I’ve been making my way through Gail Carriger’s Finishing School series over the past four years, picking one up when I found myself wanting something light and fun, and this fourth and final book was probably my favorite. As with the others, we’re in steampunk/paranormal alternate England in the 1850s; our heroine, Sophronia, is a student at Miss Geraldine’s Quality Finishing School for Young Ladies, where the students are actually getting a training in espionage as well as in manners. Throughout the series, Sophronia and her friends have been trying to foil the dastardly plans of an anti-paranormal group called the Picklemen, so it’s not surprising that the Picklemen feature heavily in this book. But the Picklemen and their plans were less interesting to me than Sophronia and her friends: I love how the book opens with a ball where the students have been told they have to be dressed as and in character as each other, with Sophronia assigned to be the more retiring Agatha, Agatha assigned to be their bubbly friend Dimity, Dimity assigned to be class Mean Girl Preshea, and Preshea assigned to be Sophronia herself. I like, too, the scenes we get of the girls in London over their Christmas holidays, and the bits of humor, like this: “Dimity had firm opinions on cucumber, which she felt was nothing more than slimy, embarrassingly shaped water and should never, under any circumstances, be presented at table” (131). And I like how in this book, Sophronia finally figures out/admits to herself who she wants to be with, romantically speaking. All those bits are more satisfying to me than the action-adventure portion of the plot, though the action is well-written and I found myself caught up in it, too.
January 11th, 2017
The Luck Uglies is a pleasing middle-grade fantasy novel, the kind that starts with a charmingly-drawn map of the place where the book is set, which in this case is a village called Drowning, though really it’s “more of a sprawling town than a village, one built on a foundation of secrets, rules, and lies, but mostly just mud” (3). As the book opens, we meet eleven-year-old Rye O’Chanter and her friends Folly and Quinn, who are running across the town’s rooftops with an accidentally-stolen book, its owner in hot pursuit: it’s clear this is going to be a story with significant amounts of adventure.
The stolen book, though, isn’t really at the center of things, though it does feature a bit in the plot. Drowning has problems, and not just because of the Earl who governs it with heavy taxes, arbitrary fines, and repressive laws. Drowning has a river on one side and bogs on the other, and the bogs have historically been home to dangerous creatures called Bog Noblins—though they’re supposed to be extinct, vanquished by a quasi-criminal gang called the Luck Uglies who were then pushed out of town themselves. But what if the Bog Noblins are still out there? When Rye actually sees one, this becomes more than a theoretical question. If the Luck Uglies are gone, who will protect the town now? Or are the Luck Uglies still around, too?
Rye (who lives just outside the town walls, near the bogs, with her mom and her younger sister and their cat) learns rather more than she expects to over the course of the book, about Bog Noblins and Luck Uglies and also about her family, her friends, and herself. I appreciated the characters and the writing: Riley’s bookish friend Quinn, for example, lives alone with his dad, and we learn that at their house, with its piles of books and other things, there’s “a fine line between hidden and lost” (38). A description of the Bog Noblins, read out by the town crier, is this totally great sentence: “Typical Bog Noblin activities include clawing, biting, growling, consumption of humans and livestock, vandalism, and recreational dismemberment” (124). A library is described as having “a scent that was part mildew, part magic” (254). And I liked the excitement of the plot, even though a few of the revelations were obvious to me well before they become obvious to Rye: I was having enough fun that I didn’t particularly mind. This book is the first in a trilogy, and I’m looking forward to reading more about this world.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Parts 1 & 2 by Jack Thorne
Arthur A. Levine Books (Scholastic), 2016
January 4th, 2017
I wasn’t necessarily planning to read Harry Potter and the Cursed Child—I mean, I like the Harry Potter universe and I’ve read all the books but, eh, a play written by someone other than J.K. Rowling, based on a story that she co-wrote with him and another guy? I don’t know; I wasn’t convinced I’d be into it. But then my boyfriend borrowed it from a friend, and then, after he finished it, it somehow ended up on the top of my pile of books to read. And while there are things I didn’t like about it, I’m totally glad I read it.
A thing you should know about this play is that it’s quite plot-heavy, and I’m not sure how much I can actually say about the plot without giving away too much. It’s set 19 years after the Battle of Hogwarts and it focuses partly on one of Harry’s kids, Albus Severus, who’s about to start his first year at Hogwarts when the play opens. Albus ends up being friends with Draco Malfoy’s son, Scorpius, and adventures ensue. Scorpius, for me, was the best thing about this play: he’s smart and charming and brave and kind and my only problem with his friendship with Albus is that it’s not more than a friendship. (Maybe I should just go re-read Rainbow Rowell’s Carry On?)
This was a really quick read and I was totally engrossed in it while reading, despite a few clunky/overwrought pieces of dialogue and some quibbles about characterization (Ron Weasley in particular, who felt much flatter than I think he should have, aside from a few choice moments in climactic scenes).
