It’s been a good start to 2018 (in reading terms, anyway). I found a brand-new favourite novel in January, and am really enjoying my general attitude towards reading at the moment. Gone are the days of reading a book just so I can write a review/tick it off my TBR/add it to my Goodreads challenge! Now I only read books I really want to read, and I feel so much better for it.
I’ve also tried to be better with my blogging this year, and have scheduled every Monday at 7pm for a weekly post. I did miss last week – oops! I would’ve just posted later in the week but sadly my Macbook doesn’t want to turn on at the moment. Fingers crossed it’s just the battery!
The Power by Naomi Alderman
This won the 2017 Baileys Women’s Prize for Fiction so has been on my radar since then. I didn’t read any of the shortlist but from the synopsis this was the one that sparked my interest the most, so I was quite surprised when it won (as my idea of an award-winner is often quite different to that of literary judges). I love the premise behind it: a switcheroo of male and female roles in society, women suddenly finding themselves in the seats of power when they develop the ability to electrocute from their fingertips.
*Ahem* This post may be a little bit… same-y. I read several books in one series and that particular series has, er, 13 books in it. I haven’t read all 13 yet but I am well on my way!
But first, in March, I re-read Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan. This is actually the last book series I discovered that I really loved. In all my life, I’ve probably only really got 4 series that I would say are absolutely great: Harry Potter, Hunger Games (although it took me a couple of tries to love the sequels), Percy Jackson and the series I will be talking about today.
How can it be November already?!
I had a good October overall (apart from failing yet another driving test) and because I went away to Cornwall for a week of it, I got a fair few books read. I’m especially happy though as I found some new favourites.
1. The Stone Gods by Jeanette Winterson.
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.
This book was freakin’ fabulous.
Ready Player One is about a not-too-distant future where we have run out of fossil fuels, most people are starving and we’ve basically messed up the world in every way we were warned it could be messed up. The characters’ only respite is the OASIS, a virtual world where anything is possible.
Dare Me is a crime novel set in a high school, the story revolving around the members of a cheerleading team and their reactions to their new coach. And there’s a murder in there somewhere.
The premise fascinated me. The world of cheerleading was an entirely new setting for murder, at least in terms of my experience with crime novels, but I could definitely see it working, and the beginning set it up as being very sinister.
I am so, so tired of love triangles.
Why can’t we have a book with no romance at all? Why is all YA so preoccupied with who the main character should end up with?
I really enjoyed this book set in Wonderland. It was really well-written and exciting and I sped through it. However, I’m loathe to give it four stars because, despite how much fun I had reading it, every time I think about it I’m just annoyed by the main love interest.