Wednesday, June 24, 2015

*Review* Enchanted August by Brenda Bowen


Genre: Chick Lit
Published: June 2, 2015
Pages: 320
Ages: 14+

Synopsis

Set on a picture-perfect island in Maine, a sparkling summer debut that offers readers a universal fantasy: one glorious month away from it all
 
On a dreary spring day in Brooklyn, Lottie Wilkes and Rose Arbuthnot spot an ad on their children’s preschool bulletin board:

Hopewell Cottage
Little Lost Island, Maine.
Old, pretty cottage to rent on a small island.
Springwater, blueberries, sea glass.
August.

Neither can afford it, but they are smitten—Lottie could use a break from her overbearing husband and Rose from her relentless twins. On impulse, they decide to take the place and attract two others to share the steep rent: Caroline Dester, an indie movie star who’s getting over a very public humiliation, and elderly Beverly Fisher, who’s recovering from heartbreaking loss. If it’s not a perfect quartet, surely it will be fine for a month in the country.

When they arrive on the island, they are transformed by the salt air; the breathtaking views; the long, lazy days; and the happy routine of lobster, corn, and cocktails on the wraparound porch. By the time of the late-August blue moon, real life and its complications have finally fallen far, far away. For on this idyllic island they gradually begin to open up: to one another and to the possibilities of lives quite different from the ones they’ve been leading. Change can’t be that hard, can it?

With a cast of endearingly imperfect characters and set against the beauty of a gorgeous New England summer, Enchanted August brilliantly updates the beloved classic The Enchanted April in a novel of love and reawakening that is simply irresistible.
 


Review

I received a copy of this book through Penguin's First to Read program in exchange for an honest review.

This book is a modern retelling of Elizabeth von Arnim's The Enchanted April. The major events basically play out the same way, but with modern twists. I personally enjoyed Enchanted August more because it was easier for me to relate to and it didn't have me immediately wondering why a married woman would be getting a clothing allowance from her dad. I still found several of the characters detestable, although Caroline and Beverly didn't anger me quite as much in this version as they did in The Enchanted April (maybe because I knew what was coming.)

Like it's predecessor, this book also made me want to take a month long vacation, but I'm not so sure I want to go to Maine (I read way too much Stephen King for the very thought of Maine to not terrify me). A cottage in like Rhode Island or Delaware would be nice though, and I'd love to do a lobster bake some time, even though I much prefer crab to lobster. This book made it sound like so much fun. 

Overall I give Enchanted August 4 out of 5 stars. Having read both books, I would advise that if you enjoy classic literature, stick to the original because it's a great period piece, but if you're a bigger fan of contemporary stories , I think you'll find Enchanted August much more enjoyable, and I would highly recommend it. And if you want to read both, I'd recommend taking a break of a couple months after reading one before you start the other, so it doesn't feel as much like a repeat. 

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About the Author

BRENDA BOWEN read Pride and Prejudice in one sitting when she was twelve and has never quite recovered. She is devoted to Jane Austen, Mary Wesley, Philip Roth, Charlotte Bronte, Emily Dickinson, Billy Collins, Billy Shakespeare, Billie Holliday, Billy Wilder, and many other people named Billy. She lives and writes on Manhattan’s Upper West Side. Her favorite food in all the world is the blueberry.

If you are curious as to how Brenda got the idea for Enchanted August, this is what she says: “I almost never watch a movie based on a book before reading the book, but in the case of Enchanted April (the movie) I didn’t even know there was The Enchanted April (the book by the incomparable Elizabeth von Arnim). I saw the movie, loved it, read the book, loved it more — and every time I watched the film or read the novel I thought 'This story could be happening now.’ I wanted to read the updated version of The Enchanted April so much that I wrote it myself.”

Brenda was born in Philadelphia, grew up in England (from Herman’s Hermits to Queen to the Clash), was graduated from Colby College, made her career in New York, and longs for a cottage in Maine. 

