Meli’s Tangy Marvels: Daughter of Smoke and Bones by Laini Taylor Review


Title: Daughter of Smoke and Bones
Author: Laini Taylor
Publisher: Little Brown & Company
Type of book: Paperback
Genre: Mystery, Fantasy, Romance, Paranormal Angels & Demons
Pages: 417
Status : Own

So this book was recommended to me via Good Reads and at first it didn’t do much for me, but each time I went to the bookstore I would seek it out like a baby turtles trying to head to the sea.
This story surrounds the mysterious life of art-student Karou, a laid back young girl living in Prague, Czech Republic with an unusual night job which involves collecting strange artifacts for her half-human half beast father figure Brimstone. Oh and did I mention she has blue hair?

There are many secrets concerning her background, as to who her parents were, why she’s got this very special family of demons and then to add to the mystery am angel gets thrown into the mix. Although they got off the wrong foot—him trying to kill her with his giant sword and she running around like a scared mouse. Nevertheless those two came to form an unknown alliances after a rather terrifying incident at Brimstone’s secret home…you know in a scary movie the main character for some reason goes into the basement and you’re yelling for her NOT to go? Well it’s the same thing, curiosity got Karou beaten up and thrown around by a giant monster thing like ragdoll.

That was also the period of time in the book which I just got so pissed. Brimstone threw her away like trash and to never see each other again! THE GIRL IS HALF DEAD AT LEAST GIVE HER A FIRST AID KIT!!!
*cough* I’m sorry, but I can’t stand lack of etiquettes. I don’t think it’s too much to ask either.
So she’s out of the pack like a lone wolf licking her wounds and here comes sweet or so so sweet Akiva the angel/murderer/love-interest-to-be. The way he was written out to be I can only say
“Have my babies…please?” through and through I liked this author a lot. The book doesn’t look long so I was please on how she manages to pack in a lot of important information and not make it seem like I’m being stuffed like a teddy bear. Karou’s secret identity is revealed and I was sort of surprised because I thought one way but it wasn’t that way and …yeah.

I really can’t say much but it’s a great read and do not worry! What is Batman without his Robin? Karou’s got one hell of a friend/side-kick that makes up for her short stature with a big mouth, she provides a good balance of stress relief and you know the saying “a friend in need is a friend indeed.

This is a trilogy, I’m completely anticipating the sequel, but for extra warning purposes, you will swear like sailors. There is this high momentum that everything seems like it’s going to be okay, the fellowship is stronger than ever…and then it drops.

To which I want to give a great shout-out to Akiva and say “Yeah, fuck face…you messed up BIG TIME” but he’s not a fuck face, he’s beautiful and if you were in head and turn what I said around I think he would be a great fuck face…yum.

So all in all please despite the lack of summary I felt towards the book in the beginning, it’s honestly worth your time and I do think it’s a great read: D

Grading : 4.5/5

Meli

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Picture It & Write

To her Whispers I am…

I am invincible

I am untouchable

I am fearless

I know no boundaries

I have a master

She drives me

She made me what I am today

She is selfish

She is cruel

The word enough holds no power

Until I am a corpse that is when her hunger is satisfied

I say I do not heed to the silky poison which slips from her ruby full lips

But she knows better because without me she does not exist

I still remembered how we met, how she lured me into her web with careful precision

Her red hair I could make out even at the darkest hour of night caught my attention

Her pale skin that seemed almost grey with the moon casting a small glow

I should have known she was a devil, I should have known there was no turning back

And then she spoke and it was over

Her voice so sweet and low I remember straining my ears to catch every last syllable

Outstretching her hand to me I knew I had to choose

To walk alongside her or to remain alone

I wonder what life would be had I chose the latter

Would I be happy?

Would I find purpose?

It is useless to ponder; the past is too far gone to see what could have been

I am both puppet and puppeteer

Because without the other there is no us

This is my contribution for this week’s Picture it & Write from Ermiliablog.
Meli

Meli’s Tangy Marvels: Wicked As They Come by Delilah S. Dawson Review + Top Ten Tuesday

Title: Wicked As They Come

Author: Delilah S. Dawson

Publisher: Pocket Books

Type of book: Paperback

Genre: Fantasy–Paranormal, Romance, Adulte

Pages: 395

So let me start off by saying, that i started this book on April 11th, 2012 and now we are in July. What does that say? In a few words it is not a pleasant notion, I usually don’t take 3 months to read a tiny book like this…unless something happened. While it did leave me to be entertained I seemed to have lost my way and interest for this book. I also keep checking my Good Reads account and see it to yet to be graded and that irks me a little too.

