Sunday, October 19, 2014

Review: Compulsion by Martina Boone

This is one of the awesome ARCs I got at BEA this past summer, and I also got to meet the author, I'll share that picture at the end!  I have to say this was another story I really enjoyed. And honestly, it was a different story than most of them these days.  While some might say there was a bit of "insta-love,"  I think it was definitely explained in a way that totally made it NOT "insta-love."  I"m very ready for the story to go on, but as it says at the end of the ARC, I'll have to wait till next Fall. 

The main character is Barrie Watson.  And she is about to find out that her family is one of three families part of some ancient legacies/curses.  Her mother has just passed away, and her godfather, Mark, has found out that he is also dying of cancer.  So Barrie is moving back to live with an aunt she's never met, that she never even knew she had, so that Mark can go live in a home to be taken care of.  Things get weird right away.  Her aunt never shows up to pick her up from the airport. So Barrie takes a cab.  She gets to this mansion, old and kind of run-down, and sees her aunt sitting on the front step.  It seems her aunt sat down and lost all track of time.  It seems her aunt might be a bit on the weird side.  But the house seems to be as well.  Then two members of one of the other two families stop by, and they go by Seven and Eight.  Eight is Barrie's age, and of course very handsome.  He seems to know all the right things to say.  And it seems there may be something between Seven and Barri's aunt Pru. Barrie also finds out that the third family is the one that her father was from, and she has cousins.  So of course, after growing up with her mother and leading a very sheltered life of no family, she is now adamant about meeting them.  Eight agrees to take her, but everyone warns her that it won't be a good thing.   You see the third family's legacy is more of a curse.  In fact the whole town looks down on their family.  But at first, her cousin Cassie just seems like someone Barrie is so glad to have for a friend. 

She will soon find out that Cassie wants something from her.  She wants to use Barrie's family legacy.  They are able to find lost things.  In fact when Barrie walks into a room she immediately will be drawn to things that have been lost, jewelry, letters, you name it.  Cassie wants Barrie to find the treasure that her ancestors supposedly buried on their beach.  You see all three of the families' ancestors were pirates, or privateers if you want to be nicer about it.  There is a legend about the Native Americans in the town that Barrie will see come to life every night.  While she has the legacy of finding things, and Cassie's family is cursed, Eight's family has a legacy as well.  These legacies have become things they really feel the have to give into.  Or compulsions.  It gets so bad that when Barrie tries to leave the house she gets headaches.  And while Cassie seems to be nice even though she wants something from Barrie, her father, Barrie's uncle, Wyatt, wants something as well.  And he is a drunk, violent man, as well as a drug runner. 

There are many things in the house pulling at Barrie to find them, as well as in the forest that her aunt has forbid her to go into.  Barrie will find things that will clear up old mysteries in her family, some good, some bad, some dangerous.  And she will fall in love, while also losing people she loves. 

Such a good story!  Even after I finished reading it, there would be times when my mind would kind of go back and think about the story, and want to know more, as well as even telling other people about it and comparing it to other stories.  Definitely a great read, and like I said, I can't wait to read the next one!  While it didn't end on a cliffhanger, there is definitely more for us to know with this story. 
Me and Martina Boone

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Stacking the Shelves - October 18th, 2014





Stacking the Shelves is hosted by Tynga's Reviews. It is a way for us to share the new books we have collected.  My Amazon order finally came this week, but not on Monday as I'd hoped, because I'd forgotten it was a holiday.  So Tuesday morning my box showed up.  Then my birthday is next Wednesday, and so today I celebrated with my dad, stepmom, one of my sisters and her boyfriend and his son.


Amazon order:
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 The first one, Made For You, I've been lusting after for awhile.  The 2nd one is one that I figure I need to read since I love Stiefvater's newer books, and with her coming to my town in November, I'll be able to get it autographed as well.  The 3rd one is one I've been seeing around, plus I hear it is going to be a movie, so need to read it. And the last one is a book that I got an ARC for the first one two years ago at BEA, and am just now getting this one.  All this was made possible with a gift card I won from a book blast on I Am A Reader's blog. 

Birthday gifts:
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No the 2nd thing there isn't a book, but it was a birthday gift, so I had to share my season 7 of The Big Bang Theory DVD.  And the first one is a book, Deliver Us From Evil, which is a true story that they made a movie of earlier this year. 

So that's all I got this week.  I tried really hard to be good abour requesting any e-galleys, although there is one I'm still waiting on to see if I'll be approved for or not.  What did you add to your shelves this week?

