I despise packing. You would think, after nearly 8 years of moving in and out of dorm rooms and houses, I would have it down. Well, sadly not the case and I still procrastinate as much as I can. On the upside though, I had a wonderful chunk of time sitting at home, avoiding packing, to read. And so, I powered through The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch, partly for an excuse not to pack, but mostly because it was so good. I haven’t just sat down and read for hours on end and late into the night for quite some time. The Lies of Locke Lamora was a good book to restart that particular weekend tradition.
I started reading The Talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith simply because I didn’t have any other books at hand and it was lying untouched on my sisters bookshelf. It’s a fairly short book at 252 pages and I had absolutely no idea what to expect when I picked it up. So, its major plot point hit me quite unexpectedly. If you look it up on the all-knowing, ever so useful wikipedia, its classified as a psychological thriller, which is quite accurate. Highsmith wrote five books following the life of Mr. Tom Ripley and quite honestly I don’t know that I will read any of the next ones. I can’t decide if I like this book or hate it, mostly due to the narrator, Mr. Ripley himself. The writing is excellent and the plot is fascinating, keeping you at the edge of your seat to find out what happens next. But Tom Ripley is despicable and frankly I do not like him one bit.
I’ve run into a fair amount of people who love stories ending in a twist, perhaps the hero doesn’t survive or the quest isn’t fully completed. They’re seen as more realistic and are praised for breaking from the norm. For myself though, I love happy endings. I don’t read books because they accurately reflect real life. I read them for the stories, for the adventures, for the outcomes. Real life can already be difficult and not have happy endings and I don’t necessarily want that in every story I read. I do occasionally like those darker books with a twist but for whatever reason, I have been in the need lately for some happy resolutions. So, as I neared the end of A Conjuring of Light, I was filled with nervous anticipation. Would all my beloved characters make it through???
Before I get too much further, I want to give a quick background of the world V. E. Schwab creates. Or more accurately, worlds. Basically there are four different worlds but each have the same city, London, that generally have the same geographic markers (such as a large river running through it) as real life London.
That is the only similarity and each of the worlds are categorized by the magic that exists within each of them: Grey London has no magic, Red London is filled to the brim with magic, White London is slowly dying and losing its magic, and Black London has been overtaken by magic. The majority of the series focuses on the balance between the people and magic which, if given enough freedom, has a mind and force of its own. While travel between the worlds used to be more abundant, before the fall of Black London, now only a select few have the magic to do such. These people, called Antari, are who the story follows. For the most part, Red London is the center point for the series. It is the most vibrant of the worlds and thus also has the most to lose should the people, and the Antari, allow magic to run rampant. Now, with that background, back to how A Conjuring of Light, the final book in the series, went.
Schwab got me so thoroughly invested in each character, down to the point I even wanted the anti-hero, Holland, to succeed. Holland, the Antari from White London, was a mystery for much of the first two books. In fact, in the first he was one of the antagonists and ended up supposedly dead. Well, surprise! He survived. At first, I was a bit annoyed by this fact. Here my seemingly happy ending in the first book was shattered and the villain returned. However, Schwab completely erases the mystery behind Holland in the finale. We get snippets of his past and his memories, leading up to where we find him in A Darker Shade of Magic. My opinion of him did nearly a 180. I can’t completely absolve him of all of his deeds as some were quite
atrocious, but his motivations become much clearer. White London is a dark place where the need for magic rules and violence is rampant. All Holland wants is for his world to thrive and he struggles every step of the way. He is a perfect counter to Kell, the Antari of lively Red London, who rarely wants for anything. Their different lives are expertly played out throughout A Conjuring of Light and give a depth to each of the characters that was not there in the previous two books. So, despite my initial impressions, Holland grew on me and I found myself sympathizing with him. He was still could be insufferable, but I liked the contrast he brought to the story and wanted him to find his peace. Without giving too much away, I believe he did by the end. Of all the characters, his story was the least happy and yet I left satisfied with where it ended up.