Enchanted August (the book) will be published by Pamela Dorman Books/Viking in June, 2015, and by Vintage UK in July, 2015. An audio book, narrated by Broadway star Sierra Boggess, will also be available from Random House Audio in June. A new edition of The Enchanted April, with an introduction by Brenda Bowen, will be published at the same time by Penguin Classics.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

*Beyond the Books* Maybe I'm Crazy

There is no maybe about it, I'm definitely crazy. It's genetic. I get it from my mother. We don't call her Nana Cuckoo for nothing (and we really do call her Nana Cuckoo.) Before you get upset with me, or think that I'm mean for teaching my children to call her Nana Cuckoo, you should know that when my nephew and my son (who were born 2 1/2 months apart) were little, she had the bright idea that my sister and I should make a concerted effort to teach the boys their colors wrong (like blue would be orange, and orange would be green, etc.) My mother had a special education teaching degree when I was little, and she thought we should teach our boys the wrong names for colors. If that's not crazy, I don't know what is. And I am basically my mother's clone.

So what is it about me that makes me maybe (definitely) crazy? Well first there's the fact that I don't like doing things I've never done before. I basically have to have someone holding my hand and forcing me to do new things. We've lived in Germany for over four years, and I set foot in our mailroom for the first time last Thursday (I never set foot in the mailroom at the other two duty stations we've been stationed at here in those four years). Now that I've checked the mail once though, I'm fine doing it regularly (although not too often because frankly it's easier for my husband to go check it before heading home from work than it is for me to get myself and our two children in and out of the car twice just to check the mail. The fact that 99% of the mail we receive is for me is irrelevant.)

That meme about no woman every arguing with her husband when he's doing the dishes is absolutely not true in my house. I won't let my husband wash the dishes, because he loads the dishwasher all wrong. In spite of this, I still complain about having to wash the dishes, because I don't really like washing the dishes. But I would rather wash them myself than have my husband load the dishwasher all wrong. It took him almost 8 years of marriage to give up trying though, and I'm pretty sure he should get major points for that, he doesn't, but he should.

I don't like to eat in a room without the overhead lights on, which means candlelit dinners are completely out of the question (not that my husband is that kind of romantic to begin with.) The only exception to this rule is popcorn, because popcorn should always be eaten in a darkened room. This means that if my husband and I are watching a movie after the kids go to bed at night, and I decide I need a snack, I'm turning the lights on, and my husband just has to suffer the slight glare on the television. I'm not even ashamed of this.

I'm sure there are many more ways that I'm crazy, and maybe I'll ask my husband what they are later (because the three I've given so far all affect my husband the most) and see if he is brave enough to answer me. I'm betting he won't though, and it'll probably be because of one of the ways I'm crazy. - Katie

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*Summer Blog Hop* The Dockland Kingslayer by V.C. Remus

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 Title: The Dockland Kingslayer
Author: V.C. Remus
Genre: Fantasy/Steampunk
Published: May 10, 2015
Pages: 276
Ages: 12+

Synopsis: The tale of a young boy’s struggles in the Victorian nation of Thorton. After witnessing the wrongful execution of his parents, Alistair Métis seeks his king for answers to a never-ending list of questions. However, a lowborn child cannot escape the shackles of poverty to scour cobbled streets while on the run from the law. Alistair, too, was sentenced to die for his father’s crimes. The young boy’s journey spans the unforgiving West. His story brims with airships, cutthroats, war, mischief and wonder.




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Excerpt

The brothers march for hours, accompanied by the tune of boots stomping through dirt, dried and wet grass, mud, shallow waters, and even an obstacle course of putrefied cattle.

“Are you soldiers or corpses?” the legate bellows for the umpteenth time. His arms swing like pendulums.

At the rear of the file, a boy vomits. The last ‘puker’—as the legate refers to the burgeoning number of ill—had abandoned the line upon fainting; his fate is now unknown, though Esmond mentioned spotting a cart.

The mélange of stress, fatigue, and the capital weathersayer’s all-too-apt predictions work a number on even the heartiest recruits. The acrid smell of rotting livestock under a pitiless sun worsens their situation.

As the fetid stench of vomit fades, signaling the defeat of yet another Tiro, the young man behind Alistair whispers into his ear, “So, the legate really did a number on you, Tiro Bellagio? I hear he pisses fire.”

