Tuesday, 30 March 2010

Teaser Tuesday

It's Tuesday again and you know what that means. Here's my teaser. Continues from last week's, but unfortunately I've taken that one down.

Last week, Giaan and Aletea, his girlfriend, were shopping in London. Today, they're still in London, but Giaan receives a call from one of his best friends. If you've been following my teasers, or if you read the very first few ones, you'll recognise the name of Giaan's friend.

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*Snip snap!*

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You don't remember Jon? I'll give you a hint. Here's a brief snip from one of my earliest teasers:

*Snip snap!*

Yeah. Jon. The same boy who encountered David Reilly in Egypt. David Reilly who hates Egypt and his wife. That's whole idea of my WIP. Each chapter (called episodes) focuses on a different character, and all these characters are interlinked with one another somehow.

Monday, 29 March 2010

Quick Reviews

Time traveller's wife The Time Traveller’s Wife By Audrey Niffenegger

In case you're wondering, traveller is spelt with double L's in the UK ;)

Audrey Niffenegger's debut isn't a literary paradigm prose-wise, but it is perhaps one of the most compelling romantic stories I have ever read in a long time.

Henry DeTamble has a rare genetic disorder that enables him to travel through time – a gift, because if you think about it, time travelling is cool; and a curse, because he can't control it, and there's no telling where he could end up when he disappears. The book opens with Henry at his workplace, a library, where he encounters Clare for the first time. But the way she acknowledges him suggests he may have met her before, probably during one of his time travelling adventures. Clare promises to explain everything over coffee. Henry accepts her invitation. When she spills the beans, he's blown away. Turns out a future him has visited Clare 152 times right from when she was a kid, and apparently they end up falling madly in love and marrying.

Talk about information overload. Poor Henry.

At first, you think it's an absurd story, but the more you read, the more fascinated you get. You want to find out how Henry and Clare fall in love, how they deal with his time travelling problem, whether or not they get that happily ever after that comes after marriage, and so on.

I have to tell you, at times, this book felt a little wordy, but overall, it was worth my time. I loved it. It made me cry, and I hardly ever cry over a book.


Characters: 9/10

Henry, Clare and their love for each other as they struggle with Henry's time travelling disorder are the main focuses in The
Time Traveller's Wife. In other words, this is a character-driven novel, albeit a great one. So vivid, these characters. It's not a perfect book by all means. Traveller does require quite an effort to get through certain parts, and some characters were just plain disgusting. My accusing finger points to Gomez. I still don't understand why Henry and Clare continued their friendship with this dude. Also, Henry and Clare have very strange tastes in music and politics. But, hey, no one's perfect, right?

World Building: 9/10

Audrey employs some pretty impressive genetic tinkering in her bid to explain Henry's disorder, which surprised me, considering how romance took precedence over science fiction in this book. I really didn't expect her to pull it off. Reminds me of how Stephanie Meyer was able to carve her own unique brand of vampires, even though her aim was to offer a tale of extraordinary romance. It's these aspects – the time-travelling and the vampires – that attracted me to both The Time Traveller's Wife and Twilight. The difference is Audrey was able to juggle both features – the sci-fi and the romance – without skewering one in the hopes of force-feeding the other to her readers.

Prose: 8/10

Awkward descriptions lie here and there, and dialogues tend to be a little off at times, but not enough to detract from the book's awesomeness.

Plot: 9/10

One word: excellent.

Final Score: 9/10

Life as we knew it Life as We Knew It By Susan Beth Pfeffer

A meteor slams on the moon, shattering bits of it and shifting it closer to the earth. What follows is a series of unfortunate events that lead to millions of deaths and in some instances, complete devastation of some countries and cities. The story, wonderful and moving, is told through Miranda's diary entries.

Life as We Knew It excels mostly because of Miranda. She grows from a selfish, petulant teenager to a valiant, selfless girl who understands that life as we knew it is but a dream; a new world is here to stay forever, and the logical thing to do is to be smart, adapt and survive. And most of all, in extreme circumstances such as this, family and friends are more important than anything else.


Characters: 8/10

Every. Single. One. Awesome. And it hurts all the more when the memorable ones die. Even the weird Christian girl who starves herself to death – you know she's being idiotic in her ridiculous quest to attain salvation through hunger strike, but you can't help but feel sorry for her and in some ways understand why she's doing it. Man, the characters in this book got to me. Pulled my heart strings, I tell you.