So, for the rest of the book. It was great. The penultimate book ended in a huge cliffhanger and A Conjuring of Light picks up right where it left off. Adventure begins from the get go and Schwab doesn’t shy away from the realities of such adventures. A lot of fantastic, well-loved characters don’t make it to the end, but their deaths make sense. She doesn’t go around senselessly killing characters just for shock or a twist. We also get to see more of Red London’s world as new major players come from different countries within the world and the main characters’ quest takes them literally out to sea. In terms of life lessons and what not, the book does do a good job of demonstrating how a selfish desire for power can lead to ultimate destruction. In fact, I could argue that the entire series revolves around the consequences from a few, selfish acts by well intentioned people. In the end though, as cheesy as it sounds, it is the heroes and anti-heroes coming together in the end that saves the day. Schwab left me incredibly satisfied with a happy ending and promises of adventures to come for my favorite characters without making it cliche.
Once again, I can’t leave all this be without mentioning the fantastic female character, Lila Bard. She comes from Grey London in the first book but manages to trick the supposedly clever Kell into a ride to Red London. From there, she is integral part of each book and I love her. Rough and tough from the start, Lila is far from perfect and isn’t afraid of taking a life or three. Her flaws give her so much depth and she is not a typical, need to be saved, female character. Even her romantic interests are subtle and don’t over shadow the rest of her tale. While each of the main characters have great character building, Lila’s is still my favorite, and not just because she is the main female. She goes from a street thief barely surviving to an accomplished magician who helps save the day. In the beginning all Lila wants is a way out and an adventure. She gets just that while gaining both lifelong friends and a new home. Her adventurous spirit is not quelled though and in the end we get to see her once again sailing away towards more adventures, this time though, the captain of her own ship.
Just to wrap everything up and state the obvious, I love A Conjuring of Light and the entire Shades of Magic series by V.E. Schwab. It is a great fantasy series and I highly recommend it to all readers. The separate worlds meld marvelously together and the characters are well written with thorough character arcs. And the best part? Its finished! No agonizing wait for the next book (seriously George R.R. Martin, get on that please). It was one of those series I was sad to finish and one I will definitely return to.
4 books down and slightly behind but I’m going to tackle a smaller book next I think, just to give myself a quick, easy read. Happy Reading!
I first watched The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy ages ago, long enough that I only had a vague memory of it but was able to joke about the number 42 with more knowledge. I re-watched it much more recently and am frankly astonished I didn’t enjoy it more the first time. It’s such a whimsical, hilarious story (plus its got Martin Freeman and the voice of Alan Rickman, two personal favorites). I knew I had to read the book to see if it also held up. Even though I’ve always had a more difficult time getting into the SciFi genre, I had a feeling The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy was a good jumping point, especially once I saw how small it is (a mere 216 pages in small paperback). Overall, it was great and I am definitely contemplating reading the next in the series.
In all honestly, I actually started reading The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (is there an abbreviation?? It’s quite long to type out) a bit after New Years when I got it as a gift from my fabulous boyfriend. From the get go, it was quite similar to the movie and I was feeling a little bit of dejavu having more recently watched it. At the same time however I was also reading The Magician King which I had started back before the holidays. Add in life craziness and deciding to start this here blog and I had to rearrange my book reading a little bit and THGttG (does that work as an abbreviation?) got pushed back a wee bit. So, I didn’t get back to it until this past week when I was stuck in a large, metal cylinder hurtling thousands of miles an hour through the sky towards a much needed skiing vacation. Continue reading “SciFi Adventures ft. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”→
The nature of my job at times requires minute amounts of brain power and I found that the best way to make it through was with audio books. Many, many audio books. Thank goodness our library has an extensive amount to choose from or I don’t know how I would have survived on some days. One of these days I’ll write about how amazing libraries are in general for so many reasons. But back to the audio books. Generally, I like to listen to books that I have already read. Why? Because then when my mind inevitable gets distracted, by a coworkers coming in or more interesting work that requires my full attention, I won’t be as miffed about missing parts of the book when I forget to pause it. Plus, there’s just something different about reading a new book versus listening to it and I prefer to discover new stories directly on paper. That being said, there are only so many audio books I can find of books that I have read. More recently I began to foray into audio books that were less familiar to me and I must say I have been enjoying it. Browsing the library online in their Available Now section, I lighted upon The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I remember my mom recommending it to me aaages ago and I definitely read it but at the time it must not have made too much of an impression because I only had faint memories of it. So, after browsing around and not finding much else available, I went for it. Oh boy, was it the right choice.