Friday, October 17, 2014

Promo Post: Witches of the Deep South by Anthony Ramirez






There has always been magic in Ableton. Or at least, so the story goes.
Austin Hollingsworth is an atheist by all accounts. However, when Emma Barnett moves to town, he begins to notice things changing in town. People are dying, the weather becomes peculiar, but more than anything else, the people have become hysterical. Soon, a witch-hunt ensues just as Austin's cousin Melody moves back to Ableton and he is reunited through tragic circumstance with his ex-best friend, Dustin Bennett, and an old schoolmate, Angela de Luca. Soon Austin, Melody, Dustin, and Angela find themselves confronted by an undeniable truth:
They are witches, and there is something evil in Ableton that wants them dead.
With the help of an elder generation of witches, Austin and his friends must discover what is sending Ableton into a Salem-style witch-hunt, why they are being framed for murders that have not committed, and how Emma Barnett and a collection of some of Ableton's finest fit into the equation.
Through a rich mixture of American history, mythology, and magic, the witches of Ableton must confront the history of their town and discover just how it and its people came to be.


Author Interview:

1.  Where do you get  your ideas for your stories?

That's a hard question. It really depends. I wrote a short-lived web show for a while and the idea for that really just came to me from my life experience. I'd say in part I get a lot of ideas just from the funny (or not so funny) things that happen to me on a day-to-day basis. But when it comes to this genre of writing (fantasy, magic), I'd say it comes more from reading. I read an article about a year ago about a lake that can calcify living things inside of it, basically turning them to stone. Stuff like that I like to incorporate into my stories and give a magical explanation to.

2.  What is your method of writing?  Do you know the whole story when you start?  Do you plan it all out before writing?  Or do you just start writing and go with it?

I try to be as methodical about it as possible, ha ha. But often when you're struck by inspiration you have to just write it out at that moment. Usually I know where the story starts and ends. That can change, of course. A lot of times the in between really varies on what I think would give the story more flavor, so to speak. At the heart of it all, I have a very rough idea of everything that might happen, though.

3.  Do you have a favorite author or genre of books?

I love Salinger and the Catcher in the Rye. That's my favorite book. I love The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chobosky, The Witches of Eastwick by John Updike, anything by Fitzgerald, Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman, and anything JK Rowling writes. Sarah Mlynowski, of course. Just everything she's written. Her YA is so much fun to read, and reading some of her earlier grown up books keeps me laughing.

4.  How long have you been writing?

Gosh since I could pick up a pen. I remember being very, very young and not completely knowing how to form words in writing. But I would still take a pen and scribble something out as if it were a story and draw a picture to go with it. I suck at art, but that's kind of how I started storytelling, in a way.

Some fun questions:
Favorites:
Movie or TV show


I love the Harry Potter films and anything to do with magic. As far as TV goes, I like Bones, Witches of East End, Grey's Anatomy, Hot in Cleveland, Roseanne, The Mindy Project, Cristela, How to Get Away with Murder (a recent addiction) and American Horror Story. I'm a big TV buff.

Social Media site
Facebook. I'm a Facebook addict. Call the rehab clinic.

Music
I am probably Adele's biggest fan in the entire world. I love her music so much and it's so inspiring to listen to while I write. Christina Perri is also great, as is Sam Smith. I also have to admit I'm really into showtunes. Wicked, If/Then, Next to Normal, Rent, Cabaret, Chicago, Legally Blonde, the works. Ha, ha.

Food
I'm a really picky eater, yet I consider myself a foodie at the same time (though I know I'm not). Pasta. Any kind of pasta. And bread. I love bread. I'm a carboholic.

And finally, how can your readers get in touch with you?  Blog?  Twitter?  Facebook?

The book's Facebook is Facebook.com/WitchesOfTheDeepSouth. I'm on Instagram @AnthonyWritesToo and on Twitter @MAnthonyRamirez.

I have a new website www.anthonywritestoo.com where I promise I will begin blogging eventually and where you can preorder the new book!

Thanks! This was so much fun!

Anthony

Author Bio:

ANTHONY RAMIREZ was born and rasied in Houston, Texas. Anthony graduated from Quest Early College High School in 2012 and is now a student at Full Sail University working on his Bachelor of the Fine Arts Degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment. Anthony wrote, produced, and starred in a short-lived online sitcom entitled "Anthony." Shortly after, his first novel, "The Write Thing," was published and is now available wherever books are sold. "Witches of the Deep South" is Anthony's second novel. In addition to his writing and acting, Anthony is also composing a new stage musical entitled "Accidentally Alive" with his friend Sara Snyder, lead singer of the band STEREOSPREAD. Anthony lives and writes from his home in Texas.