World Building: 8/10

I'm not a scientist, so I can't vouch that Susan Beth Pfeffer's depiction of the world after the moon's repositioning is accurate, but it works well for the book. The fact is if what happened in this book happened in real life, life would suck. Cities would fall. Countries would drown. People would die. A lot of people, good and bad ones alike. I know it. You know. Susan knows it, and she spares absolutely no one in her fictional mayhem.

There is, however, one thing Susan fails at on an epic scale. In times of disaster, Christians are normally the first to respond with a helping hand. They're not the weirdos portrayed in this book. I'm not saying this because I'm a Christian; it just feels like Susan has something against Christianity.

Prose: 8/10

Plot: 8/10

Final Score: 8/10

CF Catching Fire By Suzanne Collins

This book needs no introduction. If you love reading YA books or books for that matter and you haven't read Catching Fire, then what the hell is your problem?? But before you run off to your local bookstore for this one, I'd advise you to devour The Hunger Games first. It's better that way: The Hunger Games first, Catching Fire second.

After succeeding in the bloody hunger games, you'd think life would take a turn for the best for Katniss Everdeen. But after an impromptu visit from President Snow (strange man, strange name), things actually turn for the worst.

Fans of the series will love this book, no matter what anyone says. And Catching Fire deserves to be loved.

But it isn't as great as The Hunger Games, and that's not Suzanne Collins' fault. How do I explain it? Ok, check this: you're a 22 year-old man. You're on your way to the supermarket when you bump into someone. You mumble apologies, look up, and freeze. There she is – the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. You can't take your eyes off her. She's like ... a goddess. Two weeks later, you two have sex. Amazing. The best sex you ever had. Two years later you marry. Twenty-two years later, even though you're still in love with her, it just ain't the same no more. Not your fault. Not her fault. You probably still love her as much as you did when you two first met, and you wouldn't trade her for anything, but ... it's ... not the same.

Or when you buy a new car and for the first few weeks you feel like you're riding a supernatural rocket. Months later, your car's just a car. Still a nice car, and you love it, but it's not a rocket anymore. It's lost that special tinge of freshness.

That's Catching Fire. Reading it, you get a feeling of déjà vu. Been there, done that with The Hunger Games and Battle Royale. It's still an exciting read, but you can't chase away that nagging sense of familiarity. And if you're smart enough and you analyse hard once you get somewhere close to the middle of the book, you can actually see the plot twist a mile away.


Characters: 8/10

Katniss rules. I wish there were more girls like her.

I'm still not sold on the love-triangle, though. Peeta gets more appearances than Gale, who emerges in, like, a total of five scenes. And even when Gale's around he hardly does anything. How's that fair, Suzanne? It's more than likely Katniss will end up with Peeta, unless Peeta dies, which would suck and piss off an entire fan base.

World Building: 9/10

Prose: 8/10

Plot: 8/10

Final Score: 8/10

Fire FIRE By Kristin Cashore

Imagine for a second: you're a beautiful woman, stunning in every manner – from your hair to your toes. Everything about you magnetises men. Hell, probably women too. You're so gorgeous, so breathtaking, that when people lay their eyes on you they feel a sudden, overwhelming burst of emotion – love, lust, anger, jealousy, greed, rage; whichever the emotion, they will do whatever they must to get their hands on you. To possess you. To kill you.

Now let's ice the cake with chocolate butter: you also have the ability to read and project thoughts, compelling anyone to do anything you want.

Imagine that.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Fire.

In 2008 Graceling was Kristin Cashore's remarkable entrance into the publishing world. From prose to plot, she had it all down to near perfection. The hype was there. The hype was real. And when Graceling reached the general public, it stomped on all expectations, proclaiming: 'I know you heard about me. But what you heard isn't half of what I truly am.'

Back then, the only reason Cashore couldn't be regarded as a literary assassin was because of her debut status. Well, that status is gone. If Graceling was the warning shot, Fire is the bullet that killed the sheriff. And Kristin Cashore didn't have to utilise cheap love-triangles to lure her target.

All you YA writers out there, get a pen, get a notebook, sit your butt down, and let Kristin Cashore school you in how to write a book with a frigging plot and believable romance.