For the first time in a long time, I spent a solid day just reading and it was awesome. Thus, I managed to finish up The Magicians series. Now that I’m thinking about it, this is probably one of the first series I’ve finished for a long time. This is partly due to the fact that it is actually a finished series (I always seem to find amazing series that have no foreseeable end publication date) and I’d already committed to it by buying the books rather than loaning them from the library. It was a good series to start off 2017; fantasy with a refreshingly modern twist. The writing of all three books is casual unlike many other fantasy books trying to follow in Tolkein’s footsteps. Be warned, cuss words abound in the dialogue, giving it a distinction from potentially similar YA novels and also making the entire story seem more real and believable. The characters themselves are relatable despite being certifiable geniuses compared to us non-magical mortals. Despite their way above average intelligence, they all still seem to have the same problems that normal 20 somethings have, graduating school, learning to love or not, and just generally finding where they fit, in this world or the neighboring one. Overall, Grossman did a great job in creating and then developing a myriad of characters, each unique and each with their own journey. In this final book he once again adds more narratives so we don’t just see the world through Quentin Coldwater’s eyes. We even get a view from a completely new, next generation characters who shows us an outside perspective of how the original characters have changed and grown.
The Monday after Thanksgiving in 2015 I found myself alone in an unfamiliar state and a day of travel looming ahead without a single book in my possession. Flying out to Michigan, I had resorted to reading books on the library’s phone app and decided, while convenient, it was definitely not my preferred way to read. Perhaps someday I’ll invest in a Kindle or Nook but at the time, I was desperate. So, without any other ideas, I headed to Barnes and Noble, a place I feel at home regardless of what city I am in. Next thing I knew, I was trying to justify buying three new books and a fancy journal. After some internal debating and a quick look in my wallet, I narrowed it down to two books in the beginning of The Magicians series by Lev Grossman. I managed to finish the first, The Magicians, on my travels and started the second, The Magician King right away. And then the rest of the holidays hit, Netflix summoned, and it was a lost cause for the rest of 2016. Hence, when I decided to tackle a reading challenge in the New Year, The Magician King was quite a natural choice as my first novel to read.
One of my first, distinct memories was in Barnes and Noble, begging my mom for a book. It was an American Girl book following the adventure of Molly McIntire. My argument to my mother was that the book started out around Halloween and since it was October in our lives, it made perfect sense that I must have the book then and there. Sadly, my ploy didn’t work and I had to wait two whole months until it appeared under the Christmas tree. I was around 6 at the time, having just moved to a new state, and 17 years later I have yet to stop making any excuse just to buy a new book.
After highschool I found myself reading for pleasure less and less as work, college, and Netflix took over. Netflix binges have begun to take over since they are an easy way to check out at the end of the day and rather than finding new books to read I’ve been sticking to a few of my favorites (Harry Potter counts as a few right?). Lately though, I’ve missed discovering new books and have found myself rewatching the same old sitcoms on Netflix. After browsing around on Goodreads I noticed they’re yearly book challenge and decided, this year, I would actually commit and set a legitimate, realistic goal. So, without further ado and to spare you from more ramblings, I’ve decided to read 24 books in 2017. The rules :
Majority must be new books
The occasionally reread is allowed (have I mentioned I love Harry Potter yet?)
Some must be outside of my normal, fantasy centric genre