January72012
City of Lost Souls - out 8th May 2012
The New York Times bestselling Mortal Instruments continues—and so do the thrills and danger for Jace, Clary, and Simon. Can the lost be reclaimed? What price is too high to pay for love? Who can be trusted when sin and salvation collide? Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge. Darkness threatens to claim the Shadowhunters in the harrowing fifth book of the Mortal Instruments series.

City of Lost Souls: Excerpt
Simon stood and stared numbly at the front door of his house.

He’d never known another home. This was the place his parents had brought him home to when he was born. He had grown up within the walls of the Brooklyn row house. He’d played on the street under the leafy shade of the trees in the summer, and had made improvised sleds out of garbage can lids in the winter. In this house his whole family had sat shivah after his father had died. Here he had kissed Clary for the first time.

He had never imagined a day when the door of the house would be closed to him. The last time he had seen his mother, she had called him a monster and prayed at him that he would go away. He had made her forget that he was a vampire, using glamour, but he had not known how long the glamour would last. As he stood in the cold autumn air, staring in front of him, he knew it had not lasted long enough.

The door was covered with signs—Stars of David splashed on in paint, the incised shape of the symbol for Chai, life. Tefillin were bound to the doorknob and knocker. A hamesh, the Hand of God, covered the peephole.

Numbly he put his hand to the metal mezuzah affixed to the right side of the doorway. He saw the smoke rise from the place where his hand touched the holy object, but he felt nothing. No pain. Only a terrible empty blankness, rising slowly into a cold rage.

He kicked the bottom of the door and heard the echo through the house. “Mom!” he shouted. “Mom, it’s me!”

There was no reply—only the sound of the bolts being turned on the door. His sensitized hearing had recognized his mother’s footsteps, her breathing, but she said nothing. He could smell acrid fear and panic even through the wood. “Mom!” His voice broke. “Mom, this is ridiculous! Let me in! It’s me, Simon!”

The door juddered, as if she had kicked it. “Go away!” Her voice was rough, unrecognizable with terror. “Murderer!”

"I don’t kill people." Simon leaned his head against the door. He knew he could probably kick it down, but what would be the point? "I told you. I drink animal blood."

He heard her whisper, softly, several words in Hebrew. “You killed my son,” she said. “You killed him and put a monster in his place.”

"I am your son—"

"You wear his face and speak with his voice, but you are not him! You’re not Simon!" Her voice rose to almost a scream. "Get away from my house before I kill you, monster!"

"Becky," he said. His face was wet; he put his hands up to touch it, and they came away stained: His tears were bloody. "What have you told Becky?"

"Stay away from your sister." Simon heard a clattering from inside the house, as if something had been knocked over.

"Mom," he said again, but this time his voice wouldn’t rise. It came out as a hoarse whisper. His hand had begun to throb. "I need to know—is Becky there? Mom, open the door. Please—"

"Stay away from Becky!" She was backing away from the door; he could hear it. Then came the unmistakeable squeal of the kitchen door swinging open, the creak of the linoleum as she walked on it. The sound of a drawer being opened. Suddenly he imagined his mother grabbing for one of the knives.

Before I kill you, monster.

The thought rocked him back on his heels. If she struck out at him, the Mark would rise. It would destroy her as it had destroyed Lilith.

He dropped his hand and backed up slowly, stumbling down the steps and across the sidewalk, fetching up against the trunk of one of the big trees that shaded the block. He stood where he was, staring at the front door of his house, marked and disfigured with the symbols of his mother’s hate for him.

No, he reminded himself. She didn’t hate him. She thought he was dead. What she hated was something that didn’t exist. I am not what she says I am.

He didn’t know how long he would have stood there, staring, if his phone hadn’t begun to ring, vibrating his coat pocket.

He reached for it reflexively, noticing that the pattern from the front of the mezuzah—interlocked Stars of David—was burned into the palm of his hand. He switched hands and put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

"Simon?" It was Clary. She sounded breathless. "Where are you?"

