#ThrowbackThursday The Green Mile by @StephenKing

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Renee @It’sBookTalk began this Throwback Thursday meme as a way to share some of our old favorites as well as sharing books that we’re FINALLY getting around to reading that were published over a year ago. I’ve wanted to join this meme for a long time and I thought it would be a great idea because it forces me to read books from the TBR and not only new releases. And, of course, I can also include some old favorites!

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The Green Mile: those who walk it do not return, because at the end of that walk is the room in which sits Cold Mountain penitentiary’s electric chair. In 1932 the newest resident on death row is John Coffey, a giant black man convicted of the brutal murder of two little girls. But nothing is as it seems with John Coffey, and around him unfolds a bizarre and horrifying story.

I love Stephen King, even if I don’t always love his books. Nevertheless, he’s a great writer and not one but a couple of his novels are among my all-time favorites, so there’s that. I read The Green Mile many years ago and it instantly became a book that I would remember forever.

The Green Mile made me cry, made me reflect on prison life and death penalty and, above all, it was a book that felt important and memorable. It was a beautiful and sad story that had me hooked despite its length. Because, as it usually happens with Stephen King, this isn’t a short novel. But I lived every page.

And do you honestly know anyone who doesn’t like it?

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Book vs Film #3 Practical Magic

For more than two hundred years, the Owens women have been blamed for everything that has gone wrong in their Massachusetts town. Gillian and Sally have endured that fate as well: as children, the sisters were forever outsiders, taunted, talked about, pointed at. Their elderly aunts almost seemed to encourage the whispers of witchery, with their musty house and their exotic concoctions and their crowd of black cats. But all Gillian and Sally wanted was to escape. One will do so by marrying, the other by running away. But the bonds they share will bring them back—almost as if by magic…

I wrote on my The Rules of Magic review that I hadn’t liked Practical Magic that much when I read it years ago. So while I’m aware my experience with the book might be different now (I like to believe I’ve grown up haha), I think I’ll choose the film this time, too.

I think this was yet another one of those times when my expectations were too high because I had seen and loved the movie first. In fact, Practical Magic is still today one of my favorite movies. I don’t care if it’s too 90s, too corny or old-fashioned, I try to watch it once a year and it makes me feel so happy ❤ (I think it might be that time of the year now?).

When you fall in love with a film like that, you expect the book to make you feel the same way. Unfortunately for me, the book is WAY different. In fact, the novel is so different that it was like the screenwriter had decided to create a whole different story. And I liked that one better.

None of my favorite moments were in the book. The relationship between the two sisters felt too cold, there was no love spell or “curse”. Gillian and Sally were pretty unlikable and the aunts barely had any presence. There was no “sorority” feel and I didn’t get emotional at the end. Safe to say, I was pretty disappointed.

I get that this book is loved by many people, so I’m not saying it’s a bad book at all, it just wasn’t what I expected. Do you like the book? Or do you prefer the film?

Review: Sleeping Beauties @StephenKing @OwenKingwriter ‏@HodderBooks

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In a future so real and near it might be now, something happens when women go to sleep; they become shrouded in a cocoon-like gauze. If they are awakened, if the gauze wrapping their bodies is disturbed or violated, the women become feral and spectacularly violent; and while they sleep they go to another place. The men of our world are abandoned, left to their increasingly primal devices. One woman, however, the mysterious Evie, is immune to the blessing or curse of the sleeping disease. Is Evie a medical anomaly to be studied, or is she a demon who must be slain? Set in a small Appalachian town whose primary employer is a women’s prison, Sleeping Beauties is wildly provocative and gloriously absorbing. 

You can’t imagine my excitement when I received Sleeping Beauties in the mail. I’ve been a fan of Stephen King for as long as I can remember. I’ve absolutely loved some of his books, I’ve liked some others… and I’m always looking forward the next film or tv adaptation. After watching IT only a couple of weeks ago (and falling in love), I knew I wanted to start this one immediately. And yes, today is release day, which means I read this very long book in just about three days. It is indeed absorbing.

Sleeping Beauties is a fantasy book with a truly interesting premise: what would happen if women went to sleep and never woke up? What would the world be like without women? How would men react? Would women try to stay awake or would they simply give up? In addition, the main appeal for me was the fact that a section of the book was set in a women’s prison, a la Orange is the new black. And those women were fascinating. I wish they’d had a bigger part in the story.

