December 11, 2010

Review: Dangerous Angels (Weetzie Bat)

Dangerous Angels: The Weetzie Bat Books by Francesca Lia Block
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  • Why I read it: Hype, urban fantasy, LGBTQ lit, way too many reasons to name
  • Disclosure: Received a final published paperback edition for review from Reader Views Kids.
Love is a dangerous angel...Francesca Lia Block's luminous saga of interwoven lives will send the senses into wild overdrive. These post-modern fairy tales chronicle the thin line between fear and desire, pain and pleasure, cutting loose and holding on in a world where everyone is vulnerable to the most beautiful and dangerous angel of all: love.
How do you even begin to describe these books? – perhaps urban fantasy where love is the real magic, a long string of incidents linked by tenuous threads that are nonetheless all equally enthralling to read.  We start with an explanation as to why Weetzie Bat, our title character though by no means our only protagonist, hates high school—because no one understands.  From there, it’s a roller coaster ride of new best friends, lovers, surfers, genies in lamps, Native American rituals, guitar, drums, dingy New York subways, ghosts, and so much more.  Try to pigeonhole this book into one genre and you will undoubtedly fail.  It’s spare, to use that reviewer cliché, “lyrical”- written about teens, though, in places, more about adults than anything else.  In short, while I was apprehensive at first between the “slinkster cool” L.A. slang and the highly unusual (though imaginative and original) voice in which it was told, all five novellas deserve to be called masterpieces.

It doesn’t make sense to review this compilation based on the quality of writing when it’s being published over twenty years after the first novella; “Weetzie Bat,” made waves in 1989.  So many reviewers have already done that.  Instead, what you have to look at how revolutionary it still is today.  It’s come under fire for years for being inappropriate for its target audience because of its honest explorations of sensuality in all of its forms, including homosexuality.  Frankly, that’s funny to me.  I couldn’t imagine a worse perversion of the point—that we’re all looking for love, as the description says, the most dangerous angel of all.

What’s interesting about the novellas presented as an anthology is the seamlessness of the whole thing.  While I love short stories and novellas, I have a hard time finding an enjoyable format in which to read them, because anthologies tend to feel jerky and distracting.  Perhaps it’s unfair to compare this to your average anthology, as they all star the same characters by the same author, but it’s still unusually smooth.  It never crosses the line into boring, though, with the varied voices and POVs, song lyrics, and settings all bleeding together into a seamless whole.  It’s interesting that they’re even referred to as “The Weetzie Bat Books” when Weetzie fades into the background shortly after the first novella, giving the other characters—especially Cherokee Bat and Witch Baby—their time in the limelight.  Though I’m not sure what else you could call it, seeing as character names vary from the short and sweet—Duck, Dirk, Coyote—to the intentionally ridiculous, such as My Secret Agent Lover Man

I’m not sure how a book so goofy, light, and sweet can tackle such straight-faced, dark, bitter topics as well as it does, but perhaps that is the only way you can handle these things.  Either way, few books have made such a deep impression on me as “Dangerous Angels.”  As long as you can handle the lush suspension of reality this world offers, these stories will linger in your daydreams for a long, long time.  If love is a dangerous angel, my love for this book could very well be deadly.  Five out of five stars.

Originally reviewed for Reader Views Kids.

December 9, 2010

Authors/publicists: How to kindly remind me that I'm overbooked and a ditz

So, I have this problem.  An addiction, really.  To, uh, books.  Which is kind of why I started this blog in the first place.  There's also this really awesome, but really enabling perk that comes along with the blog - eventually you start getting review requests, and you do not know the meaning of the word rush until you open your inbox and see three of them.

I believe my reaction was something like this.

Now don't misunderstand me.  The three-in-the-inbox thing only happened once, and I didn't get review requests for weeks after that.  It ebbs and flows.  I am somehow spending more on books than I spent before I started the blog, despite the freebies and my lack of cashflow.  And usually the freebies are few and far between, and usually they're books I've never even heard of, and very, very rarely hot releases.  They're primarily self-published and small press novels.  This leads to much awesomeness as well as a few sticky situations, most of which I will save for another blog post.

What I will talk about right now, however, is that despite the fact that I turn down more review requests than I accept (sad but true, usually because they're genres I don't review), I still occasionally end up with a glut of ARCs I have no time to review.  The problem's been a particular moral dilemma this semester, with me enrolled in a formal institution for the first time in my life since kindergarten.  I don't even have that much homework and the amount of time I have to read has shrunk.  Hugely.  (Eff finals.)  So, as an author/publicist/anyone else in a position to send me advance review copies, what do you do if you sent me an ARC days/weeks/months ago and I don't seem to have done anything about it?