Excerpt: (taken from advanced copy, some errors possible before finished copy)


PROLOGUE
BEFORE, YETAFTER
There are not many places in the world quite like Ableton.
Being completely honest, in a twisted romanticized way, it simply is the truth of the matter. Despite the fact that not a single one of them had ever traveled beyond the boundaries of the thick wood that surrounded the town on all four sides, the young witches had come to know that the town they lived in was truly different from any other place in all of creation.
The spring time in Ableton was beautiful. The flowers and the crops all came up happily. Nearly bearing smiles upon their buds as big as those who passed them by or bought them from the little woman in the flower shop on Main Street. The bees buzzed around, humming in symphonic harmony, creating a sort of music that only the natives of town would truly be able to enjoy. The animals played in the spring, scampering about gleefully to celebrate the end of another long, cold winter, hoping that it would stay cool. The dead heat of a summer wave would drench their coats of fur in buckets of sweat. The people of Ableton
were more cheerful in the spring time. They said hello to their neighbors and offered each other help in the gardens surrounding their large, elegant homes. They jogged together through the familiar streets of their tiny town. The picked their children up from school, greeting the little ones with hugs and kisses and all the other displays of affection.
But spring quickly became summer, and anyone who had ever lived in the Deep South would know how dreadful it could be at that time of year. The crops and the plants tried to take refuge in the shade that each other provided. The animals hid under the trees, too tired to even get up and look for food. Rain came scarcely. However, when it did rain, it poured. The bees buzzed a more angry and hostile tune. There was no harmony; it simply sounded like bees buzzing away. The people in town became dreadful during the summer. They put their children outside so that they did not have to deal with them during the day. They sat on back porches and verandas with their neighbors and best friends, exchanging idle gossip about those who they had chosen to spite that day.
However, when the summer tamed and the reprieve of autumn came, everyone in town could feel it. It came in signals. Like the first cool breeze after several months of sweltering heat. It came with the first falling leaf in town square that descended rather slowly down to the ground. The plants noticed it and took note that it would soon be time for them to phase out of that life and into the next. The bees became alert and began to work much harder to prepare for winter, singing that same happy tune again. The animals noticed and were happier. They could be seen in the streets or rummaging through the yards of the townsfolk. Some prepared for a long winter’s nap. Others prepared for each day of the cozy season they’d soon enjoy. The people in town became less moody. Although, this could be attributed to the fact that their children were back in school. They again exchanged hellos and goodbyes in line at the grocery store. They resumed helping one another in their gardens. The people of Ableton talked about things that mattered, while sipping warm teas on their porches and verandas, like their faith in the Lord and how they planned to spend their winter vacations.
Although like all seasons, the fall came and went. Everyone and everything in town would begin to realize that the winter had come and with it the end of another long hard year. Many of the plants had died. Many of the animals hibernated or went further south to find warmth. Some simply stopped to enjoy the crisp, chill winter air. The bees had done their work and took their long rest. The children stood by the windows at school and hoped for snow, which was sure to never come, as their parents sipped hot toddies and spiked cocoa.
No, there had never been a place quite like Ableton anywhere in the entire world throughout all of time. It was ever so seemingly perfect in every last imaginable way. The street lights never burned out, the paint on the church steeple never chipped or faded, and town square always looked beautiful and ready for visitors. Yet everyone knew that visitors were just as rare as a winter’s snow in Ableton at any time and despite any sort of weather conditions. The people there loved the town they lived in and came from and wouldn't have had it any other way.
But a place like that did not become perfect on its own. No, no. What balderdash
indeed.
Truly, as a matter of fact, it may not even be humanly possible for a place like that to be so perfect. The townspeople never questioned it, though; and no one from the outside had ever been in. But, the simple fact was that no one questioned it because everyone in town already knew and not a person in that town would be willing to deny it. The simple little truth that everyone was afraid to say but knew to be absolutely, positively, undeniably true.
There had always been magic in Ableton.
Oh, yes. A strong yet delicate, silk-like magic that made up the very fabric of that God- fearing town, keeping things patched when the fabric became torn. It kept the seasons changing; it kept the bees buzzing; and it moved the plants through the circle of life. It kept balance between the joyous times and the miseries; it kept the children hoping for snow; it kept the crops from ever really dying. It kept the streets safe to walk on, kept the street lights
from every burning out, kept the paint on the church steeple from ever chipping, kept the town square looking presentable at all times. The magic in Ableton was responsible for all the things that happened there. It was the source of the intermittent harmony, a fountain dispensing all life into the town. But, like the hearts and the souls of the people in the town of Ableton, the magic there was fragile. So fragile, in fact, that even the slightest motion could cause the scales to tip a little too much on one side, thus throwing everything out ofplace.
It was that exact thing that had landed Austin Hollingsworth in his present predicament.
