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REVIEW:  The Iron Traitor  by Julie Kagawa

REVIEW: The Iron Traitor by Julie Kagawa

The Iron Traitor

Dear Julie Kagawa:

I was a fan of your first book “Iron King,” which I received at an RWA conference awhile ago, and then as I completed the next two books, my interest sort of lagged, and I don’t exactly remember why. I lost track of your books, but recently when your latest popped up on my radar, I had to take a look. Although I ’m glad I did, readers here should know that this book is definitely no romance.

Ethan Chase is recovering from being fairy-napped for the second time in his life. He’s still digesting several discoveries, among them, that his missing sister has become a faery queen herself and has a son as the same age as him (because of weird fairy time). It also didn’t help that he vanished from the mortal world at the same time as rich and popular classmate MacKenzie St. James. Their shared experiences of nearly dying in the faery realm have brought them together and they intend to stay together. But when Ethan gets sucked into more dangerous fairy complications, his relationship with MacKenzie is tested.

Ethan is a compelling character and I like how he makes stupid teenage mistakes as is fitting. He allows his nephew’s faery girlfriend Annwyl to stay in his room and heads off to fairyland all the while telling MacKenzie to stay behind. Concerned about her safety and his nephew Keirran’s problems, he fails to realize what the situation might look like to MacKenzie. And when MacKenzie and Ethan meet up in fairy land, a difficult yet mature conversation is had that shows how these two former loners are still trying to adjust to being part of a couple.

Throughout the story, Ethan and Keirran are presented as two people in similar situations with opposing views, and it is interesting to see how they react to each other. Both Ethan and Keirran have loves who are destined to die, but Keirran is the type who will destroy himself in making fey bargains to save what he loves. Ethan, on the other hand, has had a life long suspicion of the fey and tends to be more about letting fate take its course. His back history was well woven into his present day reactions. Usually, I’m on the side of ‘love will conquer all,’ but in this story, I found myself rooting for Ethan’s point of view. Sometimes all that you have is all that you have and you have to treasure what you have before it fades away. Unfortunately for Ethan, the fey are not going to let him do that with his terminally ill girlfriend Kenzie.

Kenzie, though pretty and popular, is living with the knowledge that she has terminal disease. Though the characterization of Kenzie nearly veered into the background-jealous-girlfriend trope at points, for the most part, she had her own motivations and her reactions were firmly rooted in the character you had established; someone who wasn’t afraid to risk danger because her life was limited already.

Kierran is great as the dark foreboding character, but for some reason the relationship between him and Annwyl didn’t intrigue me as a reader. You go in to the story knowing that they are deeply in love and devoted to each other, despite the fact that their relationship is forbidden by complicated faerie court politics, but there isn’t much more development beyond Annwyl’s being the victim in need of saving and Kierran’s obsession with saving her life. There are glimpses of Annwyl being a once rather formidable faerie herself, but not enough. I would have liked to have found out more about how those two got together, but perhaps that was in a previous book.

It was hard for me to tear myself away from the early part of this book, but as I read on, the glamor seemed to kind of fade. I’m still trying to figure out why. It wasn’t that the plot wasn’t exciting and engaging, on the contrary, I think it was a little too teenage dramatic. The pace of the plotting felt emotionally relentless, in a way that I’m not quite used to. I suppose that makes sense since this is a YA after all. Maybe it’s also because although I enjoy all sorts of books, I am a romance reader at heart.

 

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And maybe it’s because I like happy endings and despite the title, I thought there was a chance that Kierran would not betray Ethan as he did.

I really wanted some kind of closure, but the cliffhanger ending was a bit much for me. I enjoyed it while I was reading it, but I don’t know if I would want to come back to this. I think if I was a young teenage girl, I would totally be obsessed and hooked on this series, but right now, I’m on the fence about whether I’ll pickup the next book.

B

~Amy

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REVIEW:  Life Without Friends by Ellen Emerson White

REVIEW: Life Without Friends by Ellen Emerson White

This is a second in a series of books reviewed by authors.  This is an open invitation for any author to submit reviews of books that get very little attention but that he or she liked very much. In issuing the invitation, I’ve asked the authors to review books authored by people they have no real contact with – they aren’t in the same RWA chapter or they aren’t critique partners. I hope that this is one way we can bring an authorial reviewer voice to Dear Author without the conflicts. So if you are an author, editor, publicist, etc. and there is a book you think deserves more attention, send me a review!

A lot of bad things happened to Beverly last year. Now she’s living a life without friends. It’s a lot easier that way.

Then Derek comes into her life, just by chance. Bit by bit, Beverly opens up to Derek and begins to trust him. She can tell him anything. Or almost anything.

There’s just last year standing between Beverly and Derek – the one thing he said he couldn’t forgive. Maybe it will ruin everything if she talks about it.

And maybe it will ruin everything if she doesn’t.

Every time I try to write about Ellen Emerson White’s Live Without Friends, I feel as if I’m drifting between an Elizabeth Barrett Browning sonnet and one of my daughter’s old bedtime stories (Rossetti-Shustak’s I Love You Through and Through). Derek, how do I love thee, let me count the ways. I love your  jeans jacket and your Red Sox cap, I love your gentle side, your cocky side, I love your nerves when you’re trying to be James Dean cool. I love your jokes about ducks and the crick in your neck from falling asleep on the steps, and your happy smile, and the way your run gets a little clumsy when your “girl”  comes to watch your baseball game. I love your patience, and the way you pet puppies, and the flex in your muscles when you’re trying to get that cute, nerdy girl on the bench to notice you. I admit it, I have it bad: I think I even love the way you say “yo” and “like”. Yes, Derek, I love you through and through.

