Happy Easter!

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As I sit here at type this in the wee hours of the morning, the Easter Bunny is pottering around with the basket of eggs. I am being terribly quiet so as not to disturb, I would hate to have my haul revoked for revealing my presence. However I am reminded of how as a child I was not all that keen on the idea of this Bunny delivering things to my room. It was not the chocolate so much (the Humpty Dumpty egg being the joy, and the skill it took to eat all of a rabbit leaving just the thickest, nicest nether region and ears for last), but rather the lack of understanding about the dimensions of this Bunny. Was it a tiny Bunny that pounced delicately through the house, gently placing Humpty at my side, or rather was it the image I summoned, that of a large Bunny that loomed over me and put eggs by my side with its giant paws?

I did find “confirmation” of my theory when I half woke in a sleepy daze to see a dark silhouette standing in my room the night before Easter. This, I concluded, meant the Bunny was big, and that did not sit well with me. I always found it best not to think about how my eggs came to me, I decided if I didn’t think too hard about the Bunny, the Bunny would just potter around, do the job, and potter out again. This worked well for me.

As I have gotten older the Easter Bunny and I have settled our differences (whether the Bunny knew there were any differences remains to be seen, but I have settled my half regardless). Now I see that the Bunny was simple spreading joy, it is hardly the Bunny’s fault that he has more intimate interaction and less grace than Santa, and he is certainly lacking the agility one can expect from a Bunny that size.

Or perhaps, as all mysterious and wonderful things go, that the Easter Bunny does have all the magic of Santa; how else does he know what kinds of chocolate every one likes, and why buying things like Cherry Ripe eggs, or Lindt chocolate is a no no. No, I think if the Easter Bunny knows that all the world needs is some Red Tulip representations of the bunny community, a few Cadbury eggs to show support towards the chicken community, and the occasional Heritage Bilby as consolation for those of us who cannot catch a train through Europe, than that is pretty magical to me.

I hope you all have a wonderful Easter no matter how you choose to celebrate it, and may the Easter Bunny be watching over you.

I think the Easter Bunny is on to me, I must go. Have a great day everyone!

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell


Birthday

In honour of Anna Sewell‘s birthday today I am reviewing the only book she wrote: Black Beauty. Sewell began writing in 1871 aged 51 but as she grew more ill she was painfully writing notes that her mother typed up, or she was dictating to get her story finished. It is always a little bit wonderful when you read about authors who are still trying to get their story out as they are ill, dying, or incapacitated; it means that they want their story out in the world so much that they will keep going until the end, not give up and leave it unfinished in a pile because it became too hard while they were sick.

Published: March 1st 2003
Goodreads badgePublisher: Scholastic
Pages: 245
Format: Book
Genre: Junior Fiction
★   ★   ★   ★   ★  – 5 Stars

Black Beauty is handsome and spirited, with a sweet temper. When he is four years old he is sold to a new owner who gently breaks him in. He is no longer free to gallop around the fields yet there is happiness and adventure among the hardship as his station changes from being a carriage horse on a country estate to a cab horse in town. At the same time he is aware that his well-being and future depend very much on the kindness or cruelty of his various masters.

Black Beauty‘s original title was Black Beauty: The Autobiography a Horse, translated from the original equine. I love this, and Sewell’s approach of using the animal autobiography genre is apparently considered the first of its type. Written over several years, Black Beauty was finally published in 1877. This creates a great setting for the history not only of the use of horses, but the society as well. The way people talk about horses, and using horse driven cabs is a wonderful image to have as the story progresses.

Black Beauty’s story is a gripping yet simple, complex, touching and achingly sad all at once. This is the story of a horse who goes through life working for many people, doing and seeing many things, and understanding the life, hardships, and joys of being a horse. It is a beautiful story, nothing is hidden and everything is laid bare, and that is why it is amazing.

I liked the way that Sewell did not shy away from the facts about life and about horses; facts are facts and the era of writing does play a role, but Sewell also set out to write a story directed at all those who worked with horses. I read that her intention was to promote the humane treatment of horses, and apparently Black Beauty is credited with having the greatest effect on the treatment of animals of any publication in history, resulting in changing the public attitude, as well as creating legislation to protect horses. That’s pretty amazing for her only book, and she didn’t even live to see the full impact it had.

People often get upset and mention how horrified they were about certain parts in this book, and I won’t lie, there are some bad moments where horse mistreatment is shown to various levels. However, as shocking and blunt these sometimes can be, they are not an ongoing focus. There is a lot of talk about cruelty, but there are equal amounts that show kindness and compassion. The sentiments mentioned in this story may seem cruel, but this book was also written in a time when this was the way of the world; and Sewell spends just as much time telling us that if horses were treated better than these situations would not be called for.