“What?” Alistair responds, his face twisting in a knot.

“Fire. Y’know, flames?”

“I heard what you said.”

Alistair examines the legate’s grimace. Strangely, the longer he stares, the less outrageous his mythos becomes.
“Maybe you’re right,” Alistair responds, one step bolder than a whisper.

After the tenth mile, recruits pepper the emerald Testing Grounds. Others maintain the visage of a loosely formed flock of birds succumbing to the wind. Throat parched, Alistair is no exception. His vision tunnels, and he loses sensation in his legs.

“If I die now,” he groans, his head feeling too heavy for his neck, “I can stop.”

“Soldiers or corpses?” The legate echoes ahead of the file.

About the Author


 Biography: V.C. Remus holds a bachelor’s degree in economics from Northern Illinois University. He is an economist, chess instructor, runner, RPG gamer, musician, songwriter, and avid reader of numerous genres. He is from Chicago, Illinois and owns three bunnies. To escape studying for his Series 7 and 63 examinations, he writes fantasy novels. His critically acclaimed debut series “Steamworks in the Bylea” was imagined on a late night in June of 2013 and completed on an early February morning in 2015.
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Saturday, June 20, 2015

*Review* Kennedy in Denver by R. Colora

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Genre: Romance
Published: June 6, 2015
Pages: 202
Ages: 18+

Synopsis

Kennedy Brennan was just about to start her life after graduating from the Barton Music Conservatory, She and her 3 best friends decide to have one last night out before the graduation ceremony the next morning. Accepting drinks from a secret admirer brings her life to a screeching halt. After waking up from a coma and facing her attacker during a trial she changes her identity and starts a new life in Denver. Finding an old run down building across the street from her favorite bakery she plans to start a Music Conservatory of her own. The only thing standing in her way is Billionaire Real Estate Developer and One of America’s Most Eligible Bachelors Easton Kerrigan. 

Kennedy and Easton's Story is the beginning of a 6 book Series involving The Kerrigan Siblings and Friends. 

All books are standalone and have a Happily Ever After for the main characters. 

These books will contain extremely dark subject matter and the couples face a lot of hardships before they find their HEA. 

This book contains GRAPHIC SEX SCENES, STRONG LANGUAGE, and VIOLENCE.


Review

In the interest of full disclosure, I was hired to proofread this book after it was published and received negative reviews mentioning spelling and grammar issues. I believe that I contributed to cleaning it up a lot. The only aspect of the story I had any influence on is the spelling and grammar, but I did receive financial compensation for working on this book. The author was not and is not aware that I am posting this review. I made that choice myself because I like to review every book I read. 

This story is told in first person and it alternates POVs occasionally, but not in every single chapter. This makes the events feel personal and I had no trouble picturing myself in Kennedy's shoes, or Easton's when I was seeing things from his perspective. I found myself feeling paranoid, determined, panicked, disoriented, happy, and concerned at one point or another throughout this book. Basically if Kennedy was feeling something, I was too.

One thing that R. Colora did exceptionally well in this book is the dialogue. It feels real and natural and almost never seemed forced or fake. This book also seemed rather dialogue heavy, but it worked. The emotions were conveyed just through what was being said most of the time.

Some of the details of this story seemed a bit too fanciful and outlandish to me, but mostly because they just seem to be so out of left field that I couldn't really fit them into the picture in my head. This was almost entirely related to Kennedy's money situation, so it wasn't really a major point of the story as a whole. 

Although the story spans several years, it moves at a fairly quick pace, jumping in time to leave out mundane every day life, and the jumps were executed fairly well. It was always made clear how much time had passed since the last scene ended. There isn't much else I can discuss without moving into spoiler territory, so I will just wrap this up now.

Overall I give this book 4 out of 5 stars because it kept me engaged and the dialogue was fantastic. I would definitely recommend this book to romance readers that like strong female leads. - Katie 

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About the Author

I'm NOT novelist I'm not even sure I would consider myself and author, I'm just a mom who likes to write stories, these stories are a fiction but come from personal life experience. 

I enjoy DIY Pinterest projects and crafting. I have a craft room that is now doubling as my writing room. when I write I like to listen to the music, Josh Groban seems to be my go to station on Pandora.

