the shadow society

Thursday, January 31, 2013 | | 3 comments
In my experience, beautiful cover art can cause a type of ‘love at first sight’ influence that may even supersede a book’s description or reviews.  It’s one of the reasons I don’t let myself visit bookstores that often – I might be swayed by the cover and end up with a book I don’t want or need (well, except as suitable décor).  When I was home over Christmas I picked up the gorgeous thing that is Marie Rutkoski’s The Shadow Society for its cover alone, but I asked my brother for advice before leaving the bookstore.  He suggested that I borrow The Shadow Society from the library instead.  So I did.  And once I had the book in hand, I read it in one night.

the shadow society by marie rutkoski book cover
Darcy Jones doesn’t remember anything before the day she was abandoned as a child outside a Chicago firehouse. She has never really belonged anywhere—but she couldn’t have guessed that she comes from an alternate world where the Great Chicago Fire didn’t happen and deadly creatures called Shades terrorize the human population. 

Memories begin to haunt Darcy when a new boy arrives at her high school, and he makes her feel both desire and desired in a way she hadn’t thought possible. But Conn’s interest in her is confusing. It doesn’t line up with the way he first looked at her. 

As if she were his enemy. 

When Conn betrays Darcy, she realizes that she can’t rely on anything—not herself, not the laws of nature, and certainly not him. Darcy decides to infiltrate the Shadow Society and uncover the Shades’ latest terrorist plot. What she finds out will change her world forever… 

In this smart, compulsively readable novel, master storyteller Marie Rutkoski has crafted an utterly original world, characters you won’t soon forget, and a tale full of intrigue and suspense.

Darcy Jones is an orphan.  She has been moved around a lot, but this time she’s finally in the same place two years in a row, with friends and classes she loves, and a foster mother she doesn’t mind.  It’s safe to say that things are looking up for Darcy, until she meets menacing newcomer Conn and ends up as his partner for a school project.  Eventually Darcy begins to trust Conn – and that’s when things really go south.  Because Darcy isn’t who she seems, and neither is her world.  Betrayals, danger and self-discovery are the hallmarks of this story of alternate worlds, alternate histories and the people who inhabit both.

Rutkoski writes addictive prose with flashes of brilliance, and The Shadow Society is peopled with smart characters, literary allusion and history.  It’s an ordinary world to start, with a slow build of dangerous romance.  Darcy’s thoughts of art, self-discovery and friendship are particularly well done.  The real revelation is the second part of the book, with its parallel universe, betrayal and deception.  The staggered lead-up to explosive action worked well in this case, and some of the mixed love/hate/distrust was very genuine as well.

What didn’t work?  The villains. The portrayals of Orion and Meridien seemed tailor-made for series set-up. I have no doubt that they’ll be back in the next book, but I also have no real idea why they want to perpetrate evil acts.  Their motivations weren’t fully explored.  The end result was that instead of leaving things open for interpretation, the reader left those scenes empty-handed.  Two other jarring plot points were friends showing up late in the story and the scene with Kellford.  Tying things up in a bow quickly was convenient, but not the best choice for a complex story.

The story is honest about what it is: and it is NOT an easy ride off into the sunset.  There were characters I knew I was supposed to love (I did).  There were others I knew I was supposed to hate (eh).  I ended up wishing that I didn’t feel so manipulated into those emotions, but I liked the gray area that was Conn, and I never questioned the intelligence of Darcy’s friends.  Marie Rutkoski has a gift for painting personal conflict, and I look forward to reading more of her work.

Recommended for: fans of Michelle Sagara’s Silence, those who like equally deadly heroes and heroines, and anyone with a taste for young adult thrillers and fantasy with a hint of sci-fi sensibility.

waiting on wednesday (46)

Wednesday, January 30, 2013 | | 4 comments
Today I’m participating in "Waiting On" Wednesday, a weekly event hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine. Its purpose is to spotlight upcoming book releases that we’re eagerly anticipating.

I have Narnia in my blood, and any book that hints at the magic of hidden worlds and strange curses holds fascination.  When I was going through catalogs of Summer 2013 releases, the cover art for this young adult fantasy caught my eye, and then the description fired my imagination.  Elizabeth Knox’s Mortal Fire sounds like an interesting mystery by a proven wordsmith, and it will be out on June 11, 2013 from Farrar, Straus and Giroux (Macmillan).

mortal fire by elizabeth knox book cover
A magic-filled fantasy from the Printz Honor winning author of Dreamhunter and Dreamquake

Sixteen-year-old Canny Mochrie's vacation takes a turn when she stumbles upon a mysterious and enchanting valley, occupied almost entirely by children who can perform a special type of magic that tells things how to be stronger and better than they already are. As Canny studies the magic more carefully, she realizes that she not only understands it—she can perform the magic, too, so well that it feels like it has always been a part of her. With the help of an alluring seventeen-year-old boy who is held hostage by a spell that is now more powerful than the people who first placed it, Canny figures out the secrets of this valley and of her own past.

