Saturday, 21 November 2015

Only Ever Yours by Louise O'Neil review

Hello all!
Sorry for the lack of updates and posts...
I have been rather busy lately and not quite on track for my November TBR :'(.

However, during this month I have read is Only Ever Yours by Louise O'Neil. I thought this book was AH-MAZ-ING!
It's set in the future when females no longer exist so the government design women ('eves') and they are trained throughout their childhood in the 'School'. Here they are trained and wait until their ceremony where they are picked to be either a: companion; concubine or a chastity. A companion is the desired position as they are allowed more freedom.

This plot follows an 'eve' called 'fredia' (all names are on lower case to show insignificance) who is trying to become a companion along with her friend 'isabel'. 'isabel' becomes slightly overweight than the deemed perfect eight stone and is terrorised by her classmates who are all obsessed with looks.
There are a few plots twists that I didn't see happening and they were fantastic. I don't want to give too much away but it all kicks off when the men are introduced. I stayed up reading this all night long! The plot is apparently very similar to the Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood so I shall be reading that soon!

I would definitely recommend this book and I gave it five stars on Goodreads (obviously).
Sofiee

Sunday, 8 November 2015

Shall I do NaNoWriMo?

I have a dilemma.
I want to do NaNoWriMo and I have started with a very small 913 words but my imagination seems to be lacking. I am still taking part in the Short Story course and currently on week 5 of 8 but I still haven't submitted any work. HELP.

So this post is about combining the two... For the course I am working on character development. However, my novel for NaNoWriMo at the moment is titled 'How We Met' and contains two extracts of romance stories written in different ways.

Extract one:
'PING
I’m woken up by a friend request from Peter Jenkins.
This guy is persistent. I should probably accept as we’re working for the same company. I know I’m going to regret this later.
YOU ARE NOW FRIENDS WITH PETER JENKINS.'

Extract two:
'The circumstances were not brilliant, granted. You seemed to take a shine to me. You stood there smiling at me like you know something I didn’t. I thought you looked quite ‘chavy’ in your low slung jeans, Abercrombie and Fitch top and spiked hair. But you wouldn’t leave, you drunk fool and I do love gingers.'

At the moment I am writing anything that my unhelpful mind is spewing out so please don't judge.

How is everyone else getting along? I need some inspiration!
Sofiee

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

November TBR

The month of November (WOW it's November already?!?) is #ReadKidsLit created by the Youtuber: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6cNQjIENdg so in aid of that I will be incorporating some children's books within this month TBR!

This month I have already read Carry On by Rainbow Rowell which I really enjoyed! At first I didn't think I would enjoy the book but it surprised me. I really liked the how *Spoiler Alert* the romance between Baz and Simon was depicted.

The other books I am planning to read are:

-Simon VS. The Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli
(I am currently reading this... what is with all the protagonists being called 'Simon' lately?)

-Only Ever Yours by Louise O'Neill
(I am very excited to read this!)

-Ship of Magic by Robin Hobb
(My first Robin Hobb book, I have high expectations!)

-The Queen of The Tearling by Erika Johansen

-Satin Island by Tom McCarthy
(Not sure if I am going to enjoy the lack on plot, but it seeming too intriguing not to pick up)

-Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay

-St. Lucy's Home For Girls Raised by Wolves by Karen Russell
(This is a book of short stories which incorporate magical elements)

And the children's Literature:

-Mrs Pepperpot Stories by Alf Proysen
(I haven't read these stories since I was a young child)

-The Twits by Roald Dahl
(This is part of my Roald Dahl collection which I'm slowly making my way through)

This TBR might be a bit too ambitious but I am going to try and read all of the books!
Happy reading...
Sofiee

Saturday, 31 October 2015

EPIC READS TAG

1. If you could invite one author and one of their fictional characters to tea, who would you invite and what would you serve them?

I would invite Lewis Carroll and The Mad Hattie to tea. I would serve crumpets with jam and of course half cups of tea.

2. What book do you wish an author would write a prequel to?

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern... I loved the world building and would want to read more of it and how the Circus came about.

3. Which two characters (NOT from the same book) do you think would make a good couple?

Cole from Alice in Zombieland by Gena Showalter and Mara Dyer in The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin. I think she would put him in his place ;)

4. If you ran into your favourite author on the subway and could say one sentence to them, who is it and what would you say?

Audrey Niffengegger and I would ask her to draw a picture of me for her next book! She is an awesome author AND artist.

5. What book made you a reader and why?

It's difficult to remember but when I was little I liked the Faraway Tree Collection (I still do!) and then later on I liked Louise Rennison's books. I think I read all of them in a very short space of time!

6. Incendio! Your bookshelf just caught fire. Show us the one book you save.

The All Souls Trilogy by Deborah E Harkness (Is this cheating, it's three books?!?)