He laid atop a bed of broken glass. Each shard, each little piece, each angry shred—all of which tormented by some traumatic blow—pierced at his skin and drew blood to the ground beneath him. It should have been painful. He should have been quivering. He should have been cold and feeling alone, or at least as though he was going to die. But for some reason or another, Austin was not feeling any of those things. No, as a matter of fact, he wasn't feeling much of anything at all. Somehow he had found himself in a mysterious place that felt as if he were drifting between life and death.
With nothing more than a simple brush of his fingertips against the cold, broken glass beneath him, Austin could see everything. He could see the cracks in the cement floors and the rubble of the broken bricks scattered from one end of the room to the next. He could see that the hallway doors far away had been blown off their hinges. He could see pieces of paper fluttering to the ground, paper that had once been books lining the many shelves of that crumbling place. He could see the curtains that had been set aflame, water spewing from broken pipes, and wires hanging loosely with electrical static sparking at their ends. He could see all of the destruction and devastation. Yes, with nothing more than a graze of his fingers along the debris on which he laid, Austin could see everything.
Psychometry is what they called that. The ability to gather information about a person or an object by simply touching it. It was a gift not many people like him were blessed with. It came with so much knowledge, so much truth, yet an equivocal amount of pain. There were some things in life that Austin hadn't wanted to know. There were some histories that were
better left hidden inside of the objects and the people that he touched. This was one of those moments. Confusion and curiosity may have gotten the better of Austin momentarily, but upon realizing where he was and what had happened, he quickly withdrew his hand from the debris.
Austin, however, could not ignore what his third eye had just shown him. He could not lie there and pretend that he had lost—that they had lost. Though still, all he could wish for was to set his soul free, to banish it to the other side of the veil. He wanted nothing more than to dive into some place far away from him. A place without pain. A place without suffering. A place where he might finally be able to rest.
Because lying there, Austin came to the sudden realization that the world he was born into was nothing short of horrible. It was a world where the good strove to do nothing more than exist. Through the high grass and cracks in the ground, evil slithered in, bringing with it the demons that tormented the good in moments of weakness and vulnerability. This evil wrapped around good, offering what seemed like comfort and warmth, then squeezed until it crushed every bit of benevolence inside. It then saturating what was left with the purest wickedness. That was just the world that Austin lived in. It was a world of duality. There could never truly be good if there was no evil, and of that he was quite certain.
It was not impossible that this was the very reason that Austin was still holding on to his life. Maybe in all of his weakness, in the process of accepting defeat, maybe from the battle that he had clearly lost, the war might still be won. Maybe, just maybe, there was something that could be done. It was not unthinkable that all of the hubbub and hysteria that had been created in the little southern town could still be undone. And in his mind Austin knew this. He knew that if he were willing to fight for it, there was still a chance. Now, the only question was how much fight he had left inside of himself.
He knew that there was still magic in Ableton. Like the world in which he lived, magic exists in duality, capable of being used for both good and evil. He realized, in a dizzy disconcerted fog, that if he was in fact still alive, however close to the other side he might be, Ableton might still be worth fighting for.
Austin pushed himself up, his palms against the broken glass upon which he laid. Out of nowhere, he suddenly became well aware of the pain he should have been feeling the entire time and let out a deafening scream of agony. Tears welled up in his eyes and he salivated to the point of drooling as he did,but he didn't let himself fall back down. The push was exertion enough for what little strength he had left. Coupled with the pain of the glass ripping his flesh apart, he was nearly sure that he should have given up.
It was no matter though. He pushed himself to his feet slowly, cautious of the rush of blood from his head down to his feet. He let his eyes adjust to the scene around him, carefully marking where he would and would not be able to walk. Then he staggered slowly across the debris-ridden floors of the Old Ableton High School. He limped away from the broken glass, blood spilling down the sides of his fingers and calves, until he found his way out into the lobby and toward the staircase.
Where is everyone? Austin found himself thinking. There was a small part of him that foolishly hoped they'd made it out, gone to find help. He knew that that would have been impossible though. He had seen them fighting just as he had been. Dead or alive, however, he knew how he was going to fix this. In the end, it would not matter if they were dead or alive. They would be safe by the time he was through with it.
As he looked up at the staircase, Austin felt defeat beginning to worm its way back into his mind again. The only staircase in the entire building—the period in which the high school was built was not known for its amazing league of fire marshals—had become nothing more than a large crater of broken cement and metal, barring anyone from making their way the second floor.
Staircase be damned, Austin would not be. He sat down on the only remaining stair, the one at the very bottom of what had once been the staircase, and thought for a moment. He knew it was somewhat silly resting after only a few yards’ journey, but he was losing blood—a lot of blood and he was losing it fast. The light-headed feeling was setting in just as quickly, and Austin was fully aware that he would have to act fast if he wished to go out fighting.
He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to think of an alternative plan, any
alternative. He knew that he needed to get to the roof and that the only way up was from the second floor. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, following this with an equally slow exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
The room began to feel as though it was closing in around him. It was almost as

