los Angeles.

Parerea mea:

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In ” Eve” este prezentata povestea unei adolescente, in varsta de numai cincisprezece ani, ce invata intr-o Scoala ce le promite Absolventelor o viata mai buna, in Orasul de Nisip. Pana cand intr-o seara viata lui Eve se schimba radical, odata cu aflarea adevarului, ce incepe sa iasa la iveala, imediat dupa evadarea lui Arden.

Mi-am luat cartea de la bibloteca, fara nicio retinere. Adica cui nu-i plac povestile distopice?! 🙂 Eu una sunt innebunita dupa povestile/lumile distopice, de cand am citit Divergent. Asa ca m-am gandit ca este ocazia perfecta imprumutand cartea.

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Sincer in primele zile nu am vrut sa o citesc. De ce? Nu am nimic cu autoarea, dar atunci cand am vazut personajul lui Eve…Eu una m-am saturat de atatea personaje feminine, ce se cred urate dar au o frumusete uimitoare, ce sunt atat de neajutorate pe la inceputul cartilor, dar apoi se dovedesc a fi insusi printesa razboinica Xena. 🙂

Hehe. Si asta este doar inceputul…*breaktime*:D

tumblr_lj982lBGSb1qixleeo1_250Aaa da! Acum este momentul cand va povestesc despre Caleb. Acel Caleb care mi-a placut doar atunci cand a salvat-o pe Eve de ursoaica, ca in rest nimic palpitant. Ajung sa cred ca sunt singura persoana, care a ras si s-a bucurat atunci cand au ajuns la intrarea Califiei. Eram ceva de genu: “Yesss! Ai ramas cu ochii in soare,fraiere! Am scapat de tine”

Ehhh..cred ca v-am spoilarit destul.

P.S. :Poate ca aceasta recenzie trebuia sa va faca sa o cititi neaparat, dar fiecare are dreptul la o parere.

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Recenzie: Altfel de ingeri-Lili St.Crow

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Data aparitiei: Iulie 2011
Traducator: Alexandra Musat
Tip coperta: Cartonata
Format: 130×200
Numar pagini: 352

Descriere

Lumea Reala e un loc inspaimantator. Intrebati-o despre asta pe Dru Anderson, o fata dura care a pus la pamant un numar destul de mare de tipi rai. E inarmata, periculoasa, si gata sa lupte mai intai si abia pe urma sa stea la discutii. Asa ca o sa dureze ceva timp pana sa-si dea seama in cine se poate increde. Dru Anderson a fost dintotdeauna o „ciudata“, calatorind dintr-un oras in altul impreuna cu tatal ei pentru a vana lucrurile care misuna si te ataca in noapte. E o viata stranie, dar placuta totul insa se schimba intr-un oras prapadit si ingropat in zapada din Dakota, cand un zombi flamand da buzna in casa spargand usa de la bucatarie. Singura, ingrozita si simtindu-se ca prinsa in cursa, Dru va trebui sa-si puna mintea la contributie si sa se foloseasca de toata pregatirea ei pentru a ramane in viata. Monstrii s-au hotarat sa plece si ei la vanatoare si de data asta, Dru e pe meniul lor. Sansele de supravietuire? Aproape nule. Daca Dru nu poate rezista pana la ivirea zorilor, atunci jocul e pierdut…

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Mi-a placut foarte mult carte, mi-a placut felul in care Lili St.Crow o pune in evidenta pe Dru, ca fiind o adolescenta, care este foarte incapatanata, curajoasa, dar si cu capul pe umeri, ce incearca sa supravietuiasca intr-o lume ireala.

Altfel de ingeri prezinta viata lui Dru Andreson, o viata violenta, tragica dar si foarte captivanta, o viata ce este in plina crestere. Sau poate nu?

Am placut prima jumatate a cartii. O jumatate in care o vom gasi o Dru foarte demoralizata, foarte nesigura pe faptele pe care le desavarseste. A fost minunat modul in care aceasta pe parcurs isi recapata increderea, si incepe sa ia niste decizii care ii vor schimba viata, dar totodata si tragic cand vine vremea sa-si ucida tatal. Intr-adevar ma facut sa apreciez puterea ei. De asemenea l-am placut si pe tatal ei. Ea se gandea in mod constant la ce tatal ei ar spune sau ar face intr-o anumita situatie ( care de multe ori a implicat uciderea multor fiinte).