"Home," he said, and paused. "My mother’s house," he amended. His voice sounded hollow and distant to his own ears. "Why aren’t you back at the Institute? Is everyone all right?"

"That’s just it," she said. "Just after you left, Maryse came back down from the roof where Jace was supposed to be waiting. There was no one there."

Simon moved. Without quite realizing he was doing it, like a mechanical doll, he began walking up the street, toward the subway station. “What do you mean, there was no one there?”

"Jace was gone," she said, and he could hear the strain in her voice. "And so was Sebastian."

Simon stopped in the shadow of a bare-branched tree. “But he was dead. He’s dead, Clary—”

"Then you tell me why he isn’t there, because he isn’t," she said, her voice finally breaking. "There’s nothing up there but a lot of blood and broken glass. They’re both gone, Simon. Jace is gone… ."

What are your thoughts, speculations and theories?

City of Lost Souls - out 8th May 2012
The New York Times bestselling Mortal Instruments continues—and so do the thrills and danger for Jace, Clary, and Simon. Can the lost be reclaimed? What price is too high to pay for love? Who can be trusted when sin and salvation collide? Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge. Darkness threatens to claim the Shadowhunters in the harrowing fifth book of the Mortal Instruments series.

City of Lost Souls: Excerpt
Simon stood and stared numbly at the front door of his house.

He’d never known another home. This was the place his parents had brought him home to when he was born. He had grown up within the walls of the Brooklyn row house. He’d played on the street under the leafy shade of the trees in the summer, and had made improvised sleds out of garbage can lids in the winter. In this house his whole family had sat shivah after his father had died. Here he had kissed Clary for the first time.

He had never imagined a day when the door of the house would be closed to him. The last time he had seen his mother, she had called him a monster and prayed at him that he would go away. He had made her forget that he was a vampire, using glamour, but he had not known how long the glamour would last. As he stood in the cold autumn air, staring in front of him, he knew it had not lasted long enough.

The door was covered with signs—Stars of David splashed on in paint, the incised shape of the symbol for Chai, life. Tefillin were bound to the doorknob and knocker. A hamesh, the Hand of God, covered the peephole.

Numbly he put his hand to the metal mezuzah affixed to the right side of the doorway. He saw the smoke rise from the place where his hand touched the holy object, but he felt nothing. No pain. Only a terrible empty blankness, rising slowly into a cold rage.

He kicked the bottom of the door and heard the echo through the house. “Mom!” he shouted. “Mom, it’s me!”

There was no reply—only the sound of the bolts being turned on the door. His sensitized hearing had recognized his mother’s footsteps, her breathing, but she said nothing. He could smell acrid fear and panic even through the wood. “Mom!” His voice broke. “Mom, this is ridiculous! Let me in! It’s me, Simon!”

The door juddered, as if she had kicked it. “Go away!” Her voice was rough, unrecognizable with terror. “Murderer!”

"I don’t kill people." Simon leaned his head against the door. He knew he could probably kick it down, but what would be the point? "I told you. I drink animal blood."

He heard her whisper, softly, several words in Hebrew. “You killed my son,” she said. “You killed him and put a monster in his place.”

"I am your son—"

"You wear his face and speak with his voice, but you are not him! You’re not Simon!" Her voice rose to almost a scream. "Get away from my house before I kill you, monster!"

"Becky," he said. His face was wet; he put his hands up to touch it, and they came away stained: His tears were bloody. "What have you told Becky?"

"Stay away from your sister." Simon heard a clattering from inside the house, as if something had been knocked over.

"Mom," he said again, but this time his voice wouldn’t rise. It came out as a hoarse whisper. His hand had begun to throb. "I need to know—is Becky there? Mom, open the door. Please—"

"Stay away from Becky!" She was backing away from the door; he could hear it. Then came the unmistakeable squeal of the kitchen door swinging open, the creak of the linoleum as she walked on it. The sound of a drawer being opened. Suddenly he imagined his mother grabbing for one of the knives.

Before I kill you, monster.