Despite its length (700 pages), Sleeping Beauties is a real page-turner. The first day, I read about 450 pages and it certainly didn’t feel like an effort. I was hooked. The story was engaging, the characters were multi-layered and mostly likable. I rooted for them. I actually begged for some of my favorite women to try to stay awake. The following day, the second part was the one I struggled the most with, maybe because some of my favorites were already asleep.

I loved how the book made me question several things regarding men and women’s behaviour. How it implied that all through history, men have always been known for trying to solve everything by using violence. Basically, Stephen and Owen King suggest that a world consisting of only women would be mostly peaceful and we could definitely keep the human race alive. Can’t disagree with that, lol.

Would I have chosen another ending? Maybe… But I still understood the decisions. And it was a bittersweet conclusion, but I guess it all made sense in the end. This might not be my favorite King book ever (hello there, 11/22/63), but it was an engaging and interesting read nevertheless. Does this mean I’m cured and ready to try big books again? Because I sure hope they’re as addictive as this one!

ARC, Hodder & Stoughton , 2017

Blog Tour: Snow Sisters by @carollovekin @honno #GuestPost

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Meredith discovers a dusty sewing box in a disused attic. Once open the box releases the ghost of Angharad, a Victorian child-woman with a horrific secret she must share. Angharad slowly reveals her story to Meredith who fails to convince her more pragmatic sister of the visitations, until Verity sees Angharad for herself on the eve of an unseasonal April snowstorm. Forced by her flighty mother to abandon Gull House for London, Meredith struggles to settle, still haunted by Angharad and her little red flannel hearts. This time, Verity is not sure she will be able to save her…

My first thought when I was reading this book was that I wished it was winter and I had a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate with me. Because guys, this is the ideal book to cozy up with. I haven’t felt this with any other book this year and I don’t think I will. Snow Sisters is a truly magical and evocative story.

Snow Sisters is a perfect blend of contemporary, historical fiction, magical realism, gothic story, and family drama. If you like any of those genres, you will surely love this book. This is not a fast-paced book where the plot is more important than the characters. This is the kind of story that needs to be savoured and enjoyed slowly. And every now and then, we all need that kind of book in our lives.

The relationship between Verity and Meredith was my absolute favorite part of the book. Their closeness felt believable and authentic, and I rooted for them to defy their mother and live their own lives. In a book where there are only a few characters, it is extremely important that you warm up to the protagonists. And Carol excels at that. She has crafted a heart-breaking story that deals with several themes like family and kindness.

Carol Lovekin is such an amazing writer. Her descriptions were vivid and evocative and I could picture myself living in the Hull house, becoming a Pryce sister myself. Her writing is gorgeous and poetic and I’d surely love to have her skills with words.

Snow Sisters is a beautiful novel about women and sisterly love. And a ghost!

ARC, Honno, 2017

The Nature of Glimmerings & the Unanswerable Question by Carol Lovekin

If I could choose a genre in which to place my books, it would be Quirky. Since authors aren’t allowed to pick and choose let’s call mine ‘contemporary fiction’ with hints of magical realism. (Which isn’t at all the same as fantasy, let’s be clear.) My stories are firmly rooted in reality. I explore possibilities: the fine line between the everyday and the world of enchantment.

I’m a feminist and my stories reflect this too. I explore family relationships: how people, women in particular, respond to loss and how they survive. My books have ghosts, although there are no clanking chains or blood-chilling wails. All it takes to embrace my ghosts, and the magic I conjure, is a temporary suspension of disbelief.

Enter my loyal reader, with her penchant for a quirky ghost story and a liking for strong women. And her question: ‘Where do you get your ideas from?’

Until I began writing seriously I would have claimed my ideas came out of ‘nowhere’ which is of course nonsensical. Ideas, however obscure, have to come from somewhere. And yet, paradoxically, the notion that a story must stem from a single concept is absurd.

It’s the word ‘idea’ itself I find problematical. It posits the notion that the genesis of a novel lies in an idea per se: a definable moment the writer can recall.