M-a facut sa-l plac pe acel baiat, cu care Dru isi petrecea timpul. Graves a fost primul baiat care a aparut in viata lui Dru.   Pot spune ca mi-a placut la el firea lui protectoare, si faptul ca ii sarea mereu in ajutor lui Dru. Cum ar spune el “ Prima oara este gratis, pustoaico!”

In cea de-a doua jumatate, il pot introduce pe Christophe cu mare placere. El este dur, înfricoșător și nu-așa-de-uman….Chiar mi-a placut de el!  Dar de indata ce Christophe apare in peisaj, Dru devine foarte nelinistita, unde in unele momente are niste stari de-mai-bine-nu-ma-nasteam. A fost foarte frustrant.

Dru … a fost un personaj interesant, mereu plin de surprize, la fiecare colt. Am admirat modul in care acesta la fiecare schimbare minora devenea o eroina/ o luptatoare si nu o fetita care dorea sa fie alaturi langa accea persoana pe care o iubeste, spun asta pentru ca in majoritatea cartilor acest lucru se intampla foarte des. Este o carte foarte diferita, dar intr-un mod bun. Va recomand sa o cititi pentru ca nu ve-ti regreta ca ati citit-o ! 🙂

 

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Review: A Song for Julia by Charles Sheehan-Miles

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A Song for Julia
by: Charles Sheehan-Miles 
Amazon † B&N † Author Site
Published December 5th 2012
by Cincinnatus Press

Everyone should have something to rebel against. 

Crank Wilson left his South Boston home at sixteen to start a punk band and burn out his rage at the world. Six years later, he’s still at odds with his father, a Boston cop, and doesn’t ever speak to his mother. The only relationship that really matters is with his younger brother, but watching out for Sean can be a full-time job.

The one thing Crank wants in life is to be left the hell alone to write his music and drive his band to success.

Julia Thompson left a secret behind in Beijing that exploded into scandal in Washington, DC, threatening her father’s career and dominating her family’s life. Now, in her senior year at Harvard, she’s haunted by a voice from her past and refuses to ever lose control of her emotions again, especially when it comes to a guy.

When Julia and Crank meet at an anti-war protest in Washington in the fall of 2002, the connection between them is so powerful it threatens to tear everything apart.

 

My Review:

     In the beginning I was having a bit of trouble getting into the story. I think because the opening scene was a protest against war, even if it were a concert, maybe that was what did it for me. But as the book progressed and the two main characters got acquainted, the story became interesting. Their friendship or lack of, was intriguing.  Both of them have their own personal hell in their private lives, which makes them both hesitant to let anyone from the outside in. They fight themselves because of their attraction towards one another. Even when they clearly like each other.

Each character in this story was written perfectly and each one has a purpose. But one main character had me in tears and emotional every time he had a scene. That character is Sean. Sean is Crank’s younger brother. Sean has Asperger/Autism. Autism is a very touchy subject for me. It’s very personal and I usually try to avoid books because of how hard it hits me. Sean is loved by everyone in this book especially his brother Crank. When Crank speaks about his feelings for his brother, I understand him. He goes above and beyond to protect his brother. And Sean has such an innocent mind, that it broke my heart with some things he said.

This book touches so many sore subjects, family issues to self esteem issues to politics.   I don’t know how the author wrote this book without being an autobiography. Bless his mind. Every single little thing in this novel intertwines with the other. Each personal experience affects another. Julia is a girl who needed to feel her mother’s love/ embrace. But instead, all her mother cared about was society and their thoughts about them and the family. Julia’s past experiences could have had a better outcome with the love of her mother. Had her mother been there for her through it all, things may have turned out differently.