Characters: 9/10

What I like most about Fire, our heroine, is how realistic she is. Taking into account the bad reputation her father bred for himself and everyone like him, Fire is determined never to use her powers on anyone, friend or foe. But then war ensues, and she realises there comes a time when you must use what you have to protect the ones you love. But she doesn't become reckless. She handles herself like a pro, evaluating her moral convictions and altering them for the better, not for the worse. In other words, she evolves. She grows.

The lesson: real life is much too complex to adhere by only ground rules or childhood ideals or fantasies.

So many YA authors struggle with this concept. Even JK Rowling. I remember Lupin chastising Harry in Deathly Hallows for always using the Expelliarmus spell, and Harry defends himself by saying, 'I won't blast people out of the way just because they're in front of me. That's Voldemort's job.' Reading that, made me laugh. Harry first used Expelliarmus when he was 10 or so, in the first or second book. Now he's a teenager, thrust into a war that concerns him, against a dark lord intent on murdering everyone without just cause, and instead of learning new spells or devising new tactics, he makes up ridiculous excuses along the lines of: bad people are the only ones who use guns and bullets and wands and evil magic. Good people should only use sticks and bats and tranquilisers.

Or Mary from Forest of Hands and Teeth who loves the ocean and retains this childhood fantasy to visit it someday; when she suddenly finds herself in the big bad world of zombies, when she has a chance to re-evaluate her choices, take the logical step, she decides getting to the ocean – following her childhood fantasy – is the best course of action. No one should ever give up their dreams, but sometimes, we have to make sacrifices in order to ensure those dreams come true. Why, cos nothing is ever that simple.

At the end of their respective stories, Harry defeats Voldemort with Expelliarmus and Mary gets her ocean. Nothing wrong with that. Remember, these are fantasy books, not guides to real life. But to me, none of these characters grew. Yeah, Harry kissed a couple of girls, got a girlfriend, and fought the big bad wolf. Yet, after all was said and done, all I saw was a kid with braver, more intelligent companions and far too many lucky charms. And Mary was nothing but a romanticised idea of her creator.

Magic, zombies, and powerful villains are fantastic tools for character development, but sometimes, it's the little things that make the big difference.

Nevertheless, Harry Potter would still get a 9 in this category. While Harry, in my opinion, was never deserving of praise for taking down Voldemort (the dude's killing curse rebounded and iced him – it's called suicide), there were still a host of memorable, three-dimensional characters that made the Potter books worth every page.

World Building: 9/10

Prose: 10/10

No, seriously, her prose is THAT awesome, and very distinctive. Kristin Cashore has this peculiar way of stringing unusual sentences and words together, and they end up comprehensible and sounding cool. It's her unique style. Very few writers have that. Kristin is one of them.

Plot: 9/10

Final Score: 9/10

Friday, 26 March 2010

Jack Bauer tries to save President Obama

The fact of the matter remains: Jack Bauer is willing to do what is necessary to save the American people, and Barack Obama isn't.

Here's proof:

PS: I nearly pissed myself laughing. The best bit for me was Obama saying, “Need caller ID. That guy’s insane. We need better health care.”

Also, I know for a fact that it was Hitler’s idea to yell “You lie” at Obama:

You’re probably wondering how I got all these exclusives. Well, I won’t tell you. You can cry me a river all you want, won’t change a damn thing.

Tuesday, 23 March 2010

Teaser Tuesday

It's that time of the week again, and I've got my teaser ready your consumption. This teaser is a continuation of last week's, though you will find that time has jumped a bit. Whereas last week we saw Giaan and his brother, Raza, in 2007, today's teaser puts Giaan in 2009.


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Well, looks like my boy, Giaan, is having a pretty awesome day. *Sigh* Too bad it doesn't last.

Monday, 22 March 2010

The Forest of Hands and Teeth Review

The Forest of hands and teeth Mary lives in a village among what looks to be the last human population on earth. Her village is surrounded by walls made of metal and a forest called 'the forest of hands and teeth', home to the Unconsecrated, the walking dead – mindless beasts who remain relentless in their struggle to breach the village's walls. Mary has lived in this village all her life and has little knowledge of what lies beyond the fences and the forest; knowledge comprising of stories her mother told her, stories of the ocean – a vast bucket of water and salt that stretches to the far ends of the earth. She's intrigued by the ocean. She wants to see the ocean.

Mary's serene world takes its first stumble when her mother wanders too near the protective walls and gets bitten, eventually succumbing to an infection which transforms her into an Unconsecrated. Thereafter, Mary is sent to spend the rest of her days with the Sisters, the village's ruling party.