The origin of most stories is, for me at any rate, a random gathering of scattered thoughts; glimmerings as slender and obscure as a line in a poem or novel triggering a sideways digression. As I forget most of my night dreams the moment I wake up, I’ve never dreamed a story into existence. And as any I do recall are rarely logical – and I don’t write fantasy remember – my dreams are unlikely to serve me on any level whatsoever. Day dreaming however is another thing entirely: it’s where glimmerings evolve, the ‘what if’ moments and barely discernible fragments that come out of left field.

Singular words have always appealed to me. I collect them: words like cwtch which is Welsh for hug. And more often than not, a single word can entice me and suggest a theme for a scene, or present me with an unexpected tangent.

My study overlooks trees and low hills. Some mornings the mist lies as heavy as sleep and it’s like living on an island. I like to imagine the Avalon barge emerging between the mists to collect me. It never does, and chewing my pencil I sigh, scan a sky full of birds and watch instead for the ones I call my word birds. They circle a tall beech tree, ignored by a big bossy crow – my hunched, feathery muse. (I kid myself it’s the same one every day – shouting kraa from the topmost branch, urging me to stop lollygagging and get on with my work.)

These word birds are my writing familiars; they drop their glimmerings onto my windowsill; leave words and phrases in the edges of my hair. I gather up these offerings and it’s anyone’s guess what they will become. Not all the words make it onto the page and many get away. Or I put them away, because no sensible writer ever throws anything out.

The glimmerings may not at first gift me entire plots or even vague outlines. What they do is hover in a ghost location in my imagination. The place where I wave my pencil wand and cast my story spells; listen for my word birds, in case they have more enchantment for me.

My loyal reader is a gem and I love her. The fact remains, next time she asks me where my ideas come from, I shall have no choice but to answer, ‘I have no idea…’

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Hingston’s Box (Decima Blake)


31673313Since investigating the disappearance of fifteen-year-old twin boys, Hingston – a young, talented Detective Sergeant, has been tormented by night terrors. On waking, he remembers a vast, golden meadow that glows with warmth and carries the sound of rapid footfalls and trouser legs pushing through grasses. A curly haired boy runs tirelessly through the meadow. The promise of adventure is lost when the sickening ache of death seeps into Hingston’s bones. Feeling suffocated and tortured, melodic chimes calm him and his panic subsides. Signed off and leaving the office, a key inexplicably falls from Hingston’s investigation file. Intrigued, he takes it with him, escaping London for Dartmouth where his investigative race begins. Stalked by a challenging elderly woman and hindered by his boss, his determination to solve the case draws him into the supernatural world that connects a murderous past to the present.

Hingston’s Box is Decima Blake’s debut and it was also a very special book in terms of genre. Why? Because it was both a police procedural and a supernatural story. How many times we’ve read novels about crimes in the present that are connected to other crimes in the past? And you know how much I love those.

This time, though, the connection was not the usual one. DS Jason Hingston is tormented by the disappearance of two teenage boys, so he’s asked to take a leave and rest. While visiting his uncle Zack in Devon, Jason meets a mysterious woman who seems to know something about the crime… And then he discovers that he has a key that magically opens a musical box he’s just found in an old store. This musical box used to belong to a family whose twin teenage boys also disappeared many years ago…

I don’t think you need to love fantasy or supernatural strorylines in order to enjoy Hingston’s Box, given that this detail doesn’t make it less of a crime novel. The most important aspect of the book is following Hingston’s investigation and trying to help him decipher the enigmatic musical box. To whom did it belong? What does it mean? Can this past crime help Jason solve the current one? You’ll see…

What I liked the most
This was a short read and Decima Blake’s writing was wonderful. Despite the supernatural part, the crime aspect of the book felt realistic and Jason was clearly a very sympathetic character: kind, smart and loyal. I loved how he never gave up and insisted on following his instincts.

What I didn’t like that much
I’m afraid I couldn’t connect much with this story. I thought it lacked a bit of “passion” and the criminal case wasn’t one that I will remember for a long time. I wished we could’ve seen Jason’s relationship with more of his colleagues. I felt sad that he was so lonely, as he seemed to be a really nice guy and a great detective.

A special mix between mystery and supernatural for those who love present cases that connect back to past crimes.

Similar books:
Every Dead Thing
Close Your Eyes

Other reviews:
Dorset Book Detective

Pegasus Publishers, 2016 – From author

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