I was born in New York and went to P.S. 173 in Washington Heights and P.S. 246 in the Bronx. 

When we moved to Florida I started Elementary school at Maplewood Elementary before completing school at Cresthaven Elementary in Pompano Beach.I went to Deerfield Beach Middle School and Deerfield Beach High School before leaving the area for a fresh starts. 

I landed in Bradenton, Florida where I now live with my husband and three daughters; I spend my days as a stay at home mom driving my kids to schools and after school activities.


Tuesday, June 16, 2015

*Read This Review Roundup #39*

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Monday, June 15, 2015

*Summer Blog Hop* Amish Zombies from Space by Kerry Nietz

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 Title: Amish Zombies from Space
Author: Kerry Nietz
Published: May 5, 2015
Pages: 435
Ages: 16+ (I'm just guessing here.)

Synopsis: First, vampires in space. And now...zombies. Really? 

Jebediah and the others are trying to get over the horrors they faced in deep space, and now this. 

It's been five years, and the Amish colony on Miller's Resolve has finally gotten settled. Jeb and Sarah have a son. Elder Samuel is happy not being in charge. Darly has a private practice. And Greels is out of jail at last. 

But when a mysterious ship from space arrives on Resolve, it unleashes a horde of undead that might spell the end of the survivors and their dreams of peace. 

Will the specters of the past save them, or seal their fate?






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Kerry Nietz's first book was mentioned on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon
Excerpt

Mark turned to the east, in the direction the ship had gone. For a moment he felt like an ancient explorer, now in a place where none had traveled. The ground was decidedly hillier on this side, and the grass long. Clumps of trees dotted the landscape. It made for an eerie and lonely spectacle in the dwindling sunlight.
At first, he saw no trace of the craft, and he worried that he’d crossed the river in vain. Then to the southeast, he saw a glimmer of brightness. He steeled himself and walked that direction, taking higher than normal steps to break through the grass. After five minutes of this, he began to tire but still kept on. Wise or not, the journey seemed to balm his emotional torment. There was a certain distraction to it, even while he felt unsettled. He should be angry at this unusual arrival, but mostly he felt curious.
The glimmer disappeared and Mark paused. He waited to see if it would return, but it did not. There was a wide clump of trees in that general direction, possibly a quarter mile ahead. He resolved to walk to the club, and if he didn’t see anything, turn back for the river. Darkness was coming.
Ten minutes later he reached the trees. They were low-lying and bushy, not that dissimilar from the trees that lined the riverbank. At first he walked to the east side of them, but when he glimpsed the “ship” he found himself pulling back, hiding.
It was bone-like, or at least the part he could see was. The lower portion seemed to be buried in the ground. The rest was at a slight angle, and was cylindrical all the way to the top where it gradually widened out. The color was an off white and the surface was uneven. Not smooth like Guild ships. Definitely like bone.
The craft was silent. Only the breeze rustled in the trees above him. Was someone inside? Were they injured? His compassion, his goal to be Christ-like, beckoned him onward, but something else restrained him. The strangeness of the ship, the odd way it came in, and even the uncanny quiet surrounding it—he didn’t like to admit he was fearful, but he was.
There was a deep “thunk” followed by a strained scratching sound, as if a rat were trying to carve its way in through a ceiling. The sound must’ve come from the other side of the ship, because Mark saw no visible change in the side facing him. He looked to the left and saw another clump of trees some distance to the east, too far away to reach quickly. He contemplated leaving his hiding place anyway. Curiosity suppressing fear.
Someone stumbled into view. His hair was bedraggled, his face smeared with grime and blood. His clothing was ripped in multiple places, exposing all of one arm and part of a leg. Both appendages appeared injured, though the leg more so, as it had a long cut that was visible even from where Mark stood.
The clothing wasn’t that different than Mark’s own, dark pants with suspenders and a light shirt. So perhaps it was another pilgrim?
This couldn’t be the pilot. All the others had been flown in by English’s. The pilot must’ve been injured, unable to control the ship. That would explain much—the craft’s tumble and its apparent crash landing.
It wouldn’t explain the ship’s design, though. That was still strange.
The man took a few limping steps forward, then panned the horizon all around. He looked down, then took another step to his left. A low groan escaped his lips.
If the man is injured, Mark though, I need to see if I can help. He stepped free of the trees.
The breeze seemed to stop, the grass falling completely still. The man’s eyes searched again and Mark raised a tentative hand. Waved.
The man’s eyes locked on him, and he froze for a full ten seconds.
The he seemed to smile.