Things get interesting when an outsider named Gabrielle drifts into Mary's village, and is whisked away by the Sisters before the denizens of the village can hear of her. For Mary, Gabrielle's existence means one thing: there is life outside her village and the forest. But why are the Sisters so intent on keeping Gabrielle a secret? Surely Gabrielle's presence is good news. What are they hiding?

Soon Gabrielle disappears and returns later as an Unconsecrated, but different from her undead peers in that she possesses great speed.

Mary's world finally crumbles when the Unconsecrated, led by a vicious Gabrielle, break through the fences, killing and turning any human being they come in contact with.

It's hard to resist The Forest of Hands and Teeth's pull, whether or not you're a zombie/dystopian fan. Its premise hints at an entertaining, blood-curdling ride. But that's as far as the ride goes – a hint. Forest starts out great, especially during the period when Gabrielle is detained by the Sisters, but after the Unconsecrated break into the village the plot grounds to a halt.

From here on, all we get is Mary and her incessant desire to get to the ocean, or her inner voice constantly analysing her love for Travis and why he didn't come for her before her semi-wedding ceremony to his brother, Harry. It doesn't take long before her inner voice gets rather irritating.

There is some mystery surrounding the Roman numerals labelling the fenced paths and gates Mary and co come across as they seek refuge from the Unconsecrated, but Carrie Ryan doesn't go anywhere with it. The mystery hangs in the air from the start of the book till the end. We get no answers. Nothing.

I'm going to be blunt: all this book has is a great premise. There is no plot whatsoever. Think I'm lying? Here's how Forest goes: Mary escapes from village; whines about Travis; whines about the ocean; whines about Travis or Harry or Cass or Jed; Mary and friends get to new village; she whines about Travis; whines about the ocean; Mary and friends leave new place; she whines about Travis; whines about the ocean; Mary sees gate leading out of forest; whines about ocean; whines about ... hey, this must be the way to the ocean even though I have absolutely no clue; Mary opens gate; Mary gets to the ocean.

Trust me, there's no spoiler in that summary, because there's absolutely nothing to spoil in this book, except maybe that Mary didn't die. But really, were you expecting her to?

It's such a shame. The Forest of Hands and Teeth could have had the greatest plot ever, I'm telling you.

There's this scene where Mary is in a house and she opens a chest. She finds all these newspaper clippings, stuff from the New York Times and other magazines – a whole bunch of informative things that could reveal something, anything to us readers. At this point I'm thinking, perhaps the plot is about to begin. But what does Mary do? She doesn't attempt to learn about the Unconsecrated, how they came to be, how they spread; she doesn't try to learn about what happened to the village she's residing in at the moment. (I mean, she's in a house that is more fortified than any house in her village, stacked with weapons and food that can last a year or more. So how the hell did everyone get infected?)

You know what she does? She picks a picture of the ocean and focuses on it.

The frigging ocean.

And while we're on the subject, what the hell is with this ocean crap? No, really. I get that characters need a driving force, something that pushes them to move on despite adversities in their world, but the ocean? That's it? It's not like the ocean holds the answers to solving the Unconsecrated problem; it's not like Jesus Christ lives there – it's just a freaking ocean. Mary's obsession with it makes no sense. And when she does get to the ocean, nothing special happens. Rainbows don't fly out from the water. Dolphins don't celebrate her arrival. All I get is an anticlimactic scene: the ocean, I've arrived, the end.

Admittedly, Forest reads more like a literary YA book – a character driven novel – and as such it's bound to get away with not having a plot (that's literary genre novels for you). Plus, Carrie Ryan pulls off the literary angle to near perfection. Her prose is beautiful, poetic, and Mary, despite how annoying she is, is well drawn – three dimensional. In the end, even though Mary gets increasingly selfish and infuriating as the novel draws to a close, you realise it's just her character. It's who she is – a bitch. Not Carrie Ryan's fault.

The only thing I can blame Carrie Ryan for is not given me a really cool plot.


Characters: 8/10

Characters were superbly presented, Mary especially. The secondary characters stood out in their own special way, though they weren't as engaging as Mary. I should have given Forest a 9 in this category; I just didn't like most of Mary's decisions.

World building: 8/10

Carrie Ryan crafted a vivid, intriguing and mysterious world – a world bursting with so many exciting questions. It's too bad her world got knocked into the background so the "ocean" could play a more prominent role.

