Book Review: Star Wars – Scoundrels

I’ve had Timothy Zahn’s latest (written, not chronological) Star Wars novel on my to-read list for a long time, and the aftermath of the new movie seemed like the perfect time to finally get to it.  And then it took me a while longer to get a review up! After the completely Han-less Survivor’s Quest, I went on to Star Wars: Scoundrels, or what I’d kind of like to call Han’s Ten. Because it’s basically Ocean’s Eleven. In Star Wars.

Set between A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back, Han is still not sure just how he feels about this rebel group or their snobby princess, and more importantly, he’s got a price on his head he needs to deal with before Jabba’s bounty hunters catch up to him. Luckily, he’s got a line on a heist. With Chewie beside him, they gather together a team of highly-skilled crooks for a highly-complicated sting operation to steal from a very wealthy crime lord. Continue reading “Book Review: Star Wars – Scoundrels”

Book Review: The Girl Who Raced Fairyland

I made something of an event of reading The Girl Who Raced Fairyland All the Way Home by Catherynne M. Valente.  It’s not every day (or year) that I read the final book in the best series I’ve encountered in…probably a decade.  I’ve heard it said that you’ll never love a book you meet as an adult with the same devotion that you loved beloved books met in childhood, or in the passionate teenage years.  I find new books to love every year, but Fairyland is the only series that really does approach the same level as, say, the Song of the Lioness (mainstay of my childhood) or L. M. Montgomery en masse (because all her books feel kind of like one series).

So it was no small matter, reading the final book.  I reread all four of the previous books (Circumnavigated, Fell Beneath, Soared Over, and Boy Who Lost) over the span of a couple weeks, and I read with a pencil in hand.  I virtually never underline or highlight books I read, and on the rare occasion when I do, it’s virtually always nonfiction and some variety of philosophy (casting the philosophy net wide enough to include both Thoreau and Brene Brown).  But I reread Fairyland and underlined sentences and paragraphs that were insightful, or deeply clever, or just gorgeous writing–and I probably averaged one to two underlinings per page, for all four books.  They really are that good.

And then I approached book five, The Girl Who Raced Fairyland All the Way Home.  And it thoroughly lived up to all the books that came before it.  Lots of underlining going on here too.  It’s hard to talk about the plot without spoilers–so suffice to say that September and her friends are in a race for the crown of Fairyland, against all Fairyland’s past rulers.  But it’s not a simple race.  It’s a race hardly discernible from a quest, with an occasional foray into magical dueling, and no shortage of strange creatures and obstacles and mix-ups along the way. Continue reading “Book Review: The Girl Who Raced Fairyland”

Movie Review: Goosebumps

GoosebumpsSo, a little history: I have only ever read one book in the Goosebumps series. You see, they were wildly popular when I was a kid, when I was right in the throes of the “I won’t be into something because it’s popular” stage. Also, I was pretty sure they’d be creepy and gross. So I vowed to never read an R. L. Stine book, and only broke it some 15 years later to read The Phantom of the Auditorium because, well…

And perhaps I sort of broke it recently to watch Goosebumps. I’ve long since gotten over my R. L. Stine hostility, but I’m still pretty sure he’s just not my style, and I felt that way about the movie too. But—I had a writer friend who said it was a great writer movie, and we watched it at our monthly movie night. And it was great!

Jack Black stars as R. L. Stine, weird and antisocial and slightly crazed. Teenage Zach gets interested after he moves in next door and starts to fall for Stine’s daughter Hannah. And Stine’s craziness all begins to make more sense when Zach and Hannah accidentally open one of Stine’s manuscripts—and the creatures from the book come out. More books open and pretty soon monsters are rampaging all over town.

The teen romance was cute enough. The monsters were interesting mostly in their incredible variety. But the writer side of it all was so much fun! Continue reading “Movie Review: Goosebumps”

Book Review: A Thousand Pieces of You

I crossed off another book for my goal to read more parallel-universe-stories this year with A Thousand Pieces of You by Claudia Gray.  I madly love this premise (which is sort of a given with a reading goal this specific), and the book came close to living up to it!

Marguerite has grown up surrounded by cutting-edge science and transdimensional theory.  Her parents are the leading scientists on the theory, and their research assistants have always been like extra siblings…though eighteen-year-old Marguerite is kind of crushing on both current assistants, Theo and Paul.  When Marguerite’s father is killed and Paul, apparently guilty of the murder, disappears between dimensions, Marguerite and Theo set off in pursuit.  It doesn’t take long for Marguerite to realize that she doesn’t have the full story–and that she can’t be sure who to trust.

This book is fantastic in some ways, a little disappointing in others.  One small thing I love: Marguerite’s mother is the genius scientist.  Her father too, but it’s clear he’s supporting her mother’s work, and there’s a lot about how smart her mom is without even a whisper of comment on her gender.  Nice reversal of the gender stereotypes and normalizing women in science.

On a larger thing, I love it that Marguerite is running through multiple dimensions and multiple versions of her life.  When she enters a new dimension, she occupies the body of her other self in that dimension.  She gets glimpses of who she is and what her life is like in very different worlds, which is fascinating. Continue reading “Book Review: A Thousand Pieces of You”

Book Review: Up a Road Slowly

Scanning through the Newbery Medal titles, I liked the sound of Up a Road Slowly by Irene Hunt. In fact, it sounded rather like an L.M. Montgomery book. Which may not have been the best thing in the world after all.

The broad strokes are very recognizable—a young motherless girl is sent off to live in the country with an austere maiden aunt. There is initial conflict between them, but they gradually grow to understand and love each other. Against a backdrop of small school day dramas and eccentric relatives, the girl grows into young womanhood, chooses the right beau, and achieves artistic fulfillment.

All well and good. And Up a Road Slowly was a perfectly fine story…but it wasn’t L. M. Montgomery. Julie was just no Emily or Anne. Late in the book she discovers a writing talent, but it’s not at all like Emily’s long-held and worked-for dreams. Julie’s Aunt Cordelia, with her tragic love story, and Uncle Haskell, with his grandiose and unfounded sense of self-worth, were more colorful and interesting characters. But nothing here ever really grabbed my heart. Continue reading “Book Review: Up a Road Slowly”