7. Which dystopian world would you choose to live in and why?

I would live in world within the book 5 to 1 by Holly black which is set in a future with hardly any women, so at least I would be treated well...

8. What is your most epic read of all time?

Alex and Ada... all three volumes gave me soo many emotions!

Thursday, 29 October 2015

A Short Story.. 'The Real Protagonist'

Okay, so lately I have been looking over some of my old work (including the poetry) and I found this short story. This was inspired my American Horror Story so it fits in well with my spooky Halloween theme right now. Don't laugh at me and I hope you enjoy it!

Prose Piece: The Real Protagonist
I have a story to tell, not a pleasant one. So if you, dear reader, would like to read a story of hope and happiness I suggest you go read another. For my story has no prince or princesses, no superheroes or happy dancing animals. My story is of darkness and that of a life which can only be described as hell, although I did not believe in such things before…

Looking back at my childhood, I recall open, wide, green meadows. We lived with a sense of freedom. My family and I were drunk on happiness. My family consisted of: Mother, Father, my little sister, Eliza and me. I always remember my Father’s pipe, the black soot and smoke as he puffed circles. He was usually unseen, far away in his work place. He would come home asking for his evening tea whilst politely pecking my Mother’s cheek. She was an Aryan beauty: all blue eyes and Marilyn Monroe hair. She was slight and slender, always. From a young age I could hug her and fit both arms around her tiny waist. Mother stayed with us at home, Eliza and me.

Little did we know that on December 5th, 1952, our lives would change forever. It was a dark and dismal day, the sky was awash with clouds. It was the start of the Great Smog. The Great Smog’s dirty smoke choked my Father to death whilst he was walking home from work. A Policeman called to tell us the news. My Mother, caught up in grief and fear, became depressed. She infected us with her illness. Slowly we found ourselves in debt. Neighbours noticed our situation but stood idly by. However, they did not notice the men Mother would bring home. “Friends”, she would tell us, “I need company”. I did not like to think about it at the time, just hoping these greasy haired, wrinkled skinned men did not speak to me. I was told the truth one day, by one of Mother’s ‘friends’. He said “that I should know, as the man of the house”. Whoring herself to pay the bills. Disgust built up inside for the woman who had mothered me, raised me. I wanted to run away and find my Famous Five, I would move to the seaside and explore with my friends. So I ran away, leaving Mother, and Eliza followed in pursuit.

We stalked the streets, never stopping. From sunset to twilight to dusk we walked on to find a new home. Eliza, my faithful, loving sister never moaned of tiredness or cried for Mother. She just quietly held my hand.

Overwhelmed with tiredness and almost starved, we found a kind-looking older lady outside a quaint pub. Leaving Eliza hiding in the shadows, unseen, I approached the lady. I asked “is there any spare food left over?”. She looked at me and then spotted my sister and waved us inside.  With caution I called Eliza across, she hesitated and then scurried to my side. We slid through the pub’s beaten up wooden doors, they creaked open easily with a tap.

Inside the whole room was alight with candles, a beer glass in every man’s hand. The air was filled with laughter. Eliza beamed at me, happy to see so many others happy. The lady spoke whilst leading us to the backroom, “I go by the name Nancy, if you’re wonderin’”. We were handed a golden roll each and we ate them greedily.

On our fourth night there, in the early hours of the morning, I awoke with a start. Eliza, who had been asleep next to me, had vanished. I heard stomach curdling screams and ran towards the noises. A man, much like the ones Mother was ‘friends’ with, stopped me. “This is for the best son”, he spoke with a snigger. In fear I yelled at the top of my lungs “ELIZA!” and everything went black.

I woke, my head heavy and feeling deliriously dizzy. I was unable to move, arms strapped tightly around my waist. I shouted repeatedly: “Eliza! Eliza!”, till I had no voice. This was to no avail. I was trapped in a padded cell…

                                                             *

‘Bang’, Jacqueline knocks on the table distracting me from my memories, “Wake up sleepy head”. A tear rolls down my cheek. Jack grabs my hand pulling me towards her and licks the tear from my face. I feel her long brown curls and stare into those violet eyes of sorrow - she is the opposite of Mother. She helped me when I first arrived here.

Later Jack sneaks into my room, her beautiful eyes spilling tears, she’s scared. “Promise me you’ll remember me” she whispers whilst stroking my lips. I nod, flashes of Eliza go through my mind. Feeling like I have just taken a bullet to the heart I sit back and rock myself as she disappears.