Well, if it's been days, give me time.  This spring I was booking (pun intended) 5-6 novels a week, plus 1-2 nonfiction.  This fall I'm lucky if I get through 3 non-school-related books a week.  If it's been weeks without a trace, please be patient just a little longer.  However, if it's been months and there's been no mention of your book, don't freak out or flame me.  (Only if you don't want me to review your book, ever, is this is a good strategy.)  Instead, please, please, please drop me a line and remind me.  I just had an author do this tonight, and it was fantastic, because she was totally cool and polite about the whole thing.  It was clear she actually read my blog, too, which is always a perk.  (I get a lot of "spam requests" - e.g. people who clearly don't give a crap about individual blogs, and only about mass publicity.  Maybe it's naive and unrealistic, but this annoys the hell out of me.)


The point of all this is, I'm human.  Not only am I human, I'm a ditz.  And an overachiever, and always with way, way, way more books and projects than I have time for.  A gentle reminder is never out of line.  I'll dig your ARC out from under all the moving boxes and make time for at least a cursory glance to jog my memory.  What you might get is an email back saying that what really happened is I accidentally ended up with a book that's not my thing, and I didn't feel comfortable reviewing it because I knew I couldn't be fair.  And then you can give me the address of someone else you think would enjoy it, and I can pass it on.  You also might get an email that says, essentially, *Facepalm,* sorry, I'm an idiot.  Let me get back to you on that in a week or two.   

Besides, I love getting emails from you bookish people.  It makes me feel special.  And there is nothing I would hate more than to miss out on a book simply because...well yeah, I'm an idiot.

December 8, 2010

Waiting on Wednesdays #16: Rosebush

Waiting on Wednesdays is my personal favorite meme, hosted by Jill of Breaking the Spine, where we share pre-publication reads we're most excited about!  Don't forget to leave your link on this week's Mr. Linky.  My pick for this week is...

...Rosebush by Michele Jaffe.
Instead of celebrating Memorial Day weekend on the Jersey Shore, Jane is in the hospital surrounded by teddy bears, trying to piece together what happened last night. One minute she was at a party, wearing fairy wings and cuddling with her boyfriend. The next, she was lying near-dead in a rosebush after a hit-and-run. Everyone believes it was an accident, despite the phone threats Jane swears were real. But the truth is a thorny thing. As Jane's boyfriend, friends, and admirers come to visit, more memories surface not just from the party, but from deeper in her past . . . including the night her best friend Bonnie died.
With nearly everyone in her life a suspect now, Jane must unravel the mystery before her killer attacks again. Along the way, she's forced to examine the consequences of her life choices in this compulsively readable thriller.
I'm not particularly fond of mysteries and thrillers for some reason.  Maybe it's because I'm a sensitive kind of gal, but I have a hard time with the pulse-pounding ups and downs.  Or maybe it's the cynicism, because most thrillers don't make my heart beat faster at all.  Rosebush, however, has gotten rave reviews from the blogosphere so far (memorably from Forever Young Adult, which is always a good sign), and also sounds like an inside-the-mean-girl's-head kind of story, which I have a love-hate-mostly-love relationship with.  Besides, it sounds very atypical in the glut of dystopia in YA right now.  (Why?  WHY?  I was TOTALLY writing dystopia before any of you fools.  TOTALLY.  Now I'm going to have to resort to writing a dystopia where the only books left in the world are dystopian.)

So what are you waiting on this Wednesday?  Please leave your thoughts and links in the comments!

December 7, 2010

Review: Angel on the Square

Angel on the Square by Gloria Whelan
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  • Why I re-read it: Anastasia, princesses, nostalgia
  • Disclosure: No idea where my paperback copy came from, but I've had it since I was seven, so I'm assuming I bought it at the bookstore.
From the author of the 2000 National Book Award winner, Homeless Bird, comes an evocative glimpse into a chilling period in world history. Gloria Whelan manages to take the fly-on-the-wall approach one step further in her latest piece of historical fiction. In Angel on the Square, a young girl joins Russian Tsar Nikolai II, Empress Alexandra, and their children when her mother becomes one of the empress's ladies-in-waiting. Katya Ivanova, as companion to the Romanov children, has an insider's view of the crumbling of tsarist Russia from 1913 to 1918. Initially, life is lavish and amusing for this young aristocrat, although her friend Misha's revolutionary ideas often battle in her mind with her own loyalty to the tsar. Gradually, though, the world outside begins to enter the palace walls, and Katya's life--along with that of all nobility--changes forever.
How do you describe the magnetism some books have when you're half-asleep at eleven p.m. looking for something to read?  This book appeared on my bedside table one day, probably rescued from 10-year-old sister and 6-year-old brother's perpetual room cleaning, and somehow "I'll read a page or two" turned into the whole book.  Go figure.

It's a book we were supposed to study in our homeschool group one summer, only I moved.  Somehow I still ended up with a copy, and with my friends back at my old home telling me it was the best book I'd ever read, I knew I'd have to make time for it eventually.  It's one of those blurbless books, though, the ones that rely on the author's name to propel them into readers' hands, and let's face it - I was seven.  I didn't care about authors, I cared about stories.  So imagine my surprise when I finally picked it up and discovered, miracle of miracles, a story.  Not just any story, but a Story.