though all the broken walls, dust, and debris were beginning to pile up around him, higher than they had before, fossilizing him somewhere deep within. Then, just as Austin was ready to open his eyes in panic to find himself encompassed by darkness with absolutely no way out, there was a sudden lurch in the pit of his stomach. It jerked suddenly, and the sensation to vomit swept over him.
Yet suddenly there was a breeze and Austin no longer felt as though he was suffocating. He drew in deep breaths, bringing his breathing back to a normal pace in order to calm himself down.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Austin opened his eyes again, his pupils adjusting the nighttime around him.

Overhead, the stars hung sleepily in the sky. They did not give off a glimmering appearance as they might normally have. The twinkle in them had almost vanished, as if their hopefulness had been vanquished, now looking as though each and every one of them was only moments from fading to black. The moon was hidden somewhere beneath a thick blanket of purple clouds that sometimes moved away, only to be followed by more clouds.
Conveyance. Yes, this was conveyance; the ability to move from one point to another without traveling through the physical space. It was an ability Austin was not aware he had.
But he thought about his friend Barb telling him how powers that seemed impossible to craft would come to him at a time they were needed most.
On the roof it was quiet, far quieter than it had been when he’d first opened his eyes only moments ago. So when Austin could hear the shouting and ranting of voices, his stomach fell to ease. He wasted not a moment, crawling over the gravel toward the edge of what was left of the building. Against his better judgment, he looked over his shoulder. Coming through the streets of town carrying pitchforks and rakes and torches was an angry hoard of townspeople, men, women and children alike. They marched, like an angry regime of Nazis toward the Old Ableton High School. Austin noted that if he stopped just long enough, listened with just enough intent, he might be able to hear them saying it. The very words he'd never thought his own friends and neighbors would say as they marched with such thrill.
Kill the witches.
However, he snapped his head back into place. He had too much to lose at this point,
and time was not on his side. Still, he knew that time was the only thing that might keep him and his friends alive. He was going to change the course of events that had happened in Ableton over the last year. Carefully Austin continued to the other side ofthe roof. There was an old air-conditioning unit that had not worked in years only a few feet from him. Inside, Angela had stored their only lifeline. But the space between Austin and the A/C unit was occupied. A large piece of the roof had fallen in on the second floor. Thick wafts of black smoke rose from the gulf. The fires inside the building were spreading. As Austin looked around, he could see smoke billowing up the red brick walls of the school as well. He suddenly felt as though the roofwere not the safest place to standing.
Austin extended a hand in front of him, reaching for something far too far out of reach to be grabbed, the pain coursing through him as he did so. He flicked his wrist, feeling a slight exertion of power. The loose lid resting on top of the air-conditioning unit shifted. It wasn't by much, but Austin knew that it would be enough. He curled his fingers ever so slightly, feeling the slightest bit of magic, tugging like magnetism at the saving grace inside the unit.
Something pressed against the lid of the unit, knocking it off and then down into the large hole in the roof. Then slowly, a large leather-bound book hovered out of the A/C unit and across the divide toward Austin.
He clenched it to his chest with both hands feeling so much weaker than he had before.
Inhale.
Exhale.
The weakness remained present.
He turned back to look at the angry mob as it trudged up the shallow hillside
toward the school. Austin knew he didn’t have much time before they arrived and began doing whatever it took to destroy the building and the witches inside.
Austin laid the book down on the crumbling roof before him. He flipped through the pages, absorbing the magic that gleamed from the edges of each and every page of it. He inhaled a large breath through his nostrils that the book presented. It might have all been in his head, but the book made him feel more capable, more powerful. He dug through the spells and stories of witches past. He skimmed over the potions and entries about the evils in the world. He spent no time staring at pictures of amulets and demons. He had a specific intent in mind. There were incantations for anything that could be imagined, instructions on how to use magic to make changes that could not be made in any simple human way. Many of the texts were faded, some written in languages Austin could not read. He wasn’t sure how old the book was, but a minority of the entries were written in Latin—a language that had been dead for longer than a thousand years.
Where is it? Austin thought, trying his very hardest not to lose hope that any of this could be fixed. He knew he'd seen the spell before. He'd flipped past it dozens of times when looking through the book. He was not even really sure that the spell would be capable of doing what he planned, but he could only have hope at that point.
Again from the east, there was a slight breeze, it pushed page after page of the