And while there is abuse, there is also a strong sense of justice for that cruelty that is more important. Throughout Black Beauty people are being reprimanded for whipping too much, jailed for mistreatment of horses, and people on the street have no issue pulling up riders or drivers who are being cruel. That is why this book is powerful, it shows the cruelty but also the consequences.

Black Beauty begins his story in a loving home where he is taught the ways of the world by his mother. She tells him to be “gentle and good, and never learn bad ways; do your work with good will.” Throughout this book he uses this advice to be the best horse he can be no matter what his situations and what he is required to do. As he changes home and he experiences new things he keeps this in mind, always trying his best.

What I found very interesting is that Black Beauty is given many names through this book, he begins his life as Darkie, and as he grows older and sold he is renamed Black Beauty, as well as Jack, Black Auster and others. But there is a reason the book is called Black Beauty, I never could figure out why but when I finished it this time I realised and understood, and that made it so much more wonderful.

What I also found heartbreaking but terribly sweet was when he was being sold once more at a horse fair. Being an older horse with injury and having recently come from a hard life, it was moving but beautiful as he says that his new owners “made as much of me as if I had been the ‘Black Beauty’ of olden time.” There is so much said in those words. He never lets his spirits down and he remains as good a horse as his mother wished through all he has been through, yet he knows why he is not as glamourous as he was. It is a true testament that he keeps his head high and makes the best of it all, but in the flickering moment he remembered his past with the meadow, his friends, and the love and affection he received from his master. Sewell manages to mean so much by saying so little, it is beautifully touching some of the things in this book.

Sewell is also very good a segues, Beauty’s voice is telling us his story and Sewell paces it right and places everything where it needs to be to make the story flow smoothly. Nothing is interrupted, yet nothing is left out either. She captures all parts of life, other horse experiences and their own stories. Through a horse’s eyes a person is judged in many ways in terms of their character. Beauty often gives people a well assessed judgement and we are shown why that judgement stands. Even in short paragraphs and a few lines Sewell can make it seem like we’ve gotten all we need to know about a person based on how a horse sees them.

The details in this story are also amazing, whether it is in the narrative or listening to another horse tell their story. Horses notice everything, the feeling of the human touch, kindness and pain. Sewell captures these beautifully and demonstrates that horses base their opinions on people not by who they are so much, but by how well they treat their horse. Through this technique you also see the horses reactions to war, ill-treatment, old age, and illness.

Other people have kept writing the Black Beauty story, but I can’t imagine ever wanting to read these other adventures, or read extended version about what occurred in the book, leaving the beautiful story as it is is enough for me, there is so much heart in the original that by adding to it will spoil it. There have also been multiple movie and television versions of Black Beauty, and I have never seen a film version I didn’t like, and only a handful I’ve seen have made minor changes to the plot as far as I could tell. I think with a story like this either reading it or watching it can be hard. It is really up to the individual, but when it is done well, it can be equally as wonderful as the book.

Happy Birthday Anna Sewell, it is sad you did not live long enough to see the effect your book had on the world, but I thank you for writing it.

Freaky Friday (#1) by Mary Rogers

Published: 1988
Goodreads badgePublisher: Puffin
Pages: 154
Format: Book
Genre: Junior Fiction
★   ★   ★   ★  – 4 Stars

Annabel thinks her mom has the best life. If she were a grown-up, she could do whatever she wanted Then one morning she wakes up to find she’s turned into her mother . . . and she soon discovers it’s not as easy as it looks

This is a great book that covers the wonderful scenario of a child wishing they were a grown up for a day and some how thinking it was going to be fantastic. I rather enjoy these kinds of stories, not entirely sure why but there is the fact we get to read about a 10 year old or a 13 year old or whatever being in an adult body but still having the intellect and thought process of someone younger. Hilarity ensues.


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doesn’t use a child, Annabelle is 15, but she is someone’s child which is the better focus of the story. Her behaviour is that of a self-centred teenager sometimes and she is portrayed well in that respect. Personally, I don’t think the same story would not have worked if she was any younger or older. Being 15 she is old enough and yet not old enough at the same time which only adds to Rogers’ storytelling.

I used to read this so much when I was a kid, I never found myself wanting to switch places with my mother but I enjoyed the mystery surrounding it and what it was that caused the switch. We do not get to see the switched Annabelle’s side of this story through her mother’s eyes, we just see the results at the end and hear the odd mention as the day progresses.

Adult Annabelle has to deal with the maid, keeping control over the family problems and the issue of missing children. Rogers is very good in writing through the voice of Annabelle as she tries to behave like her mother. You can see she is trying to be responsible while still reverting to age appropriate reactions and slip ups.