September 20th, 2016
As I make my way through Luke Pearson’s “Hilda” graphic novels for kids, I find myself liking each one more than the last. The art is consistently excellent—I like the colors, the clean lines, and how it rewards attention to detail—and the stories keep getting better. This one opens with a scene from Hilda’s life in the country, where she used to wander on her own to the edge of the forest to draw, and her mom was fine with it. Now, Hilda and her mom have just moved to the city of Trolberg, and Hilda’s planning some solo exploration of their neighborhood, but her mom doesn’t think it’s safe. She wants Hilda to stay inside for the day, but promises they can go out together to the town’s annual Bird Parade that night. Some kids from Hilda’s school show up, though, and her mom lets her go out with them. But rather than drawing or reading or even playing at the playground, these kids amuse themselves by pulling pranks on strangers and throwing rocks at birds: Hilda, who is kind and has a rapport with all kinds of creatures, is clearly horrified. When one of the kids actually hits a bird with a rock, Hilda rushes to help it, and her interactions with the bird lead to further wanderings, and to the kind of adventure she maybe didn’t think was possible in the city.
I love the below, in which Hilda’s explaining to the bird that she didn’t think she liked the city at first, but now she thinks she might:
September 19th, 2016
At the start of Anastasia Has the Answers, we learn that Anastasia (who is 13 now) has decided she wants to be a journalist, which helps to give a pleasing structure to the book. She’s learned that journalists should think about the “Who, what, when, where, and why” of the situation behind the piece they’re writing, and should answer those questions near the beginning: each chapter ends with an excerpt from Anastasia’s notebook in which she puts a journalistic spin on whatever’s been going on, and we get to see her crossed-out initial drafts as well as her final result.
As with some of the other books in this series, some of the plot/conflict centers around some ill-fated plan that Anastasia comes up with—though I was pleased that the plans in this book were less stressful than in some of the others. First: Anastasia’s Uncle George, whose wife has just died suddenly, comes to visit from LA, and Anastasia decides she should try to set him up with someone, maybe her friend Daphne’s mom (Daphne’s parents are getting divorced). Meanwhile, Anastasia has been struggling to learn to climb a rope in gym class, and decides she wants to teach herself how and unveil her newfound skill at a demonstration her class will give to a team of visiting foreign educators. The first plan is not such a great idea, but Anastasia doesn’t push it too hard: she’s busier with the second plan, especially because she totally has a crush on her (female) gym teacher and wants to impress her.
This was a fun and quick Sunday read for me, and I look forward to picking up the next one in the series at some point.
I liked this second “Hilda” book more than the first: the art is as whimsical and gorgeous as it was in the first book, and there’s a bit more of a story. Just after the book opens, Hilda and her mom hear a knock on their door: but when Hilda opens it, no one’s there. Hilda finds a tiny envelope on the grass outside: it’s the latest in a series of threatening letters (all equally tiny). The letters, all of which are from local elves (who are invisible to Hilda and her mom) all say that Hilda and her mom have to leave their home. But things quickly escalate after the arrival of this letter: stones come through the windows, and the elves announce that Hilda and her mom are being forcibly evicted. Hilda manages to prevent that from happening, but her mom suggests that maybe they should move to town anyway: it’d be better for her career, and maybe better for Hilda, too. Hilda’s having none of it, and her mom agrees that if she can get the elves to let them stay without further harassment, then they can stay.
Meanwhile, the elves aren’t the only fantastical creatures around: late at night, Hilda keeps seeing a giant who’s unfathomably enormous, mountain-sized. Size is relative, of course: Hilda’s as much of a giant to the elves as this giant is to her, and the idea that we’re all going about our lives, possibly oblivious to/overlooking others around us, gets played with in humorous and satisfying ways.
August 3rd, 2016
How to Train Your Dragon wasn’t really on my list of books I was curious about until I saw the mention of the audiobook (narrated by David Tennant!) in this post over at Shelf Love. I had never actually listened to an audiobook before this, and a kids’ book with a talented actor as narrator seemed like a good one to start with.
The novel centers on a story from the childhood of one Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, a member of the Hairy Hooligan tribe on an island called Berk. As part of the tribe’s initiation rites, Hiccup and the rest of the boys his age all have to catch—and train—dragons. Hiccup is a skinny kid who doesn’t really fit in with the rest of the Hairy Hooligans: he and his friend Fishlegs are convinced they’re not going to be able to catch dragons, let alone train them, and are therefore convinced they’ll end up sent into exile. Hiccup does end up with a dragon, but things still don’t seem promising: his dragon, Toothless, is an undersized creature who doesn’t look particularly threatening, but also is strong-willed/has no interest in being trained. And Hiccup is no good at the normal way of training dragons, which is simply to yell at them. So Hiccup has to figure out how to get Toothless trained, but that turns out to actually be the least of his problems.