The thought rocked him back on his heels. If she struck out at him, the Mark would rise. It would destroy her as it had destroyed Lilith.

He dropped his hand and backed up slowly, stumbling down the steps and across the sidewalk, fetching up against the trunk of one of the big trees that shaded the block. He stood where he was, staring at the front door of his house, marked and disfigured with the symbols of his mother’s hate for him.

No, he reminded himself. She didn’t hate him. She thought he was dead. What she hated was something that didn’t exist. I am not what she says I am.

He didn’t know how long he would have stood there, staring, if his phone hadn’t begun to ring, vibrating his coat pocket.

He reached for it reflexively, noticing that the pattern from the front of the mezuzah—interlocked Stars of David—was burned into the palm of his hand. He switched hands and put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

"Simon?" It was Clary. She sounded breathless. "Where are you?"

"Home," he said, and paused. "My mother’s house," he amended. His voice sounded hollow and distant to his own ears. "Why aren’t you back at the Institute? Is everyone all right?"

"That’s just it," she said. "Just after you left, Maryse came back down from the roof where Jace was supposed to be waiting. There was no one there."

Simon moved. Without quite realizing he was doing it, like a mechanical doll, he began walking up the street, toward the subway station. “What do you mean, there was no one there?”

"Jace was gone," she said, and he could hear the strain in her voice. "And so was Sebastian."

Simon stopped in the shadow of a bare-branched tree. “But he was dead. He’s dead, Clary—”

"Then you tell me why he isn’t there, because he isn’t," she said, her voice finally breaking. "There’s nothing up there but a lot of blood and broken glass. They’re both gone, Simon. Jace is gone… ."

What are your thoughts, speculations and theories?

January52012
Bloodlines by Richelle Mead PLEASE NOTE MY REVIEW DOES CONTAIN SPOILERS

After reading the Vampire Academy I wasn’t really sure whether I wanted to read another one of Richelle Mead’s novels but I’m glad I read Bloodlines.  I thought I’d read it, just like the VA series, to see what all of the fuss was about. In my opinion it was sooo much better than Richelle’s VA series.  I reckon that you could read Bloodlines, without having previously read the VA series and understood it perfectly. 

My first main disappointment with the Vampire Academy series was the ending of the last novel.  As we all know,if we have read the series, Rose got everything she ever wanted in the end and deeply hurt Adrian’s feelings in the process. I felt soo sorry for Adrain at the end of the VA series as Rose had manipulated Adrian.  I don’t know how we were really supposed to like Rose after everything she had done. I know I certainly had enough of hearing about her love for Dimitri. Luckily, with the Bloodlines series it was written from the point of view of Sydney. Which I really liked because it gave me more of an Insight into the Alchemist world.

Another thing I liked about the series was it had soo much less romance from the VA series.  At least, there was no instense Rose and Dimitri romantic sections. If you read my last review you’d know I am not fussed on romantic novels but I can stand a little bit of romance as long as it doesn’t go overbord.  But, then the novel didn’t have no romance. There was still Lee and Jill’s romance (I felt so sorry for Jill after I found out that Lee had died). 

I also really liked how Richelle Mead ended the novel. Yes, she did leave a lot of questions unanswered but she nicely set up the ending of her novel to suggest their was going to be a sequel. For example: what does Dimitri’s arrival signify? And… we never really know what happens to Keith? I mean we do know that he is leaving Palm Springs but we still don’t know what his actual punishment will be. I just hope Richelle answers those questions in the next novel.

Another good thing about Bloodlines, was the plot.  It wasn’t very predictable (like in the VA series) about what happens next (to me anyway).  I didn’t believe Lee was a pyschopah (that completely took me by surprise) and I had figured out that there was something suss about Keith but I didn’t truly think he was that involved in the tattoo. Believe it or not… I was also completely surprised when Jill revealed to Sydney that she and Adrian are bound, just like Rose and Lissa are. Maybe… I’m just not good at putting the clues together. 

I rate Bloodlines 3/5 stars and look forward to reading it’s sequel, the Golden Lily, when it comes out later this year.  What do you think?