So I decided that it was time to plough through my last 10 chapters of this book and let you know my final verdict.

This story is about a young lady name Tish who has lost her way like I have lost my way with this book. After suffering an abusive relationship she struggles to come back into her own and no longer be that caged bird. She has a deep relationship with her grandmother whom she takes care of and a passion for old artefacts. During a visit to shop she finds a locket and instantly feels a connection—as if was meant for her and could not leave it.

Of course this locket is an unusual item, it’s magical! And one night transports her to the land of Sang. I had let my mum read this first and she couldn’t even get pass the second chapter before giving up. Knowing that there were vampire bunnies (correctly known as blud bunnies), deer, rats and other creature

imaginable just didn’t sit well with her, but I found it amusing so I kept reading.

Our male lead is none other than Criminy Stain, master of magic and of a circus group. I liked him because I’m usually stuck with the brooding male leads, but he instead he gave me quirky with a slice of dark…at time cynical but I loved it. Tish was so modern and acted in a believable way that I started devouring this book.

Sure, she got whiny and yes there was another male lead (Casper Sterling = yummy) which undoubtedly created that triangle because they were so different but the same too.

So I endured and endured and endured till the plot start to unravel where we meet the bad guy and finding out that he took got stuck in the land of Sang, but has a huge grudge against Trish and her blud friends.

Oh and I forgot to mention, our damsel in distress acquired an ability…to see into the future yay!!! She has some usage besides just being pretty. The adventure to recover her stolen locket (which allows her to travel between both worlds) I think that’s what really slowed me.

It was taking too long; I didn’t need to know something I just felt like Delilah was putting in words to think of how everything was going to work out. Also, the whole time they were in danger, never did it get serious…it just seemed like a joke and gave the impression that nothing too terrible would happen. When I thought they would finally get to Jonah Goodwill and put him out him out of his misery…all I got was more adventure and more secrets.

And all I was screaming was knock it off already!!!

So in the end, well Tish did extremely well. Her scheming tricks paid off and the way she disposed of Goodwill, I do applaud it, how the author wrapped it all together was…

…fair, let’s just say you know expression you can’t have the cake and it too? Well for Trish she definitely can and is very happy. BUT right when it seems to be all concluded, we get another vision, a vision describing a future that has yet to pass…dun, dun DUN so the adventure lives on.

So my advice if you choose to read this book, don’t let 3 months pass by, it just harder to get the job done, especially if you are like me and cannot NOT finish a book no matter what the circumstances.

Grading : 2.5/5

TOP TEN TUESDAY

Top Ten Most Vivid Worlds/Settings In Books

1) Coraline : This dark story still gets me look behind me, I really enjoyed the moment when she went through the tiny doorway and it just seemed very real.

2) Sister Red : The fight against the Fenris, golly I scrunched up my face during their battle scenes and I should clearly see Scarlet’s ax flowing in the wind as it took a chunk out of her enemy.

3) Across the Universe : The whole life on the ship and the fild like atmosphere especially when Amy, who was needed an escape just started running and the grass that never ends, went on for miles it seemed.

4) What’s Eating Gilbert Grape : The whole small town scenery was fantastic; you know that feeling that everyone knows everyone? Well I felt exactly that and believed I was there watching things unfold.

5) Whiter : Before Rhine got taken away, the dystopian world she lives in is crumbling it was hopeless, dark and lonely.

6) My Name is Memory : The whole process of the lives Daniel lived as he looked for his Sophia, I could never doubt the things he saw and lived through, from being a soldier recovering from fatal wounds, to a little boy in church meeting his first friend. Loved it.

7) Discovery of Witches : Although I’m nearing the end, this author knows how to write, so much detail in every scene. I especially loved the time Diana spent in the mornings rowing on the lake it was serene, peaceful and delicate. When she was relaxed I was too.

Picture It & Write: Just A Little Kiss

Meli’s Entry:

Just a little Kiss

She was the tease in your dreams, the one girl you let get away, the one who you didn’t even know you existed, but once you find her…you’ll just keep coming for more. To reach what use to be within your grasp and to satisfied a deep hunger for human flesh.
It was pleasure for them and business for her.