About the Author

Biography: Kerry Nietz is a refugee of the software industry. He spent more than a decade of his life flipping bits, first as one of the principal developers of the database product FoxPro for the now mythical Fox Software, and then as one of Bill Gates's minions at Microsoft. He is a husband, a father, a technophile and a movie buff. Kerry has one non-fiction book, a memoir entitled FoxTales: Behind the Scenes at Fox Software. Amish Zombies from Space is his sixth novel.



Thursday, June 11, 2015

*Beyond the Books* Stress Relievers

Ironically, this post is supposed to be about stress relievers, and just thinking about getting it written on time is causing me a little bit of stress. Not a whole lot, but I'd planned on getting it written early, and here it is, Wednesday night with the post supposed to go live on Thursday and I'm just starting. I'm also thinking about popping open a bottle of my favorite stress reliever, wine. Drinking 800 grapes sounds like a fabulous idea right now, of course drinking 800 grapes sounds like a fabulous idea pretty much every night. Before I get too far into discussing what I use to relieve stress, I feel like I should give you some insight into my biggest sources of stress.

I'm a stay at home mom, and I'm also homeschooling my children at the moment, they're 4 and 6. The last time I had even an evening away from them was about six months ago, and our babysitter that night hadn't managed to get them into bed before we got home at midnight (I don't blame the babysitter because the news that he was coming over to play with them in the first place got the kids super hyped up.) So basically, I'm around my kids ALL the time. That is a problem for me for a few reasons. One, I feel like I forget how to talk to adults, my husband and I even copy our children's mannerisms occasionally. Two, I have a low threshold for physical contact. I can only take so much touching before I basically have a panic attack, and it can be something as simple as a foot brushing my leg that sends me over the edge. When that happens I want to lash out and punch the person that just touched me. I don't do it, but I have had to lock myself in the bathroom before because when I freak out, it understandably upsets the kids and they want cuddles to feel better and I'm in no position to be giving those cuddles at that time. I feel awful about it while it's happening, but I can't stop it either. Based on the stories my mother tells about me never wanting to be held as an infant, and only barely tolerating it while she was nursing me, I have reason to believe I was just born this way. Too much physical contact is my biggest source of stress.

Then there's the blog, which provides some stress too, usually in the form of reading deadlines, which I have recently taken steps to curb greatly by changing the way I read and review books. But since I'm also a freelance proofreader, I still find myself with deadlines that must be met, and added stress because I'm trying to squeeze blogging in between proofreading. Maybe I should quit doing one of them, but I mostly enjoy doing both, so I don't want to.

So physical contact, blogging, and proofreading are basically my only sources of stress, and I can minimize the stress from two of those sources. But what do I do when I really need to relieve the stress build up?

My first avenue of stress relief is mindless Facebook surfing or entering Goodreads giveaways. Facebook is not always a great stress relief, especially around election time because I am very passionate about some things politically, and I have many friends that have opposing view points on those things. I usually try to just scroll on by when I'm already stressed, but sometimes they just push my buttons. Entering Goodreads giveaways is always good for some mindless activity though (and it doesn't damage my liver.)

Another thing I do to help relieve stress is play games on my iPad. I really enjoy puzzle games like Candy Crush, and have several different puzzle game apps installed on my iPad. These games become a bit of an obsession for me though.

And my final and favorite source of stress relief is wine, wonderful wine. I try not to indulge in this one too often though because it does damage my liver, and because I'm almost always drinking alone, I have to drink the entire 800 grapes by myself in one go (because having leftover wine is a travesty!)

So there you have it. The things that cause me stress and the measures I take to relieve it. What do you do for stress relief? - Katie

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