Diary Of A Children's Writer
Chat about the process of getting published, my life in general and the occasional piece of creative writing!
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Bye!
Sunday, 30 May 2010
Oh, what a night!
Saturday, 15 May 2010
Not long to go!
Thursday, 22 April 2010
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six...
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Just a quick note...
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Checkmate, Malorie Blackman
This isn't the case here.
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Patience...
Friday, 12 March 2010
Daughter of Fire and Ice, Marie-Louise Jensen
Jensen shows once again that she is a master at creating a realistic world that blends the familiar with the foreign.
The protagonist, Thora, is a well balanced character who manages to be good without being saccharine and who pulls the reader along with her on her journey as it twists and turns.
Forbidden love can often be frustrating and annoying for the reader but Jensen manages it so that the reader feels as though Thora and Bjorn will be together eventually, making the reader willing to wait for this outcome.
The antagonist, Ragna, is also well drawn as Jensen avoids making her into a cartoon villian, instead creating a character who is complicated and for whom the reader feels a small amount of sympathy for.
Overall, this is a novel that twists and turns, taking the reader to places that they don't expect and that had me wishing for more as I read the final words.
Sunday, 7 March 2010
To Autumn, John Keats.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! |
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; |
Conspiring with him how to load and bless |
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; |
To bend with apples the mossed cottage trees, |
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; |
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells |
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, |
And still more, later flowers for the bees, |
Until they think warm days will never cease, |
For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. |
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? |
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find |
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, |
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind, |
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, |
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook |
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers; |
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep |
Steady thy laden head across a brook; |
Or by a cider-press, with patient look, |
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. |
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? |
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, - |
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, |
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; |
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn |
Among the river sallows, borne aloft |
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; |
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; |
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft |
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; |
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. |
Sunday, 28 February 2010
Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
On the one hand, I found it very readable and each character was quickly formed for the reader, making it easy to follow. The pace is also very swift and the blend of the 'real' world and the fairy world is artfully dealt with by Colfer.
However, I also had some problems with it.
The main issue that I had was with Artemis himself. Generally with a protagonist, the reader is supposed to like and sympathise with them and want them to succeed with whatever their quest is. With Artemis, this isn't the case as he is so self-centred, calculating and cold. Colfer has obviously tried to make him sympathetic with the fact that his mother is clearly mentally ill but this has failed because of the way that Artemis deals with her.
The other problem that I had was the constant repetition in parts of the text - particularly in the scenes between Foaly and Root and their 'banter'.
However, despite these problems, I still enjoyed this novel and read it very quickly. I'm just not sure that I would read any of the others...