There are very few books I have read in my life that have left me feeling bruised. The Weight of Ink by Rachel Kadish is one of them.
The story flows back and forth from the past to the near-past of the early 2000’s. In one century, a Jewish girl who dares to think and write. In another century, a aged professor who is facing the rebellion of her body against her will to explore the past.
In my ongoing year-long quest to dive into my Treasure Chest of books, I chose another Patricia A. McKillip fantasy from that collection.
Ombria in Shadow is a sense-driven, fever dream of a fantasy novel. Despite the trappings of magic, and dying princes in high towers, this is no child’s fantasy tale. Ducon, the ‘bastard-heir’, and artist, is alluring in his intensity, and Lydea, the shunned mistress of the dead Prince, a portrait in resilience, courage, and beauty. Mag is an enigma, but an instantly lovable one, someone the reader follows through the shadows of Ombria, emotionally involved and fascinated by her journey. Continue reading
As I began this blog, one of my resolutions about what sort of content I create was to sit down and actually read the many books about writing I have picked up over the years. Not only was this a resolution born out of genuinely wanting to find motivation to read these books, but also to offer a review for other writers who may become interested in reading it themselves, and find inspiration within the pages.
Also, I wanted to see if they were worth the money I spent on them. Continue reading
Here I am, sitting at my new desk (featured on my bookstagram, @bookendrainsta) painstakingly whittling down my Goodreads to-read list from a mean 300 something to . . . actually I don’t know yet because I’m still waiting on Goodreads to get it together and finish the job. Continue reading
Since I’ve started my ‘bookstagram’, featuring announcements and first sentence edits (that you may have noticed have appeared in some of my recent book reviews, such as this one and this one) I’ve also been free writing poetry.
I recently found a poetry app, Mirakee, which provides a space for writers to write and share poems with others. They facilitate word of the day prompts, and I’ve been using them to free write some poems and post them on Instagram (@bookendrainsta). Some of them are better than others. I chose to free write them and recklessly post them immediately because I knew if I spent too much time dithering over them I would never finish them – and I would certainly never post them. Continue reading
The Bell at Sealey Head by Patricia A. McKillip was the first book I chose to read from my Treasure Chest, a choice that has made me a ravenous fan of Patricia A. McKillip’s work.
Honestly, I can’t believe it took me almost thirty years of life to read her books (okay, discounting the seven or so years when her writing was above my reading level). The Bell at Sealey Head was everything I could wish in a fantasy. McKillip writes with an almost sumptuous intensity, dazzling her readers through all five senses with her scintillating writing.
For one of my birthdays (honestly, I can’t remember if it was my last birthday, or the birthday before) my Nana and Papa gave me a restored travelling trunk originally built in the 1800’s.
After a few too many moves (in my opinion) over the last few years, my vintage traveling trunk has become home to a multitude of unread books. Continue reading