Review: Lair of the Lion

Lair of the Lion by Christine Feehan

My rating: 3 of 5 stars



My very first romance book. Most of my education has been from books and I didn't feel it could be complete without at least one book from each genre. I saw a coworker of mine reading this and decided it was time. I really want to give this book two and a half stars (feature please, Goodreads?), but since I can't I did feel it deserved better than two.

This book apparently falls into the classification of "paranormal romance," a genre I didn't know existed until now. I'm thinking of blaming Twilight. This shouldn't be such a jump, however, because in the pre-Potter days classic fantasy often had lots of gratuitous sex - you only have to glance at the old Conan book covers to remember that. I enjoy Harry Potter, but it's popularity transported us back to a time when the fantasy/sc-fi genre was the simple kid stuff of "Lost in Space" or "Land of the Giants." But I digress...

I've come to the conclusion that I loved the fantasy part of the book, but not so much the romance part. I did a lot of skiming during parts of this book. Pornography has never really interested me all that much. I love art, and if there are naked bodies in photography or paintings that's fine - they're beautiful and artistic. I also appreciate the irony of sex and humour I can enjoy, too (I'm thinking Shel Silverstein's Playboy cartoons). Other than that, it's time to skim.

However, under all that - or rather, in between it - I found a really good story with well developed characters. It started to become popular a few years back to take classic fairy tales and cultivate the plot and the rather simple persons that inhabit it, turning stories like Rumplestiltskin ([b:Spinners|499485|Spinners|Donna Jo Napoli|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175275474s/499485.jpg|784720]) or Cinderella ([b:Just Ella|1536818|Just Ella|Margaret Peterson Haddix|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1184879830s/1536818.jpg|2979854]) into adult or young adult books. I adore this. This book is Beauty and the Beast, one of my favorite tales (and no get that dirty thought out of your head right now...there's nothing in there like THAT). The story may be missing a Lumiere, but there is a castle full of intrigue, deception, a dark prince, a family curse, a headstrong woman, and beasts that prowl the nights - some of them human.

I would like a more varied vocabulary; it got a little repetitive. I wanted to switch some of the sex scenes for more epic fight scenes, but I do realize that this book was written for women in the end and there was enough to keep me interested from start to finish. After all Miss, this is France - well, no actually in the book it's Spain...whatever.



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Review: Piratica: Being a Daring Tale of a Singular Girl's Adventure Upon the High Seas

Piratica: Being a Daring Tale of a Singular Girl's Adventure Upon the High Seas by Tanith Lee

My rating: 4 of 5 stars



Piratica - a pirate tale, a slightly fantastical voyage, a mystery, another great adventure from author [a:Tanith Lee|8694|Tanith Lee|http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1218895130p2/8694.jpg]. To say more than this would be revealing some of the plot twists and mystery, and would therefore be a total spoiler.

I should explain at the beginning of this review that I am a confirmed fan of the Tanith Lee and probably wouldn't have read this book if she was not the author. The book is less of a fantasy than some of her other books - there are no unicorns or goddesses - yet it takes place in a parallel world, where England is a republic in 1802 (or Seventeen-Twelvety, by their reckoning). We are thrust into this world where pirates drink coffee and the playwright Shakespur is adored.

Lee has always treaded the fine line between adult and young-adult fiction. This novel leans towards the children's book side, but still holds plenty of mystery for the rest of us. The author never dumbs down her work...and let's face it, we're never too old for pirates. A strong heroine and well developed characters, including a dog and a parrot, lead us through a truly unique pirate story.



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Review: Little Bee

Little Bee by Chris Cleave

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



The book cover to Little Bee says that this is a special story and that one shouldn’t talk too much about what happens in it or the tale will be spoilt. This is true. But I will tell you one thing about the book: Little Bee is a story about death. Make no mistake about that.

Thirty-one pages of celebrity goings-on about town, and one page of news from the world which existed beyond London’s orbital motorway—the paper offered it up as a sort of memento mori.

This memento mori novel is couched in the guise of a tale about immigration, British politics, and human weaknesses.

Tea is the taste of my land: it is bitter and warm, strong, and sharp with memory. It tastes of longing. It tastes of the distance between where you are and where you come from. Also it vanishes—the taste of it vanishes from your tongue while your lips are still hot from the cup. It disappears, like plantations stretching up into the mist. I have heard that your country drinks more tea than any other. How sad that must make you—like children who long for absent mothers. I am sorry.

But the real story behind all that is about the most human weakness of all—death. Emotional death, mental death, and physical death…all one.

Still shaking, in the pew, I understood that it isn’t the dead we cry for. We cry for ourselves…

It is also about moving on from that death, and finding out if that is the best action to take, or even if it is possible anymore.

I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.

And if at times the author, being a man, writes his women characters as too reactive, simple, without carefully but quickly running all options through their heads (in other words, mannish), we can of course forgive him since he has brought forth a wondrous story with awefilled thoughts, and a wonderful sense of humor that will not be quenched, even after the hardest hardships.

“Darlin,” she said. “Life did take its gifts back from yu and me in de diffren order, dat’s all. Truth to tell, funny is all me got lef wid…”

This book is not for everyone. It forces you to look deep into the eyes of death and into your own eyes, and to see what the difference is between them. It is a book to be read carefully and slowly, perhaps many times, with honesty. Can humanity prevail over death? This shining jewel of a tale confronts us with the facts and leaves us to decide our answer and what we will do with it.

“It’s easier when you are from outside.”

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