Prose: 8/10

Lush, rhythmical, and moving in most places. Although her dialogues were mostly off.

Plot: 4/10

Which plot? The one where Mary goes to the ocean?

Final Score: 7/10 (on approximation)

Click here to read my review system.

Final thoughts:

  • The absence of a decent plot didn't go down well with me.
  • The love triangle (or love square) irritated me: Mary loves Travis; Travis is betrothed to Cass; Cass loves Harry; Harry is betrothed to Mary. Seriously, love triangles are as aggravating as vampires and angels today.
  • And what's with writers these days and bashing Christianity? The Sisters are a bunch of Christian lunatics who use God as an excuse for everything: "God said you should wear red. You know what happens when you don't listen to God – he sends the Unconsecrated to destroy the world." I read the same thing in Susan Beth Pfeffer's Life as We Knew It: one character starves herself to death because "God" asked her to; her pastor supports her decision, even though he is well-fed. And in Paul Hoffman's The Left Hand of God: the redeemers, much like the Sisters, are a cluster of ridiculous God-loving paedophiles who create assassins out of young boys. Really? Focus on Islam for once. Oh, that's right. You can't. You know what they'll do to you if you pull that kind of stunt with them. Ask Salman Rushdie.

I'd recommend to anyone interested in character driven novels – Forest excels in that area. If you're looking for a fast-paced, zombie plot, you won't get that from The Forest of Hands and Teeth.

Friday, 19 March 2010

Why oh why?

So I was on Twitter yesterday when I saw this from Agent Janet Reid: click here.

Whoever did this I'd like them to contact me. Seriously, we need to talk lol

But, on a more solemn note, I really think us aspiring writers should avoid this kind of behaviour. Aren't you worried of becoming the butt of agents' jokes? We may not know who you are, but Janet does, as do a lot of her agent colleagues, I'm sure.

It reminds me of that time when agents did #queryfail in an honest attempt to aid aspiring writers and some aspiring writers turned it into a declaration of war. In fact, I wrote a short story about it back then (base on some of the nasty things these writers said). Here it is. If you're an agent and wouldn't like to be reminded of that horrific time you might want to leave this blog now. If you're one of those aspiring writers who took up arms against agents and are ashamed and would not like to be reminded of ... well, your rash, unconsidered reaction, you should leave as well.

Award winning short story:

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there existed a planet called Earth. A planet teeming with resources and life. The most abundant life was human life. Humans strived for greatness in whatever they did, and for many years they grew in great numbers and strength, determined to one day conquer the universe.

Amongst these humans were those who studied the art of writing, and those who honed their eyes, tongues, and nose to better see, taste and smell good writing. They were respectively dubbed Writers and Agents.

Agents have since stood as gatekeepers of the paths which Writers must take to confront the publishing gods.

Because Agents must carefully choose which Writers to let through, many Writers have grown embittered in silence, their anger bristling in the shadows, swelling and clenching their hearts until all kindness and happiness have long been purged, lost forever.

On a day that seemed as ordinary as any other day, a gatekeeper by the name Jessica Faust determined that it would be a clever scheme to utilise one of Earth's newest and most unimpressive (me didn't like Twitter then) awesome technologies – Twitter – in teaching Writers what not to do when requesting access (by means of querying) to the publishing gods.

Unfortunately for Jessica and her cohorts of Agents and Editors (high priests of the publishing gods), her scheme backfired, and Writers were handed a perfect opportunity to engage in a war they had desperately sought after for years:

::This is the part that gets really ugly::

'Take yourselves off the pedestals you stand on and stop acting like we should feel privileged that you allow us to bow and scrape to gain your attention. Without us, you would have no product to sell, therefore no income. To say it very plainly, without us you are nothing.'

Translation: without us, working at McDonalds wouldn't even come close to your greatest achievement. (But I work at Best Buy).

'Reply with more than one freaking line via email that says something like, "I didn't really care for the male characters". I mean, a rejection is OK, but, after all that time (and $$$ in postage for 300 plus pages!!!), I thought I deserved a bit more. I won't be querying her again.'

Translation: I spent my time, effort, and hard-earned cash getting my manuscript to you. I literally lowered myself to your standards, and this is the best rejection you can come up with – 'I didn't really care for the male characters'? Go to hell. (But I will query you again when I calm down).