Bloodlines by Richelle Mead PLEASE NOTE MY REVIEW DOES CONTAIN SPOILERS

After reading the Vampire Academy I wasn’t really sure whether I wanted to read another one of Richelle Mead’s novels but I’m glad I read Bloodlines. I thought I’d read it, just like the VA series, to see what all of the fuss was about. In my opinion it was sooo much better than Richelle’s VA series. I reckon that you could read Bloodlines, without having previously read the VA series and understood it perfectly.

My first main disappointment with the Vampire Academy series was the ending of the last novel. As we all know,if we have read the series, Rose got everything she ever wanted in the end and deeply hurt Adrian’s feelings in the process. I felt soo sorry for Adrain at the end of the VA series as Rose had manipulated Adrian. I don’t know how we were really supposed to like Rose after everything she had done. I know I certainly had enough of hearing about her love for Dimitri. Luckily, with the Bloodlines series it was written from the point of view of Sydney. Which I really liked because it gave me more of an Insight into the Alchemist world.

Another thing I liked about the series was it had soo much less romance from the VA series. At least, there was no instense Rose and Dimitri romantic sections. If you read my last review you’d know I am not fussed on romantic novels but I can stand a little bit of romance as long as it doesn’t go overbord. But, then the novel didn’t have no romance. There was still Lee and Jill’s romance (I felt so sorry for Jill after I found out that Lee had died).

I also really liked how Richelle Mead ended the novel. Yes, she did leave a lot of questions unanswered but she nicely set up the ending of her novel to suggest their was going to be a sequel. For example: what does Dimitri’s arrival signify? And… we never really know what happens to Keith? I mean we do know that he is leaving Palm Springs but we still don’t know what his actual punishment will be. I just hope Richelle answers those questions in the next novel.

Another good thing about Bloodlines, was the plot. It wasn’t very predictable (like in the VA series) about what happens next (to me anyway). I didn’t believe Lee was a pyschopah (that completely took me by surprise) and I had figured out that there was something suss about Keith but I didn’t truly think he was that involved in the tattoo. Believe it or not… I was also completely surprised when Jill revealed to Sydney that she and Adrian are bound, just like Rose and Lissa are. Maybe… I’m just not good at putting the clues together.

I rate Bloodlines 3/5 stars and look forward to reading it’s sequel, the Golden Lily, when it comes out later this year. What do you think?

January12012

I’ve never been that fussed on romantic novels, fantasy genre one’s are more my type. Although about a week ago, I started reading S.C Ransom’s Small Blue Thing Series. What attracted me to the novels were their beautiful covers. (I know they say never judge a book by its cover!) From reading the blurb of Small Blue Thing I just thought it’d probably turn out to be another “romance” novel, similar in style to Twilight. I’m sure we all know the pattern by now girl falls in love with boy (or vice-versa), then discover they can’t be together, sometimes there’s a love triangle, so they fight to stay together, and in the end they always end up together (whether they have to make some sacrifices and kill some people in the proces etc.).

However, I was immediately proven wrong with S.C Ransom’s series. It was unlike any other series in the paranormal genre (think Mortal Instruments, Vampire Academy etc.) that I’ve read. The series could be easily described/shelved as an YA supernatural romance - without the vampires. But it is quite more than that. There’s an unusal storyline revolving around an amulet (I will try and not give too much away), an ensemble of great characters (the main character, Alex, isn’t actually a weak female), beautiful description of London scenery and unique mythology. I absolutely loved the combination of the characters and the novel was nicely ended (but with hints as to what will happen in the next novels in the series). My only slight disappointment was, at some times, the romance between Callum and Alex was a bit too unrealistic.

I look !forward to reading book 3 of the seris, Shattering Like Light, which is out soon. If you are looking for something different, but mysteriously ghostly and intriguing (hint hint!) to read this summer then I’d definately reccommend the Small Blue Thing Series.

Looking forward to reading your reviews. Have you heard of this series?

I rate Small Blue Thing 4/5 stars.

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