“Jack, are you alright?” I ask, concerned. Her response is a blank stare; she moves her head to stare outside. I touch her hand, nothing. “Jack!” I cry. I shake her shoulders, “Jacqueline, answer me!” I scream at her. Her head rolls. Someone pulls me away, still screaming, they inject something into my arm and the room swims. Locked again in a padded cage, laying on the floor, my mouth dry. Screaming… screaming… help… stuck… trapped… Jack Eliza love family free encase soot smog pain burning numb shock Father I’m help choking help die die…

Happy Halloween,
Sofiee

Some Poetry

The Typewriter
Fingers burn empathetically at the touch

Of my cold, charred metal letters. I sit,

Silently tap, tap, tapping away,

Writing past, present; creating future:                                                      



Expressing hopes; dreams; uncovering soul’s wish,

Translating desired thoughts to paper,

Silently tap, tap, tapping away,

Whilst my immortal shell slowly turns to rust.


‘The beast and the beautiful sociopath’
I am a child; creature of night,                                                      

Constantly living in daylight’s fright,                                          

Living in silence, never growing,                                      

I can read thoughts, forever knowing,                                        

I have scouted the earth for thousands of years,                

With emotions heightened I am shedding tears,                    

Years of affliction curdling out of me,                                        

I’m becoming numb; no one has my heart’s key,                    

My parents are six feet under and gone,                          

Struggling to breathe I have to stay strong,                        

My voice speaks expressionless monotone,                      

And I stay the same, forever alone.


Halloween Sonnet
On all Hallow’s Eve sleep with eyes shut tight,

When monsters under your bed come out to play,

The moans and witches cackle cause a fright,

And children remain with parents to stay.

Pumpkin’s eyes along with hungry mouths carved,

The night that the dead spirits come alive,

Zombie’s tyre being six feet under starved,

The party starts when all creatures arrive.

Be sure to have garlic around your neck,

In case a vampire yearns for someone’s blood,

And keep a silver bullet gun in check,

For werewolf’s howls and footprints in the mud.

For tonight is the night that spirits rise,

And all good souls will avoid their demise.

Criticism of The beast and the beautiful sociopath and The Typewriter
In The beast and the beautiful sociopath I used a structure of four lines in each stanza each having 9, 11, or 10 beats per line. I used this to empathize the struggle the speaker is going through. Although I did not use a traditional structure, I used an usual form to contrast the rhyming couplet scheme. I used this scheme to give a child-like and hopeless feel to the poem as they are (although immortal and powerful) just lonely. I renamed this poem from The Vampire as I felt the reader should have their own interpretation of what the “creature of the night” is. Hopefully this adds a more mysterious tone to the poem. I should have used more descriptive words to add atmosphere and I would have described the being itself. However, some emotion is conveyed throughout the poem “shedding tears” and “struggling to breathe”. I was inspired by the vampire culture in television and cinema.

In The Typewriter I had to change the original poems form as it had no structured meter. Although I tried to give the poem an iambic pentameter, there are a few lines which slightly vary to 9 or 11 beats. In retrospect I would have changed the speaker from first person to make the poem more interesting. I should have made it clearer that I was personifying the typewriter as the first words “Fingers burn” is misleading. I was inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s Text, I liked the repeated “We text, text, text” and decided to include an onomatopoeia of “tap” into my work. I changed the last word to “rust” highlighting how an inanimate object would decay in contrast to a living body that would decay to dust. I would have liked to make the poem longer so I can express how the typewriter would ‘see’ images and life.

Both poems link through their subjects, as they both are about ‘immortal’ beings.

The Halloween Sonnet was just for some festive fun!
Happy Halloween,
Sofiee

Sunday, 25 October 2015

THE BOOK CLUB (TBC) 1st Year Party!!!

Hello all,

I belong to a book club on facebook and it was their first year anniversary yesterday so the creator made a party in London. And what a party it was!

We were all greeted with a good bag and a glass of wine. In the goody bag there were three books and a couple of bookmarks. At the party there was a swapping table for anyone to bring a book and swap. I bought with two books from home to swap and I found some goodies on the table :). I ended up with eight books in total and an audio book, they are:

-THOR
(This is a book with five samples of up and coming syfi books)

-Sepulchre by Kate Mosse
(Author of the Labyrinth)

-Nearly Almost Somebody by Caroline Batten
(Signed by the author and I met her at the party she is lovely. Very excited to read this book!)

-Our Endless Numbered Days by Claire Fuller
(ARC copy... lots so good!)

-The Good Liar by Nicholas Searle
(ARC copy of a psychological thriller)

-The Darkest Secret by Alex Marwood
(ARC copy, my second crime thriller)

-The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler
(I can't remember if I have read this before so I might just read it again! The design is by Penguin By Hand... it's a beautiful copy)

-The Help Kathryn Stockett
(The cover is also by Penguin By Hand!)

-Love You Better by Natalie K Martin
(The audio book... I also met this author but at the end of the party so we didn't really get to chat)

I felt very lucky with all of these reads. Wine and books... what more could a girl want!

Watch out for some reviews soon...
Sofiee