Not analysing the short story too much but there is a lot of trust involved here, who knows what Annabelle could have messed up or done, not to mention no one really thought just how weird it could get if your daughter become you and having to deal with all the possibilities your husband might pose. That takes away from the innocence a bit I guess, it wasn’t meant to be a long switch that was the result of something unchangeable.

What I did like about this book as opposed to others in this story is that it was not just a child wanting to be a grown up version of themselves, it was Annabelle envying her mother’s life. I think that’s what gives it that little bit extra, it wasn’t about the child so much as it was about the child and the mother, they are connected. Annabel isn’t being selfish she is being jealous. There are no extreme morals thrown in our faces by Rogers but you do get a sense by the end that every one has had it tough and you can’t just wish things to be better and you should be happy with who you are.

I will also add that personally, if I had to choose a movie adaptation, I would got with the 1976 Jodie Forster and Barbara Harris version. Disney, for some unknown reason, has adapted Freaky Friday three times over the years, the first screenplay being written by the author, which could explain why it was a better story. But then as we must modernise and make it more relatable to the kiddies a 1995 version was made that wasn’t completely bad, but by 2003 when Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan took a crack, I must say that is where they completely ruined the story for me and I had to go read the book again just to try and forget what they’d done. Though because this was one of my most read books as a child I must always let it win over any movie version.

What I did learn however is that 1. This is the first in a series which I never knew about, and 2. Apparently in 1882 a similar story was written involving a father and son. I think seeing a father and son switch places would be extremely interesting, but coming from the 1880s that has to make it even greater. I found it on The Project Gutenberg site and as soon as I finish I will regale you in its wondrous tale (fingers crossed it is as wondrous as I hope it to be).

The Book With No Name (#1) by Anonymous

Published: May 28th 2008
Goodreads badgePublisher: Michael O’Mara Books
Pages: 379
Format: Book
Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal
★   ★   ★  – 3 Stars

Detective Miles Jensen is called to the lawless town of Santa Mondega to investigate a spate of murders. This would all be quite ordinary in those rough streets, except that Jensen is the Chief Detective of Supernatural Investigations. The breakneck plot centers around a mysterious blue stone — The Eye of the Moon—and the men and women who all want to get their hands on it: a mass murderer with a drinking problem, a hit man who thinks he’s Elvis, and a pair of monks among them. Add in the local crime baron, an amnesiac woman who’s just emerged from a five-year coma, a gypsy fortune teller, and a hapless hotel porter, and the plot thickens fast. Most importantly, how do all these people come to be linked to the strange book with no name? This is the anonymous, ancient book that no one seems to have survived reading. Everyone who has ever read it has been murdered. What can this mean?

The Book With No Name, by Anonymous. The title alone made me pick this book up from a book sale and while it wasn’t the greatest book I have read, it was creative, interesting, and definitely unique.

This is the first book in a series called The Bourbon Kid, and I have to say, while I wouldn’t rush out to get the sequels, if I came across them I would read them. Maybe if I leave it long enough my curiosity will peak and I will track down a sequel and see what happens next, but for now I am enjoying that it was a rather good story.
As soon as the story begins we are introduced to the mystery that is the Bourbon Kid, this prologue starts the novel off as the mystery and foreboding doom this man brings haunts a town. Meanwhile, Detective Miles Jensen has arrived in town to investigate a spate of unusual murders, two monks have left their monastery, a mysterious blue stone begins to cause havoc for all those who wish to possess it, there is also a hitman in town who thinks he is Elvis, an amnesiac woman who has woken from a coma, the boyfriend, and the local crime boss. What could possibly go wrong?

There are a lot of people involved in this narrative, and the author switches character perspectives quite a bit so we get to see the story from everyone’s perspective. I’d say seamlessly but I say with caution. Certainly there are no jarring moments, but you can find yourself reading a new paragraph and become confused, only to realise that you’re following a new character with different thoughts.

These switches occur a lot, and truly not always in a confusing manner, but you do have to pay attention and you will get used to it after awhile. I did find, which was quite clever, that because there were so many characters and storylines to follow, by breaking it up for each character and moment you get these kinds of mini scenes, almost like a collection of short stories which are connected to one another in terms of the bigger picture and have been woven together.

In terms of narrative it was drawn out considerably. Not a lot actually happens for the first 3/4 or so of the book, however you did have a sense that it was all necessary by the time you’ve finished. As you read you kept thinking that the next chapter would be where it all erupted and everything fell into place. This does happen in the end but it is a lot to remember and keep track of while you’re getting there. A lot of it was also character introductions, having so many people involved it does start to fill up pages. And while we never get any real back story or history on a lot of the characters, you are provided with a clear representation of their personality and character that eliminates a need for a history to understand them.