Each night before having to sprinkle on the glitter, put on the most scandalous of clothing, and layering that delicious color of sin on her lips she looks up at the stars and pretends she was miles away from it all. She looks tired, older, as if tonight is her last night and she no longer has the will to dance again.
She likes to pretend that there was more to life. That she was more than just what this nightlife entailed. That she wasn’t the daughter who somebody just forgot in the red light district, and was brought up learning all of life’s lessons at an early age. She’s still a romantic, she still thinks someone will come and rescue from hell and that she was going to start another life far from all this. Of course, when you see her as most people do up on that stage, that frail young dreamer is not there—no instead the young woman you see is tantalizing, exotic and full of confidence. She has presence, beautiful and all who watch her know that there is no one like her.

So until she can get away she will continue to be that other girl. The one who before each performance douses herself with expensive perfume and if you’re lucky and willing to get a more personal view—yes you can get a kiss…just a little kiss and it’s enough to give you a craving that no Cuban cigar can fix.

And as she walks towards me and sends me a flirty grin we both know the show must go on.

– Meli

This is my contribution to this week’s Picture it & Write at Ermiliablog

Picture it & Write

Sasha’s Entry:

With trembling hands, Nora reached for the crumpled pack of cigarettes in her purse. She’d had them for little over a week now. She hadn’t felt a need to light one, but had bought them on a whim. Until now. She hadn’t seen him in months. It felt like years had skittered passed, careless of the aging lives they left in their wake.

Without a second thought, she shoved the white cylinder between her lips.

“I thought you quit.”

Nora didn’t have to look up to know who it was. She knew. She wished she didn’t, but you couldn’t undo the past. Could you? “Quitting is for quitters.” she said before lighting up. Instantly, the bittersweet fingertips of the tobacco tickled her lungs.

“I didn’t think that you’d show.”

“Me either.”

“So,” he slid into the booth opposite her, eyes never leaving her own. “How are you?”

“What do you want James?”

A frown marred his lips. “I wanted to see you.” He leaned forward as he swept a few stray curls behind her ear, letting the pad of his thumb brush against the side of her neck. “I miss you.”

She swatted his hand away. Wrapping her arm around herself tightly, she sat back in her chair and stared down at the lipstick stain on the rim of her coffee cup. Her cigarette dangled, almost completely forgotten from her index and thumb. The tip burned on. The ashes fluttering to the table top helplessly. She didn’t look up at him when she asked, “What do you miss?”
“Everything.” When he noticed the roll of her eyes, he barrelled on. “I miss the way you laugh. The way you bite your nails when you get nervous. The way your hair mats to your head when you just get out of the shower. I miss the way your red lipstick would smudge when I kissed you. I miss when you would cling to me as you slept. I could protect you from anything.”

After a moment, she looked up at him. She was the same Nora he’d always known. Fun loving, delicate Nora was there somewhere. Lost. But she was there. When she spoke, he had hoped that she would tell him how much she missed him too. How she loved him. In those few short seconds, he had never wished for anything more.

“You have a wife to feel all those things. Have you forgotten?” Nora sighed tiredly, raising the cigarette to her lips. She inhaled one long last haul, not caring whether he liked it or not. Exhale. The world became the home of smoke screens. Birthed from ruby red lips, going off into the universe to discover truths and lies that needed shielding.

“Please,” James begged. He cradled a her hand in his own. When she made a move to pull away, he only held on tighter. “Please don’t act like this.”

“Act like what?”

“Like it didn’t mean anything.”

“It meant something. Is that what you want me to say?” James opened his mouth to speak, but Nora cut him off. “It did. It meant the world to me. I didn’t think something like that could ever happen to me, that I could fall in love like that- with you. But I did. I loved every second I had with you. I loved you. The good and the bad.”

“Then why did you leave? If you could love the bad, why didn’t you stay?”

“Why didn’t you leave?” Tears swelled in her eyes. Nora pulled her hands free, accidently knocking over the salt shaker. Tiny grains skittered out like unsaid words escaping from timid subconsciences at last. “I wasn’t about to become the woman who continued to hope that the man that she’s in love with would someday leave his wife for her. I didn’t want to love you from far away. If we were meant to be together, shouldn’t it be freely and honestly? Don’t I deserve to be happy?”

“And are you?” He asked quietly, running his hands through a mop of dark hair. “Happy?”

“No. No, I’m not. But I’m hopeful that one day I’ll wake up and it won’t be this painful.”

A moment of silence passed over them, neither comforting or awkward. A simple silence that offered them mere moments to collect their thoughts. To retrace memories in the back of their minds and remember the wonderful. The bustle of the diner buzzed around them loudly. The clanking of dishes from the kitchen, customers gorging on their pancake breakfasts over morning gossip. Someone laughed loudly in the booth next to theirs. “Liza and I are getting a divorce.”