As I re-read descriptions of wealthy Katya's life in St. Petersburg, the incredible luxury of the Winter Palace, a parade of mouthwatering clothing and food descriptions to put The Hunger Games to shame, it all came flooding back how crushingly disappointed I had been when the Russian Revolution came, like I'd known it was going to even at seven.  It's like when you watch the Titanic, and every time you pray you don't sink - some dreams feel too good to end.  With each consecutive re-read, at eight years old, nine, ten, twelve, I'd usually put the book down at right about the start of World War I.  Last night, though, I plowed straight through to the end, and to my surprise found that I liked the end better than the beginning, even though it made me cry.  Go figure.

This is one of those rare books where the characters grow up with you - Katya from a sheltered brat to a confused teen to a compassionate woman.  While my head didn't particularly thank me for my up-till-one-in-the-morning stunt, I can't say I've found a better book to re-read in a long time.  And now that the author does actually mean something to me, I'll have to find the rest of Gloria Whelan's work; though I'm not sure I'll love any setting quite as much as I loved her Russia.  Five out of five stars.

December 6, 2010

POC Reading Challenge 2011

It's that time again.  The time every book blogger looks upon with dread and exultation in equal measure.  It's...challenge sign up time!  I just...sort of winged it last year, and then regretted it when I saw all the awesome challenges out there and support networks and all the juicy good book blogging community stuff.  So I'm definitely signing up for a few challenges this year, though I don't want to go overboard, because I'll still be in school full time for half the year and working the other half.  So, the one challenge I've decided to go for so far is the POC Reading Challenge, hosted by Pam of Bookalicious, Katy of A Few More Pages, and Ari of Reading in Color.  I'm very excited to help them get to 100 participants this year!  (Psst!  That was a hint that you should sign up with me.)


I'm signing up for level 4, 10-15 books featuring POCs, with my personal bar being set at 15.  Not sure exactly which ones I'll be reading yet, but from all of the amazing books I've been seeing featured at Ari's blog as well as some 2011 books I'm thrilled about (OMG Huntress!), I don't think it will be too difficult.

So now it's reader participation time!  Do you have any other challenges you think I should make time for in 2011?  (I'll probably be doing the Debut Author Challenge, and I'm looking for diversity-themed challenges, especially a LGBT YA one, if there is such a thing.  If not, maybe I'll start one...?)  Also, what challenges are you all signed up for so far?  Please let me know in the comments!

December 5, 2010

In My Mailbox #8/Read this Week #4

In my Mailbox is a weekly meme hosted by Kristi of The Story Siren, meant to draw attention to the amazing books we receive every week (in the mailbox, from the library, or otherwise).  Don't forget to leave your post on the Mr. Linky for this week, and if you're new to this meme, you might want to read Kristi's guidelines on how to participate here.  My mailbox was pretty meager this week, but I did receive...

...A Christmas Story by Jean Shepherd.
A beloved, bestselling classic of humorous and nostalgic Americana—the book that inspired the equally classic Yuletide film. The holiday film A Christmas Story , first released in 1983, has become a bona fide Christmas perennial, gaining in stature and fame with each succeeding year. Its affectionate, wacky, and wryly realistic portrayal of an American family’s typical Christmas joys and travails in small-town Depression-era Indiana has entered our imagination and our hearts with a force equal to It’s a Wonderful Life and Miracle on 34th Street . This edition of A Christmas Story gathers together in one hilarious volume the gems of autobiographical humor that Jean Shepherd drew upon to create this enduring film. Here is young Ralphie Parker’s shocking discovery that his decoder ring is really a device to promote Ovaltine; his mother and father’s pitched battle over the fate of a lascivious leg lamp; the unleashed and unnerving savagery of Ralphie’s duel in the show with the odious bullies Scut Farkas and Grover Dill; and, most crucially, Ralphie’s unstoppable campaign to get Santa—or anyone else—to give him a Red Ryder carbine action 200-shot range model air rifle. Who cares that the whole adult world is telling him, “You’ll shoot your eye out, kid”? The pieces that comprise A Christmas Story , previously published in the larger collections In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash and Wanda Hickey’s Night of Golden Memories , coalesce in a magical fashion to become an irresistible piece of Americana, quite the equal of the film in its ability to warm the heart and tickle the funny bone.
Believe it or not, I've never seen the movie, but I had to read the book for theater class and thought it was hilarious.  We went to go see a theater adaptation that was equally funny, and while I'm not a big fan of holiday-themed stories, I'm definitely going to have to check the movie out soon.

What did you get in your mailbox this week?  Leave your links and titles in the comments!
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Read This Week

A Christmas Story by Jean Shepherd
(Yeah, I know.  Don't get me started on this week.  All I can say is, I hate finals.)

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