Surprisingly with so many characters in play you do not get lost which I thought was amazing, but you do have more people to become potential suspects in whatever is going on which does your head in if you try and figure it out on your own. Of course everyone basically in this novel is suspicious, as well as guilty of many a thing, but whether they are guilty of what you think they are is where the mystery lies.

I will give credit to the author, I liked the reveal when it came, and I liked that after such a long wait the ending was ideal. I didn’t think that anything had been wrapped up quickly, all the pieces suddenly fell into place and started to make perfect sense, just when you didn’t think there could possibly be a reason and connection for everything. That part was rather impressive.

There is violence in this book, but while describing scenes of death and brutality I didn’t find myself revolted or turned off. I put this down to clever writing and the ability to tell a gruesome scene without having to go in explicit detail which can push it into the grotesque and unreadable. But yes, be warned there is a large amount of violence in the book, and swearing, but swearing goes with the setting of the novel, whereas the violence goes with the narrative.

One way around the amount of violence is the supernatural element, not an overbearing amount, but it is there and, like everything and everyone, it is connected as well. It was worrying in the beginning when the possibility was first brought up because I was unsure how it would fit within the established narrative, but as more information was revealed it turned out alright, and you begin to accept that this is just how it is, and you do not spend a lot of time focused on these supernatural elements. This could be because there are so many extreme moments and aspects of unrealism that the extra dose does not really make that much difference.

Two of my favourite quotes, both obscure and seem rather bizarre, but like the book there are plenty of sentences and aspects of dialogue that feel awkward but not enough to be a real concern.

He had been shot in the stomach at point blank range by a man toting a double barrel shotgun. It had hurt terribly, and the wound was still bleeding a little, but it would heal. His wounds always healed, although he had come to accept the fact that gunshots did tend to leave a mark.”

Audrey had no tolerance for mess, but today there was blood everywhere.”

It is these kinds of sentences that make this book charming amongst its faults, quirky lines that seem obvious and almost unworthy of comment, yet it is provided anyway. Some of the phrasing seems a bit awkward but over the course of the book you do not really notice it after awhile, the story gets you in, despite the ambiguity and prolonged revelations.

Finally, we must briefly mention the title and author. I loved that it was mysterious and when I finished the book I loved it even more. I will say no more about it.

Welcome to Santa Mondega, enjoy the ride.

News!

NewsSo much to discuss, so many announcements!

First of all let me do some shameless self promotion here and announce that the little blog Lost in a Good Book run by yours truly (with the help of Toby) has now got a Facebook page you can like, as well as a Twitter feed to follow (interestingly this will be posted on both so you already know these facts if you came from either of these sites). Both are very new as well so bear with me, but it is exciting all the same; now you can now get to us in all ways, shapes, and forms for you book reviews, book news, and rambling needs.

Secondly, next month is a very exciting time, there are some great author birthdays coming up, but I am also lucky enough to be participating in Kerry Letheby‘s blog tour for her book Mine To Avenge. On April 19 Kerry will be doing a guest post to talk a bit about herself, her new book, and anything else she has in mind. Of course if you cannot wait until then you can visit Kerry’s Facebook page to find out some more about her, the tour, and her book. The full details of that tour can be found here, it starts on April 15 and goes until the 26th. After my spot on the 19th she is being interviewed on my friend’s blog The Never Ending Bookshelf on April 23rd so be sure to keep track of the dates so you can catch her over there as well. There are lots of other great blogs participating in this and you can follow her tour as she blog hops around promoting her book. I have yet had the time to read it but I hear wonderful things and I assure you it will be read by the time Kerry reaches our little corner.

Third, April is also when Camp NaNoWriMo begins. If you haven’t heard of, or participated in NaNo before it is a brilliant experience that makes every November very creative and stressful. But Camp Nano is for those of you who have heard the call of novel writing outside the month of November. You can read all about it here, and then rush over and sign up for April.  There is another on in July if you want to have some time to build up your creative juices as well so do not feel panicked that you only have 5 days to prepare. I did my first NaNo in 2008, I loved it and have done it every year since. If you ever wanted to try this might be the time.

Fourthly, in my chaotic schedule I managed to miss the two month anniversary of my blog, it was on the 23rd. So belated congratulations to me! Reaching the first month seemed to take forever, and the second one just sneaks up on you. It’s been a great first couple of months, and I look forward to the next couple of months, and the next couple of months after that!

I think this is the last of the news, I’ll be back tomorrow with a review, have a wonderful evening and read something spectacular.

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