“Are you?” she said. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be sorry. I want you to be delighted.”

“This hasn’t got anything to do with me James.”

“It’s got everything to do with you!” A few patrons looked in their direction with wide curious eyes. James ducked his head, lowering his voice to almost a whisper. “Haven’t you been listening?”

“Is that why you asked me here? To tell me that?” Shaking her head, she added, “It won’t change anything.”

“I’m in love with you.”

“Sometimes it’s not enough.” Gathering her purse, Nora left a couple of bucks on the table to pay for her caffeine. “I…” she started to say, but swallowed down the sudden feeling of sadness. “Take care of yourself.” Without looking back, she left him sitting in a crumpled heap. Head in his hands, desperation in his heart and love- invisible, circling around them until the last of it faded with time.

-S

This is my contribution to this week’s Picture it & Write at Ermiliablog

Sasha’s Curiousity Corner: Kill Me Softly by Sarah Cross

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When I first saw the title, I instantly thought of that song from The Fugees. Then I thought “Oh hey, that’s neat. I want to read this.” So yeah. The thought still stands: I want to read this.

The cover does absolute wonders for me. It’s not overly interesting, but the soiled white rose does leave me pondering incessantly. Is that blood? Red paint? A questionably spilt wine? I also happen to enjoy the vines wrapped around the lettering. It’s simple, excluding that rose (the red liquid is a lot questionable)-it’s actually pretty sweet. You know what else is sweet? Fairytales. Which is exactly what this book promises. I don’t think Sarah Cross is giving it the typical Disney spin.

 

“…In Beau Rivage, nothing is what it seems—the strangely pale girl with a morbid interest in apples, the obnoxious playboy who’s a beast to everyone he meets, and the chivalrous guy who has a thing for damsels in distress. Here, fairy tales come to life, curses are awakened, and ancient stories are played out again and again.”

I’m a total sucker for twisty fairytales and this looks like it’s mild on the twist. From what I could assume from the summary, the main character Mirabelle hasn’t taken on any well known happily ever after identity and I’m wondering what role she will play. All these words about curses and hidden pasts and destiny just gets my curiousity peaked to it’s highest. Will sixteen year old Mirabelle find her happily ever after, fairy tale fate? Or will she be cursed with a dark past as well as a darkened future?

How omnious is that?

When I get my hands on it, I’ll be sure to let you know!

-S

To Wherever the Wanderings of My Eyes May Lead: The Night Watchman Express

Title: The Night Watchman Express
Author: Alison DeLuca
Publisher: Fantasy Island
Type of book: Paperback
Genre: Mystery, Fantasy, Science Fiction Steampunk
Pages: 324

This book right here, every time I look at the cover I get instant goose bumps. This story is a bit different than what I usually go for, but the story line just seemed so freakishly disturbing that I knew I have to get it.

Miriam, an orphan who is toughing it out in the world, whose only real fears lie with Night Watchman Express, a train who takes people at random and drags them to this mysteriously evil location. There, people say experimentations occur at the old factory and once you get in…you are most likely never heard from again. Now imagine that, you have no one but yourself, stuck in what I am imagining is a pretty big house and hearing that terrifying train run by your house every night.

Oh and did I mention you’re alone? That is some messed up business. I would be so worried about falling asleep and knowing maybe they might catch me. Say hello to too much coffee and a life dedicated to being an insomniac. Of course, that’s not all with the story, poor Miriam just got herself some new family-mates, the Marchpanes, who are harbouring a secret or two and are rumoured to be linked to the NEW. We mustn’t forget their lovely (or maybe not) son Simon who is far from being Miriam’s best person in the world.

But you know what they, if you can’t love friends love your enemies…I hope that’s the saying anyway.

Also, as you can guess that nobody escapes The NWE as poor Miriam and Simon become its new passengers and what awaits them is danger, evil, and jailers who are more than just a pretty face. The part of the jailers I must admit, I got an image of a scene in that movie Silent hill where Radha Mitchell’s character is stuck in a dark basement with zombie nurses…creepy. If you haven’t seen the movie, no worries, my head just likes making associations.

I am suspecting this might be a trilogy (please don’t let it be!) but tis is the trend so I hope nothing but a delicious time. I also hope I have gathered your interest. As for me, I am going hunting 

Tootles all!
Meli