 Crank’s own personal hell is a result of love. I know that sounds crazy. But because of loving someone and letting them go for their own benefits is sadly the reason for all his anger and resentment. I wish I could elaborate some more but I’ll be spoiling it if I do. His story made me cry. He was really a good boy with issues and his way of getting attention was by lashing out. Thankfully, he’s matured now and with Julia in his life, he wants to become a better person. And that’s what a partner in your life should do. They should make you become a better person.

Every single character in this novel grew from the beginning of the novel to the end. That’s what I love about books. I don’t like instant love and I don’t enjoy characters that are weak. But this book gives you so much more than that. It’s amazing book. This book got a 5 huge stars from me even before I finished. I just knew the ending was good. This is one of those books that I’m so glad I had the chance to read it. I’m flabbergasted by it all. I am in complete awe at how Mr. Miles wrote this book. This book deserves to be a lifetime movie. I know I’ve said that before and I meant it then. But this book deserves to be on screen.

Here you can read the first chapter of the book:

Suburban Princess (Crank)

October 26, 2002

Maybe it’s just me. But I would have thought that a girl at the center of the biggest anti-war protest since the Vietnam War might not have had such a gigantic stick up her ass.

But no… there she was, her mouth moving, and I didn’t understand a word. To be fair, she was hot… freakishly so, even if she did dress like a librarian; she wore a floral knee length skirt that hugged her thighs and a pastel colored sweater, with what looked like a thousand bangles and bracelets running up her right wrist. Her eyes were very pale blue, strikingly so with her dark brownish blonde hair. She had this schoolgirl look about her that made me want to lick the back of her neck. It was the hostile stream of words out of her sexy little mouth that caused me to step back, both irritated and defensive.

“What was that?” I asked, hoping to get the torrent of words to just stop.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I grinned.

“What I said was, you guys can’t set up here just yet. Mark Tashburn is about to go on… then there’s a fifteen minute break. You guys can set up after that.”

I rolled my eyes. “And we go on at the end of the fifteen minutes?”

She smiled, apparently relieved she’d gotten through to me. I don’t think she liked me that much. Her smile looked fake. Those ice cold eyes? Her smile never reached that far. I wondered what a genuine smile from her would look like.

“That’s right,” she replied.

“That won’t work,” I said. “Takes longer to set up than fifteen minutes.”

She sighed.  “And why, exactly, are we just finding this out now?”

“Hey, not my fault. I don’t know who organized the time schedule on this thing, but it’s a complete mess. If you want us playing in 30 minutes, we needed to start setting up an hour ago. Takes time to set up the equipment and tune up.”

She huffed a little, then said, “Fine. Just … try not to distract the audience too much.”

Jesus, whatever.  She came running up the moment we’d started to carry equipment on stage. Not like the crowd was paying attention anyway, there must be a hundred thousand people out there. Bunch of hippies and peace freaks and what looked to be effing soccer moms. For the hundredth time I asked myself how the hell I’d gotten roped into playing at an anti-war protest.

Of course, this was the biggest venue we’d ever played. But seriously, so far, the speakers had been a series of retreads from the 1960s. If that didn’t show how disconnected this thing was from reality, I didn’t know what did.

Whatever. This was Serena’s deal. She was big in the anti-war politics. And what Serena was into, the band did. We didn’t have a manager, but she was the closest there was. She sang with me, and played rhythm guitar, and had a magic sense for what music would work and what wouldn’t.

So, we rushed to get set up without alarming the natives or hippies or whatever. Finished in record time, no thanks to the princess who was off to the side of the stage with a clipboard, directing people here and there.

So, between the setup, tune up, and start, I had about fifteen seconds to take a breath, then launched into the first licks. The college kids in the audience started to groove on it right away, but the senior citizens and soccer moms … and holy shit there were a lot of them… stared up at us as if the stage had been swept with radioactive contamination. I gave the guitar and vocals just an extra twinge for them, blasting out the raunchiest original version of the lyrics to our songFuck the War, rather than the extra special sensitive studio lyrics we’d ended up releasing.

I don’t want to mislead you. Morbid Obesity isn’t really a punk band, more alternative rock, with a bit of an edge. I’m the edge. To date, our most popular song was Fuck the War, which we released on an EP a few months back. It’s a love song, about my mom and dad, but you’ve got to actually listen to the lyrics to get that. I put a lot of emotion into it when I was writing it and when I was performing it.