book over and slowly began to show Austin what he had been looking for. He turned to eye the mob and saw them walking across the yard toward the school now. Time was running out.
But that was exactly what he planned to give himself, to give his friends. The pages of the book stopped flying and came to a halt. No longer rustling, they slowed to a calm and settled before him, revealing the page he knew he’d seen before.
On the left side of the page, there was scribble written down like a poem. Beside it to the right was the image of a large, page-length, golden hourglass that appeared to be dropping sand down to the bottom of the glass. Austin thought for a moment he must be imagining things. But upon focusing intently, he noticed that he was not imagining things. However, the sands were not drifting to the bottom of the glass. Quite the contrary, the sands of time were floating up, back toward the top of the hourglass. One granule levitating upward at a time. The sand in the upper part of the glass stuck to the top, as if gravity were holding the sands to the top rather than the bottom of the page.
There was no title at the top of the page as there was with many of the entries. Reading through the incantation on the page, Austin knew the spell could help him.
The trouble was, the book called for a lot more than an incantation. On the right page in very fine print was written a long list of herbs, candles, and crystals, followed by very specific instructions on when and how the spell should be performed.
Austin had nothing with him. He didn't even have a pot to piss in at that point. He turned again to look down. The mob was beating on the doors, unable to get them open past all the fallen debris. They banged their pitchforks against the brick, which would have crumbled at the slightest touch. They tossed their torches through the broken windows. Austin could hear them chanting their blood cry. He knew that they were prepared to do anything. The entire town was there. Mayor Applewhite, his former boss, Raquel, even Dot, Emma's best girlfriend in all of Ableton. They all wanted them dead. Every last one of them.
Austin looked down at the page.
He inhaled again, then exhaled just as evenly. He didn't have the tools or
equipment to cast an entire ritual, let alone the time to do so. He knew that he was simply
going to have to read the incantation, and pray to whatever god there might be that it would work.
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme," Austin muttered to himself. 
Inhale.
Exhale.
Austin suddenly felt heat on his cheeks.
"THOU SHALT NOT SUFFER A WITCH TO LIVE!" a voice yelled, quoting Bible
verse at their own convenience. It was such an Ableton thing to do. "BURN IT DOWN!" someone else yelled from below.
“Burn the witches inside!” another voice encouraged.
That is exactly what was happening. As though the fire hadn’t been moving quickly enough on its own before the torches had been thrown, the fire consumed Old Ableton High School. It was not like the people of Ableton, so proud of their little southern town, to burn down such a monument to its history. Willing to do such a thing, they didn’t just want the witches dead, they wanted them to suffer. They blamed them for problems created by forces far more vile than any witch in town. They simply needed someone to crucify.
Burn the witches.
"Help me travel through space and time," Austin said aloud. The roof creaked beneath him, more heat traveled across the roof.
The shouts from the mob seemed to encourage the flames.
Another creak.
A piece of the roof next to Austin cracked, and fell inward. He could hear it hit the
ground below. Fire leapt through the hole in the roofthreatening to engulfhim.
Austin fell on his back, dropping the book. He quickly made a grab for the grimoire, pulling it back into his lap as he sat up, cradling the thing like a child.
"Back before all this began. Back to when I was different than--"
What sounded like thunder cracked, but it wasn’t thunder Austin heard. It was the sound of a wall falling to the ground. The people below screamed and threw themselves backward, many falling to the ground. Others ran in fright, too terrified to see the mission through.
"Who I am, I shall no longer be. Beloved spirits, hear my plea."
Another pit burst open in the roof, with fire shooting like bats out of hell. The soles of Austin shoes began to feel wet, though he quickly realized that the rubber was melting, sticking to the gravel of the roof. He scooted himself backward, sliding into the brick corner of the roof and pulled his knees close to his chest. He rested the book on them, reading further.
"Take me back and give to me."
There was another crack like thunder. Only this one was closer to Austin. It came with a shake which he did his best to avoid, but it was unavoidable. Creeping up on him, much quicker than he would have liked, was a large, lightning-bolt shaped crack in the roof.
His heart began to race.
That was it then. This was how Austin was going to die. He thought he was going to perish on the roof of the Old Ableton High School, not a single person caring that he was there or why. He was going to die there and no one was going to care or look back and think, "What a shame."
Pieces of the roof began falling into the building one at a time. It was collapsing quickly, crawling closer and closer toward him.
He looked back down at the book and chanted the last words written across the bottom of the page.
"The chance to rewrite history."
The roof completely collapsed taking Austin with it.