Life Without Friends, by Ellen Emerson WhiteIt is, in fact, perhaps, just a tad excessive that as a grown woman in Boston for a major academic conference, I ducked out of sessions so that I could go see where Derek and Beverly met in the Public Gardens and find the paddle boats for myself. Heartbreak Hill, Old North Church, the Granary Burying Ground . . . and Derek and Bev.

Because I love Beverly, too. She’s the smart, uptight, alienated teenage girl whose difficult past helps serve as a catharsis for our own sense of not-belonging as a teenager, our own sense of not being good enough or being judged, an embodiment of our classic rite of passage struggles to find our way into society. In YA, of course, these struggles almost always seem to need an event, a past, that dramatizes them, just because literature sometimes needs crutches and excuses to reach at that fragile teenage spot inside of us. As if, without the excuses, everyone will just shrug and say, “Well, get over yourself. I had to.” But while the YA heroine who struggles with issues may represent some of us who really had those issues, for most of us her excuses simply allow our empathy—for her, and through her for ourselves and other people. We may not have had a mother who committed suicide or a boyfriend who murdered two people and beat the crap out of us in the meantime, we may not be internalizing guilt about those things, but her shame and self-loathing and struggles to regain a right to live in her society are ones with which we can identify nevertheless. That’s why rites of passage stories are so powerful.

She’s the us who gets to have Derek, the cute, adorable guy who puts his jeans jacket around us when we’re cold and keeps getting us milkshakes because we’re not eating enough. (Ellen Emerson White’s heroines have chronic intense stomach/eating issues. An ulcer in this case. This and uptight, repressed families with high IQs and almost non-existent EQs—incapable of expressing emotion without significant therapy—are her thing. What I would call her story. It works particularly well in this book when the hero is so patiently and adorably reaching through those barriers of the heroine’s and thus, on both a symbolic and real level, integrating her into life, love, and society.)

A serendipitous conjunction of Jane’s request about doing a guest author review, Kati’s post on comfort reading, and some Twitter conversations with Angie who, it turns out, loves Derek as much as I do, got me re-reading Life Without Friends again for the first time in a few years. And as soon as I was done with the first read, I thought: Ha, I’m reviewing this book, so I get to re-read it right over again. And then, after the second time, well, let’s be thorough and go back through the favorite parts one more time. But there are so many favorite parts that I basically had to re-read the whole book yet again—three times in a weekend.

To me, it is a quintessential comfort read, not only for Derek, but for Beverly, who, for all her sarcasm and hang-ups (or, really, because of them), is an utterly relatable and likeable heroine. I said to Angie on Twitter that this book is the standard, to me, of what YA/NA books could be. It is definitely Ellen Emerson White’s best work. Scenes between Beverly and her family, Beverly and her psychiatrist, and Beverly and Derek are interwoven with such a perfect balance as she comes to terms with what has happened and opens up again, thanks primarily to three people: her stepmother, her psychiatrist, and, of course, Derek. The dialogue is sarcastic, funny, insightful. And I’m always intrigued by a certain spare quality to Ellen Emerson White’s writing. In other books, she often has characters read Hemingway as a shorthand for their intelligence. Despite my impatience with this literary self-consciousness*, I do think we can see her own liking of Hemingway in what can often be the simplicity of her writing. A marshmallow doesn’t swell up in Bev’s throat (as I might say); no, her throat just tightens, or closes. And that’s enough. Reading Ellen Emerson White is a reminder to me of the power of simplicity.

It is, in its way, a very simple story. One I finish every time with a happy smile.

And a sigh because it’s over, wishing for a bit more Derek.

You might say I had to start writing books in the first place because I wanted more Derek.

[*I am impatient because I’ve personally not only read but studied at a graduate level a very broad spectrum of literary classics in four major languages. A colleague here has an international reputation for her work with neuroscience and story, so I’ve gleaned a thing or two from those “neuroscience and the humanities” talks, and I would love to see an MRI throwdown on reading Hemingway versus, say, Laura Kinsale. Without in the least trying to dismiss Hemingway’s quality, my bet for brain activity is on Laura Kinsale. This is not me being flippantly, knee-jerk defensive of romance. Brain activity seems to be based on factors such as reader engagement with/enjoyment of the story as well as coming across new ways of evoking things—an unexpected turn of phrase that captures an emotional reaction or makes us think, for example. So imagining the MRI match-up between Old Man and the Sea and For My Lady’s Heart makes me grin every time.]

 

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 Laura Florand compilation


Laura Florand 
is the award-winning author of the Amour et Chocolat series (The Chocolate Thief, The Chocolate Kiss…), where sexy Parisian chocolatiers woo the women they love with what they love best – romance you can taste. Her books have been translated into seven languages, received the RT Seal of Excellence and starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, and been recommended by USA Today, NPR, The Wall Street Journal, and Dear Author, among others, and twice been selected as Sizzling Book Club Picks by Smart B*, Trashy Books. They’ve even been selected for the infamous (legendary? notorious?) DABWAHA! She was born in Georgia, but the travel bug bit her early. After a Fulbright year in Tahiti, a semester in Spain, and backpacking everywhere from New Zealand to Greece, she ended up living in Paris, where she met and married her own handsome Frenchman, a story told in her first book Blame It on Paris.  Now a lecturer at Duke University, she is very dedicated to her research into French chocolate. For a glimpse behind the scenes of some of that research as well as recommendations for US chocolate, make sure to check out her website: www.lauraflorand.com.