This book is often quite funny, and I especially liked the little humorous details – we learn that the grown-up Hiccup is a “regular writer for Big Dragon Monthly,” and a book he consults has a blurb from “Squidface the Terrible” and a price of “one small chicken, twenty oysters.” And David Tennant does a brilliant job with the audiobook—so very many good voices, dramatic pauses, perfect intonations.
July 30th, 2016
Wonderstruck alternates between two (intertwining) stories, one told in words and the other told in pictures, and it totally worked for me—it’s dreamy and beautiful and very satisfyingly full of excellent New York City scenes/moments. The book starts with Ben, a twelve-year-old kid in northeastern Minnesota in 1977. His mom died in a car accident three months ago; he’s living with his aunt and uncle and cousins and feeling adrift—his mom raised him alone (he doesn’t know anything about his dad) and they were close/he misses her lots. After we learn a little about Ben (how he was born deaf in one ear, how he’s always been a quiet/solitary kid, how he has a wooden box in which he keeps little treasures—rocks and twigs and a fossil and such) we jump to Rose, a twelve-year-old kid in Hoboken in 1927. She’s solitary, too, and isolated, partly because she’s a deaf child of hearing parents who worry it’s not safe for her to navigate the world by herself. (We see her sneaking out to go to a silent movie, and then to a theatre in Manhattan.) Back to Ben: a series of events leads to him getting on a bus to New York City, having found some things in his mom’s bedroom that make him think his father might be there, and that he might be able to find him.
I don’t want to say more because so much of the pleasure of this book is in watching the stories unfold, but I will say that, in a nod to From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, Ben ends up sleeping at the American Museum of Natural History, and it’s totally excellent. The NYC-drawings are some of my favorite things in this book—dioramas and a cabinet-of-wonders exhibit at AMNH, the Panorama at the Queens Museum of Art (now the Queens Museum), the Unisphere, buildings with lit-up windows, the city skyline. It’s all so lovely. Here is a picture I took when I was reading this the other day, so you can see some of Selznick’s art:
July 10th, 2016
Hildafolk is a quick and sweet graphic novel for kids that made me want a backyard and a tent and a rainstorm. At the start, we see the little red cottage where Hilda lives with her mother: it looks very cozy, with yellow-lit windows and smoke coming out of a chimney, a spot of warmth in a rocky landscape. Inside, Hilda is listening to the weather report on the radio and reading a book about trolls. When she hears it’s going to rain, she asks her mom if she can sleep in the tent that night; her mom says she can.
But sleeping in the tent is only a little adventure: the next day, Hilda and Twig (her animal companion, who is like a small blue fox with antlers) go outside so Hilda can draw. She sees a rock that has a protrusion like a nose: she’s sure it’s really a troll, so she sketches it, but only after taking the precaution of tying a bell to the protrusion so she’ll hear it if the rock moves. Hilda and Twig fall asleep, then wake to the darkening sky and the sound of the bell—and things get more exciting from there.
I like Hilda’s boldness, and the whimsy of her world – the troll is not the only fantastical creature around. There’s also a sea-spirit (see picture below—depicted in a way that makes me think of Miyazaki, particularly Spirited Away), a wood man who comes into Hilda’s cottage when she leaves the door open (and brings firewood), a giant, and other creatures we only glimpse.
I found the art stronger than the writing—I love, for example, the panel showing rain falling on the outside of Hilda’s tent, with the KSSSHHH sound of the rain appearing as letters in the sky, or the panel showing Hilda’s bedroom in which you can see that she has a picture over her bed of a boat with the arms of a kraken reaching out of the water next to it. Not that the writing is bad—I thought some of it was quite funny—but the flow of the art was stronger, I thought. Still, I enjoyed this and will be reading the next one.
This book is the third in a middle-grade historical fiction/fantasy trilogy, and I found it a pleasing conclusion to the story of Alfred Bunce, who kills monsters (bogles) for a living, and his various young friends/apprentices. Each book focuses on a different one of the kids, and at the center of this one is Ned Roach, who’s a bogler’s apprentice somewhat reluctantly. I mean, it’s better than being a mudlark or a fruit-seller, but it’s scary and dangerous and Ned doesn’t particularly think he wants to actually be a bogler when he grows up, though Alfred thinks he has the required thoughtfulness and cool-headedness. But in this book, other options open up for Ned, thanks to Alfred’s position on the newly-formed Committee for the Regulation of Subterranean Anomalies, which is employed by the Board of Works and includes an engineer who notices and admires Ned’s intelligence and interest in all things mechanical/infrastructural/logistical.
As with the other two books, this one alternates between bogle-hunting expeditions and other events, and it makes for a fun mixture of adventure and other aspects of the plot. And as with the other books, the details of Victorian-era London are satisfying: I love that at one point, the characters are looking at a map of all the bogles that Alfred has killed, which they then overlay with a map of the sewer system in a scene that feels like a nod to John Snow’s map of the 1854 cholera outbreak.