He could feel the heat of the fire against his skin and let out a piercing cry. The pain was excruciating, like nothing he’d ever experienced. Just as he was preparing to hit the floor, crashing harshly into the rubble that had fallen before him, he suddenly realized that he felt nothing.
No fire.
No pain.
For the first time in his entire life, Austin Hollingsworth felt absolutely nothing.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Review: Glory O'Brien's History of the Future by A.S. King

First, thanks to Little Brown Books for Young Readers and Edelweiss for allowing me to read an e-galley of this.  I have wanted to read a book by this author for a long time as I've heard great things about them.  However my review of this book doesn't necessarily reflect what I've heard.  Let me lead off by saying that as I read it, I could totally see why it is such a talked up book.  It had so many good things about it.  Unfortunately, it just wasn't my cup of tea.  Normally when I don't like a book I won't review it.  But I still think this one is worth talking about even if I didn't like it, because I think lots of other people will enjoy it, including my students, which means I will probably purchase it to put in our library. 

The main character is Glory O'Brien.  And she's at the end of her high school career, just about time to graduate.  She's kind of a loner.  Her one friend, Ellie, lives on the commune across the street from her house.  The older they get though, Glory isn't sure they really are that great of friends, they don't really have much in common since Ellie's mom, who runs the commune, took Ellie out of public school to be schooled on the commune.  Plus, Ellie's really pretty boy crazy.  Has been for a long time.  Glory has always had more serious things on her mind.  Mainly, her mother committing suicide when she was a little girl using the oven in their house.  Ever since then, she and her dad have been living a kind of quiet, not very full life.  As graduation approaches, Glory feels it is time to do something.  Whether that is taking the same path as her mom, or going off to college or anywhere else, remains to be seen. 

A few summers ago, there had been a bat hanging on Ellie's porch.  They'd left it alone, assuming it was just sleeping whenever they saw it in the day.  Yet it was always in the exact same place, same position, for months and months.  When they finally decide to check it out, by nudging it with a long stick, it falls to the ground, and they realize it is dead.  They take it and put it in a jar, joking about maybe it is god.  Ellie's mother finds it around the time our story is taking place and is so upset she shakes the jar around, eventually turning the bat into a pile of ashes within the jar.  One night Ellie convinces Glory to pour beer into the ashes and they drink it.  They get drunk from the beer, but then the next day they start seeing these strange things when they look at any other person.  Their history, family members, etc.  And also their futures.

All these things are going on while Glory is trying to figure out her life, taking pictures, finally getting her dad to let her use her mom's dark room to develop film, and graduating.  Also, finding things out about her mom and dad in the past, and deciding if she wants to be friends anymore with Ellie, figuring out just how selfish Ellie has always been.

I think this was a very realistic book for how teens feel about friends, wondering if they're friendship is really a true one, especially at the age when many go off to college and leave their friends back home.  I know that I went through something like this.  My high school best friends didn't go to college, and we kind of lost touch once we all moved on to our own lives.  And the "future" stuff that Glory saw was very interesting and creative.  I enjoyed reading that stuff.  And the ending, well I did really like the way it ended I guess. 

So while it won't be one of my favorite books, I can definitely see how others will really enjoy it, and I will know just who to recommend it to, including at least one teacher at my school.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Cover Reveal: Orion's Curse (Andromeda Series #2) by Amy Bartelloni



ORION'S CURSE
Author: Amy Bartelloni
Genre: YA Dystopian
Series: Andromeda series, Book #2
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
~ SYNOPSIS ~ 
It's been two months since the blowout with President Vise. 

The Valley is rebuilding and elections have been planned, but things are about to change when a new group of refugees arrives seeking the cure. They've brought with them someone Anyon never thought he'd see again, but he's not the only one who's surprised.

While Anyon sorts out the new arrivals, Malachi's loyalty will be tested when Dax and Raven, old friends from his time on the streets, show up baring secrets he's tried hard to keep hidden. He's never shared that part of his past with anyone, and finds himself going along with Dax to prevent anyone, especially Sera, from learning what they did on the streets to survive. 

But how far will he go to keep his past hidden?

Things take a turn for the worse when Dax and Raven pit Malachi against his friends. Will Sera's love be enough to prevent him from sliding back into his dark past, a past that's more brutal than even she can imagine?



~ RELEASE DATE ~
November 11th





~ TEASERS ~




~ The Andromeda Series ~




ANDROMEDA
Series: The Andromeda Series, Book #1

Genre: YA Dystopian
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
~ SYNOPSIS ~

Ten years after a pandemic swept the globe, survivors were forced into factions and camps in order to survive.

Jade and Sera are two orphans who have found refuge in a government camp. It's there where Jade falls in love with a young soldier, Anyon. But Anyon has his own secrets, carefully guarding a past that involves Sera. Before Jade and Anyon admit their feelings to each other the camp is attacked and they're separated.


Jade knows to lead Sera to Albany, the last free camp in the east, but the road is dangerous.

Not only must they dodge pockets of infection, but they're threatened by drifters and gangs. When they arrive in Albany, they find it deserted.

Anyon and his friend Malachi are close on their heels, but not close enough. The Provisional Government is on a mission, and no one is quite prepared for what lies ahead.



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~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~
Amy Bartelloni

Amy Bartelloni is a reader, writer, & coffee addict who lives with her husband, 3 children, and various animals in the northeast US. When she's not playing mom-taxi, you can find her with her nose in a book or her head in the clouds. A people watcher and science fiction junkie, she still believes dreams can come true. Some of her favorite authors include Neil Gaiman, Jasper Fforde, Paulo Coelho, and Stephen King.