I was on the second round of the chorus when I looked to the right of the stage and saw Miss Princess. She was grooving on the music. Moving just slightly, her lips were parted in a way that caught my breath. Pouty lips. Kissable lips. I had to laugh at myself a bit: so not my type. Well, except that she was female, and kind of hot. Still not my type.

Back in high school, some freak accident of the Boston Public School system sent a group of rich kids from Back Bay to South Boston High. That was a laugh. It only lasted a year, though I don’t know if that’s because they got the zoning reversed, or the parents just yanked their kids from the public schools. This girl reminded me of some of those kids. Imperious. Superior. Some of them looked at the rats like me as if we were future criminals.

I wonder if that’s why she was turning me on so much?

It made me want to tease her a little, so when I launched into the second verse, I sang right to her, and her alone. I was on the second verse when she met my eyes. I held them. Her eyes, so distant and blue, were arresting. She noticed I was singing to her: she practically froze in place, a deer caught in the headlights. I love it when girls react that way. Showed she was human. If we’d been back home in Boston, I’d have grabbed her and pulled her on the stage, but that wouldn’t go over with this audience.

After a second though, she met my eyes and gave a sly grin, as if to say I know what you are up to. I grinned back, belting out the lyrics. The base and drums in this song were powerful, and demanded that the body dance. I broke off eye contact and took off across the stage, then threw myself into the solo, screaming out the lyrics at the crescendo, then brought the song to a crashing halt.

Despite the shock of the soccer moms and lobbyists in the crowd, the college kids loved it, and screamed for more. Suburban princess applauded, a mysterious grin on her face. I wanted to know her a lot better.

That wasn’t going to happen. This was an antiwar protest, not a meet and greet. As soon as the song finished, we started breaking down the stage, and golden girl jumped up to the microphone and shouted, “Give it up for Morbid Obesity and their hit Fuck the War!” I paused what I was doing to check her out while she was at the microphone.

The crowd went nuts again, which was nice. Hearing the name of my song on those lips was even nicer.  But five second later she was introducing the next round of speakers, a bunch of broken down Vietnam and Gulf War vets who had been dredged up by the organizers of this parade to give it some credibility.

Mark and I dragged most of the equipment off the stage, while Pathin broke down the drums and Serena pulled the extra monitors and wiring apart. As I stepped off the stage for the last time, the suburban princess met me at the bottom of the stairs. I stumbled down the last step, and ended up less than six inches away from her, looking down into those fantastic eyes.

“You guys were pretty good,” she said, her head tilted back, eyes on mine.  “Thanks for doing this.”

I shrugged and grinned. “It was fun.” Pretty good? That’s it? Jesus, she was close. I could smell her perfume, a faint, pretty smell.

“So…” she said, looking me in the eyes.

Awkward.

“How long is this thing going to go?” I asked.

“Half a dozen more speakers, then they march around the White House. Maybe another hour.”

Mark walked up just as she was answering the question. Our base player, Mark’s a big guy, who might have been a football player in an alternate universe where football players smoked too much pot and hung out in the Pit in Harvard Square. His eyes widened when I opened my stupid mouth again.

“So, after it’s over, want to grab some lunch?”

She opened her mouth. Like, in shock.  I know I’m not exactly wearing frickin’ tweed, but I’m still a good guy.

“Come on,” I said. “It’s just lunch. I won’t do anything too offensive.”

Mark spoke in a sarcastic tone, “I don’t think she’s your type, Crank.”

She closed her mouth, eyes darting to Mark. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips set in a thin line. It looked like she wanted to hit him. This girl was volatile. I liked that. “Sure,” she said.  “Where?”

I shrugged.  “Um… I don’t know the area.”

She looked thoughtful for just a second. “Georgia Brown’s at 15th and K Street. They’ve got outdoor seating. See you there… four o’clock?”

Yes! Was it me, or had she actually moved fractionally closer to me?

Mark let out a chuckle and walked away.

“All right,” I said. “See you at four,” I said, looking at her eyes one more time.

I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.