What books are you waiting on?

code name verity

Monday, January 28, 2013 | | 10 comments
My favorite film is an obscure one, and it is based on a novel by Sebastian Faulks (I’ve never read the book, actually).  Charlotte Gray features actress Cate Blanchett in the titular role as a Scottish woman who parachutes into France as a WWII intelligence operative, only to see her mission crumble around her.  It’s not a light or happy story, but it makes for a beautiful film, and is both visually and emotionally vivid.  Given that my favorite movie is about a woman sent to France as a spy, Elizabeth Wein’s Code Name Verity was either going to succeed or fail in spectacular fashion.  My heart will never be the same, because Code Name Verity is PERFECT.

code name verity by elizabeth wein book cover
Oct. 11th, 1943—A British spy plane crashes in Nazi-occupied France. Its pilot and passenger are best friends. One of the girls has a chance at survival. The other has lost the game before it's barely begun. 

When “Verity” is arrested by the Gestapo, she's sure she doesn’t stand a chance. As a secret agent captured in enemy territory, she’s living a spy’s worst nightmare. Her Nazi interrogators give her a simple choice: reveal her mission or face a grisly execution. 

As she intricately weaves her confession, Verity uncovers her past, how she became friends with the pilot Maddie, and why she left Maddie in the wrecked fuselage of their plane. On each new scrap of paper, Verity battles for her life, confronting her views on courage and failure and her desperate hope to make it home. But will trading her secrets be enough to save her from the enemy?

Harrowing and beautifully written, Elizabeth Wein creates a visceral read of danger, resolve, and survival that shows just how far true friends will go to save each other. Code Name Verity is an outstanding novel that will stick with you long after the last page.

When a young Scottish woman is arrested by the Nazis for spying in France, her interrogation and confession become not only a desperate revelation of secrets that might keep her alive for a few days longer, but also an unspooling of her memories and friendship with Maddie, a female pilot and mechanic who should not have been flying to France.  In tense moments and amid various reprisals, her testimony shines as brightly as her spirit, and the reader cannot help but hope that somehow, someway she’ll make it home.

What can I say about this book without ruining it for another reader?  It is one of the most convincing, beautiful stories of female friendship that I have ever seen put to paper – it is straight magic in that regard.  Maddie and ‘Verity’ come alive in each other’s eyes; they are real, beautiful young women with hearts and heads, idiosyncrasies and weaknesses.  They are possessed of such courage, determination and ferocity that it is impossible at the end of it all to remember that they are only fictional characters. 

Let me try again to make this sound professional and impartial: Code Name Verity is a taut, moving novel of friendship forged in the midst of World War II, when girls were being called upon to pilot planes, take on intelligence missions and serve their country in ways they never had been before.  This is a story of the line between truth and lies, of the intensity of human existence, of the importance of the family you make for yourself, and a patchwork of those indelible moments that scar, mold, and change a person forever.  It is beautiful and dangerous and heart-rending.

Ah, I don’t think I succeeded.  Here are a few other things I’ll say: I’ve owned this book since May (thanks to @Ginger_Clark’s badgering and many, many retweeted rave reviews), but I held off on reading it until yesterday.  I missed my book club meeting in the afternoon to finish it without spoilers.  Charlotte Gray happened to be on television as I finished the book (so. many. coincidences!), and then this morning it was awarded a Printz Honor.  All those rave reviews, the awards?  Deserved.  Code Name Verity left me a sobbing wreck of a human being, in the best way.

Recommended for: everyone (well, everyone age twelve and over), but especially those partial to historical fiction, WWII accounts and aviatrixes, and anyone who appreciates a haunting and wonderful story.

i turned my favorite picture book into wall art

I am not a book destroyer.  No, really.  I’ve never torn a page out of a book before this week.  I’ve never even knowingly bent the edges down.  I try not to break the spines of books (i have failed in some cases, but usually only with titles i’ve reread 10+ times).  I see those (admittedly lovely) book sculptures and my soul shrivels a little because someone has DEFACED a book.  And yet.  I killed a book this week.  I killed a book I love.  And I’m not sorry.


Obren Bokich’s A Christmas Card for Mr. McFizz was published in 1987, just before I turned four years old, and I received it that year as a gift from my grandmother.  I don’t remember the actual gifting.  What I do remember is being fascinated by Dan Lane’s illustrations, entranced  by the story (it’s odd, endearing, and rather grown-up), and demanding rereads from my parents until I could read the words myself.  It’s the one picture book I told my mother not to donate when she went on a bookshelf cleansing rampage while I was in my teens.

I’m not sure what happened to that original book, but in college realized I didn’t know exactly where Mr. McFizz was and I ordered myself a replacement copy on the interwebs.  The title has been out of print for years, but luckily there wasn’t a problem finding a reasonably priced copy.


Fast forward to one month ago.  I was trying to figure out what to do with an enormous white wall in the living room.  I had IKEA frames and saved posters from several years of the National Book Festival, but I needed something else.  Enter Mr. McFizz.  I went back to the worldwide web and ordered the cheapest used copy I could find (a reject from the San Diego County Library, it turns out).  Then I did it – I cut up my favorite picture book. 

And put it in cute frames and hung it on my wall. And I smile every single time I look in that direction.


It was a good decision.  Tell me: would you cut up a picture book for wall art? Which one? 
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