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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Top Ten Tuesday: 10 Places That Books Have Made Me Want To Visit





Top Ten Tuesday is sponsored by The Broke and The Bookish.  This was such a fun sounding idea when I saw it on the 7th, I started planning ahead!  And honestly, when I name the places, I will have to name several books.  So, I've decided instead of putting pictures of the books, I'll put a picture of the place (if I can find one), and then just list the books below it.  So here we go.


1.  New York City





 Okay, really I've wanted to see all of NYC, so many books talk about it, as well as movies and tv shows.  But I chose two specific spots to start.  The first picture is of Belvedere Castle, which is in Central Park.  I first learned of that by reading Spellbound by Cara Lynn Shultz.  Now, the 2nd building is not what I thought it was.  I thought it was the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory building where they'd had the horrible fire in 1911.  And you have to give me a little break on that, the building is a triangle shape.  But I was informed by my friend Cara Lynn Shultz, that is not the building where the fire took place, this one is called the Flatiron Building.  I had read a few books on the fire though, most specifically one called Lost by Jacqueline Davies.  I did get to see both of these buildings the first time I went to NYC to visit my sister when she first moved there about 3 years ago.  But there are still so many other places to visit in NYC that I haven't yet.

2.  Paris





One specific place is the catacombs.  Up until recently, I never really cared if I got to visit France.  Sure I knew about the Eiffel Tower, but I didn't really care. Then I read Revolution by Jennifer Donnelly and was immediately intrigued.  Other books I've read that make me rethink my decision to go to Paris are Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins and Die for Me by Amy Plum.

3.  Poland/Germany





I don't know if it was from studying World War II and the Holocaust in school, or from reading The Diary of Anne Frank, but I really want to go visit those places and just see.  For one thing, in the pictures of Anne Frank's hiding place that I saw in Anne Frank:  Beyond the Diary, I am just completely shocked that they weren't found sooner. I know this is kind of a depressing place to want to visit, but it is something that I want to do one day before I die.  I feel it is something very important and worth seeing to commemorate those who died.

4.  New Orleans




Now, I have read a lot of books set in or around New Orleans.  And while of course I want to visit Bourbon street and that kind of stuff, one place in particular I'd like to go is the cemeteries, especially the one where the voodoo queen is supposed to be.  Books that have made me want to see the haunted side of New Orleans include Ruined and the other books in that series by Paula Morris,  as well as the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris (although to be honest I saw the first season of the tv series before I read the books.)

5. Maine




Because of probably every single book of Stephen King's, and how they're set in Maine, I want to visit the state some day.  And how cool would it be to go by his house as pictured above?

6.  Ireland




I don't know that it was a book that first made me want to go here, especially to see the Blarney stone, which is near the Blarney House pictured above.. I think it was probably a combination of movies, and just hearing and loving the Irish accent.  I kind of want to go just in hopes of finding and falling in love with a cute Irish guy.  One of my favorite authors, Sarah Rees Brennan, is from Ireland, and when I told her my hope of finding an Irish guy, she joked and said maybe she'd introduce me to one of her brothers.  I'd list two books that specifically make me want to go to Ireland.  First is Scarlett, by Alexandra Ripley, the unofficial sequel to Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell.  The 2nd one is Herself by Leslie Carroll.

7. London/England
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So the first picture is the Tower of London, where Anne Boleyn was held, and also where many beheadings took place.  There are several books that have made me want to visit this part of London:  Transcendence by CJ Omololu, The Missing Series by Margaret Peterson Haddix, and The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory.  The 2nd picture is a make believe place from the book Austenland by Shannon Hale.  I think it would be so much fun to go somewhere where you had to dress and act and eat like people from that time period.  

8.  Laura Ingalls Wilder homes
 




I loved the tv show Little House on the Prairie, but never read the books.  By the time I "discovered" them, I was really too old to read them.  I tried to, they were just so simple that I was bored quickly.  But I still would love to take a summer and travel the country and see them.  I've visited the one in Missouri.  Above are the one in Kansas, Wisconsin, and finally Minnesota, Walnut Grove that I remember the town in the tv show was named.  Besides the tv show making me want to go there, I also read The Wilder Life by Wendy McClure.  

9.  Jurassic Park





Okay, I've always been fascinated by dinosaurs.  So if there was a real Jurassic Park, where they really had control of the dinosaurs, I'd be all over that!

10.  Area 51




Another thing I've been fascinated with is UFOs and aliens.  There are many, many books that talk about Area 51, as well as movies and tv shows, but there are two main books that sparked my interest, Strangers by Dean Koontz, and (obviously) the Area 51 series by Robert Doherty.

Those are my top ten places I want to visit.  Where would you go after reading some of your favorite books?