I should tell you now, this is not a balanced review.
Only the other week, I was telling you I hadn’t found a new favourite book in a whole year and that I hoped 2018 would bring something wonderful. Here we are, not even a month in and I’ve met Eleanor Oliphant, a stoically sensible, socially inept woman disrupting her careful routine and embracing new experiences for the first time in ten years.
It was published back in May (on my birthday – is it fate?) yet it still feels very new and is everywhere in the media, due to recently winning the Costa First Novel Award. The novel already feels timeless so I’m sure there are many more awards to come.
I received this ebook for free from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. This is no way affects my opinion of the book. Quotes in the following review may differ slightly from the final published version of the book.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like if Dickens wrote YA? Me neither, but that’s essentially what you get with Smoke.
Vyleta draws us in to his dark Victorian setting with a sinister opening scene at a boys’ boarding school. Julius, our seemingly perfect prefect, takes the role of Grand Inquisitor, questioning his fellow students until their bodies begin to physically smoke.
You won’t catch me, Karma, I think. I won’t do anything bad!
Paper Butterflies is a heart-wrenching tale of child abuse and how downright unfair life can be. I received this book from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
You know how, sometimes, you find a book and you just know you’ll love it? For instance, Wonder by R. J. Palacio. I read the description and knew it would become an all-time favourite – and it did. Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend by Matthew Green was similar. These books promised something wonderful, and they delivered.
This was not one of those books.
I read the premise of The Light of the Fireflies and thought, ‘This is going to be amazing. I will love this book forever.’ It had already been compared to Room by Emma Donoghue, which I saw as a good thing, but by the end, I realised that it’s basically Room if Jack had escaped and, instead of trying to find the police, had helped Old Nick to murder Ma instead.
I was very excited all day yesterday because I had tickets to see Sweeney Todd at one of my local theatres. The show was great and gory and I loved it – but little did I know, I had something bookish waiting for me when I got home!
In February, I ordered a 3 months’ book subscription for myself. (I’d kind of forgotten all about it…) There aren’t many book subscriptions available in the UK, so I chose The Willoughby Book Club, which seemed the most well-rounded. (I considered the vintage book and tea subscription, but decided against it because I didn’t only want classic books. Also, I don’t like tea.)
Subscription boxes are mystery boxes posted to your door every month. You might have heard of Glossybox or Birchbox, which are a similar thing in the beauty world. What happens is, you pay in advance for a selection of boxes – usually 3, 6 or 12 months’ worth – and a box tailored to your likes and dislikes is posted to you each month, but you don’t know what book you’re going to receive, which makes it all the more fun!