Book Lust
I've been reading a lot of books lately, but I have been quite taken with Libba Bray's young adult Gemma Doyle trilogy. My interest was piqued by the cover for a long time:
What a pleasant surprise to find that for once, you can actually judge a book by its cover. The content was amazing and exactly what was suggested---a trip through the dark secrets of a finishing school just outside London during the Victorian era. There, a teenage girl begins to discover for the first time the great magic she can unleash, and its grave consequences. Most importantly, she learns how to use that magic to evade the controlling clutches of the culture around her that doesn't want her to have any dreams.
All I can say aside from that is that, if it's even possible, the sequel "Rebel Angels" was twice as good---so good that on Thursday, still half-drained from a severe cold, I stumbled to Book Cellar to see if they had a copy of the third book in the trilogy just so I could keep myself engrossed in the world of Spence Academy. Also good enough that I asked Andrew to buy me the book from Barnes and Noble tonight (after my outing on Thursday proved fruitless and only exacerbated my runny nose), even knowing I placed a hold on it through the library today and it's on its way to me in the next week anyway. I haven't actually done that since I got really into the Harry Potter series and couldn't wait for the library to open on Monday to get the next book. I have the same sense of anticipation and dread that I got reading that series and knowing I was almost at the end of words written about that world.
Oh yeah, I refuse to talk about my terrible cold (it's pretty much over), the weather, or other miseries. I don't know whether it's the fact that a fantasy about escaping repressive environments is just what I need right now (possibly), or the cold medication, or some combination of all of the above, but it really seems lovely right now.
What a pleasant surprise to find that for once, you can actually judge a book by its cover. The content was amazing and exactly what was suggested---a trip through the dark secrets of a finishing school just outside London during the Victorian era. There, a teenage girl begins to discover for the first time the great magic she can unleash, and its grave consequences. Most importantly, she learns how to use that magic to evade the controlling clutches of the culture around her that doesn't want her to have any dreams.
All I can say aside from that is that, if it's even possible, the sequel "Rebel Angels" was twice as good---so good that on Thursday, still half-drained from a severe cold, I stumbled to Book Cellar to see if they had a copy of the third book in the trilogy just so I could keep myself engrossed in the world of Spence Academy. Also good enough that I asked Andrew to buy me the book from Barnes and Noble tonight (after my outing on Thursday proved fruitless and only exacerbated my runny nose), even knowing I placed a hold on it through the library today and it's on its way to me in the next week anyway. I haven't actually done that since I got really into the Harry Potter series and couldn't wait for the library to open on Monday to get the next book. I have the same sense of anticipation and dread that I got reading that series and knowing I was almost at the end of words written about that world.
Oh yeah, I refuse to talk about my terrible cold (it's pretty much over), the weather, or other miseries. I don't know whether it's the fact that a fantasy about escaping repressive environments is just what I need right now (possibly), or the cold medication, or some combination of all of the above, but it really seems lovely right now.