'Creating art requires the ability to expose the self and plumb the depths of human pain. Please stop telling me not to take it personally. Sending you my manuscript is more personal than a visit to my ob/gyn. If you refuse to acknowledge the intimate dynamic of this transaction, stick to repping diet books or go into accounting,'

Translation: sending my manuscript to you is like letting you sleep with my husband and not slitting your throat. It's more than personal. So when you refuse to recognise the gravity of things, you hurt my feelings. Trust me, honey, that's the last thing you want to do. My advice: leave this industry. Now. (But I would totally do anything to get you to represent me ... AFTER I calm down).

'Many of those querying you are smarter than you are, prettier than you are, and meaner than you are. We have long memories and we share agent stories just as you share "bad writer" stories.'

Translation: You're dumb, you're ugly, and the best way – no, the only way you can hurt me is by sending stupid, lame rejections to my mailbox. If I had to send my rejection to you, it'd be in the form of my foot, so when you opened the letter or email it'd pop out and shove itself so far up your fat arse that "sitting" would become something of an enigma for you. Yeah, I'm THAT mean. And don't forget, we know who you are, and when we become bestsellers and gain access to millions of $$$/£££, we're surely going to destroy you. Literally. (But ... but ... I love you still)

'I'm so tired of smug, wannabe hipsters being the gatekeepers of taste.'

Translation: I'm seriously considering assassinating you. (By sending Starbucks coffee cups with flour in them, or mugs with 'you're the best agent ever' printed on them. Oh, did you get that already? Good. We're even now).

(Note: these are very real statements made by writers. You can find more here).

Jessica Faust, undeterred by the raging battle, has sworn to resurrect her scheme on April 17. She strongly feels she's doing the right thing. However, the APO (Agents Protection Organisation) has dispatched government operatives to protect Jessica and other #agentfail participating Agents/Editors 24-7, just in case things get out of hand.

:: Note here ::
Jessica doesn't have magic powers. She can't talk to ponies either. No, other agents can't too. Actually, agents are just like all of us, with hopes and dreams and jobs, and they don't make a billion dollars an hour and take pleasure in rejecting queries like they're covert masochists.

'Jessica is important to us. She is the last living Agent with magic powers and the ability to talk to ponies, and we intend on making sure she remains earth-bound,' says Jimmy Jim Jims, Director of APO.

On the other side of the pond, rebel leader of AWAW (Aspiring Writers At War), Anon1, had this to say about Agents: 'The sooner they – agents, editors, the publishing gods – disappear, the better for us writers. Publishing-on-demand for the world!'

::Note here::
Publishing on demand or self publishing or whatever it's called is not really the answer to your problems. If you're getting rejected by every single agent it means you're doing something wrong. Honest. It means you should go back to the drawing board and fix your manuscript.

End of Award winning short story.

So, you guys, let's stop this, ok?

Be smart.

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Teaser Tuesday

Guess who's back?

Yeah, I missed you too ;)

Now, to business.

Eons ago, I introduced you to David and his wife Elle at the Egyptian Museum of Antiquities, where they met a confused and powerful boy named Jon. Unfortunately I've taken those teasers down, in case you first time visitors are curious. But I do have something for you.

Today, I give you Giaan, another pivotal character in my book. If you've read my half-arsed synopsis (which I wrote under 30 minutes) then you know Giaan is the character who makes a certain choice in the hopes of doing the right thing. But all he accomplishes is tearing a world at peace asunder and putting his friends, those he holds dear to him, in danger.

This teaser is from Episode 2, entitled "Welcome to the Family Business".

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There you go. Hope you liked it.

PS: If Kathy is commenting, can she please confirm if I won the sunshine award thingy? :D

Thursday, 11 March 2010

Reviews and other posts to come!

Dude, I solemnly swear I am up to some good, even though my blog is so empty these days! Honest. I've been doing more writing than usual, which is great. Finally focusing on my WIP. I'm going to participate in next week's teaser tuesday, and I promise to read everyone's teasers as well.

I have a couple of reviews awaiting public posting, 'cos I read a bunch of books, you see. Really cool books. Fire, et la. I'm still reading Wings and loving Aprilynne Pike's take on faeries. I have Beautiful Creatures clawing for my attention, and I'm also eager to get to The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms. (Seriously if you haven't bought this yet, you should ... go in a corner and cry!)

I miss you guys :)

So, apology accepted? Cheers :D