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Out of the Easy – Ruta Sepetys

out.of.the.easyPublisher’s Summary:
“It’s 1950, and as the French Quarter of New Orleans simmers with secrets, seventeen-year-old Josie Moraine is silently stirring a pot of her own. Known among locals as the daughter of a brothel prostitute, Josie wants more out of life than the Big Easy has to offer. She devises a plan get out, but a mysterious death in the Quarter leaves Josie tangled in an investigation that will challenge her allegiance to her mother, her conscience, and Willie Woodley, the brusque madam on Conti Street.

Josie is caught between the dream of an elite college and a clandestine underworld. New Orleans lures her in her quest for truth, dangling temptation at every turn, and escalating to the ultimate test.”

The pull of 1950′s New Orleans was too strong to resist, prompting me to add Out of the Easy to my must-be-read list after the summary was released. When the opportunity to read the novel in advance of its publication date presented itself, well, I’m not ashamed to own up to the speed with which I clicked on ‘request digital ARC.’ That was good on me, because I liked Out of the Easy a whole lot, and loved one Jesse Thierry even more than that.

I’ve encountered lousy mothers (and fathers) in YA literature before, but Josie’s mother takes the cake, a dubious honor that owes nothing to her chosen profession. Louise Moraine is abusive in every application of the word: her temper would snap and so would she, physically lashing out at Josie; she chose words that stung like a slap, accusing Josie time and again of ruining her life and the body Louise used to make her money; and she preyed on her daughter’s wilting trust, using observed knowledge of Josie’s habits to strip her of hope. But where Louise failed Josie, others stepped in to fill the void. These various relationships and the hand these unlikely people extended towards Josie helped her become the smart, practical and determined individual she was, and offered a reasonable and realistic balance to her mother. Rather than a character so downtrodden by her life’s experience she became unbearable to be around, Josie was someone to admire for her self-reliant spirit and backbone. Like any dynamic character, she made mistakes and questionable decisions, and experienced moments of doubt and weakness; all of that made me like her that much more.

On the whole, Sepetys created a cast of interesting, flawed individuals, and I liked several alongside Josie, but none hooked me so much as Jesse Thierry, who caught my attention from his introduction and held it wholly for the rest of the novel. His appeal was strong and vibrant, overcoming the limited time the reader spends in his company. More on that after this brief snippet, taken from my uncorrected eGalley.

“Okay, tired girl, let me tell you a secret.”

I didn’t need any more secrets. I had enough of my own. I looked up at Jesse.

“Uh-huh. There you are, all tired, standin’ in your boyfriend’s clothes, but here’s the secret.” Jesse moved in close. “You like me.”

“What?” I moved my face from his, trying to restrain what felt like a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. My body seemed to react involuntarily around Jesse. It made me nervous.

“Yep, when you were in trouble, you went running, but not for your boyfriend. You came runnin’ for me.” Jesse backed away slowly, smiling. “You like me, Josie Moraine. You just don’t know it yet.”

Jesse was right; Josie didn’t know it yet. So he gave her time to figure it out, no pressure applied or condition leveled. Don’t mistake me; his interest was always clear, even if Josie was initially blind to it. Quietly present for Josie in a way that defied her expectations of boys and men, he won me over hugely. Like, I’d read an entire novel about him building the Merc he mentions working on in this book and just talking. Oh, and before I move reluctantly on, though I suppose this could verge on spoiler territory…If you’re worried that there’s a love triangle, there’s really not. In spite of Jesse’s boyfriend comment.

My expectation was that the city of New Orleans – the landscape, the heat, the physical and figurative atmosphere – would be a larger than life character in the novel, and while it played a sizable role, it wasn’t what I expected. More is made of the distinction between rich, “Uptown” folks and those who lived in or around the Quarter, enmeshed in crime or in the shadow of the mob. In that way, the setting informed the plot, as Josie is trying to distance herself from one world to enter the other.

There’s so much to be said about this book that it feels like I’ve only scraped the surface, but the thing is, a lot of the threads, interesting as they were, took a backseat to Josie’s efforts to carve out her own identity, independent of her mother and the legacy the woman left her, and make a better life for herself. For readers who like character-driven stories about strong but still vulnerable heroines, there’s not a lot more you can ask of a novel than that.

Recent Acquisitions

acquisitionsAfter spying Anderson’s Tiger Lily on a library cart, I plucked it off the shelf and read through the first few pages. If not for the fact that I was deep in last year’s reading drought at the time, and knew the likelihood of finishing it was slim, I would have brought it home with me that day. Since then I’ve gone back and forth, wondering if I should borrow or buy it. Obviously a decision was made, and the assist goes to Angie, whose review made holding out any longer an impossibility.

And while it’s a bit premature to plan for Carl‘s RIP challenge, I have to admit the thought of waiting till then to read Steve Rasnic Tem’s Deadfall Hotel ran through my mind. I saw the cover, made the obvious Edward Gorey comparison, and owning it wasn’t a question. As it happens, the story sounds interesting, and the bit I test read gives me hope that the whole of it will be enjoyable.

What books have you recently purchased?

The Lazarus Machine – Paul Crilley

lazarusmachinePublisher’s Summary:
“An alternate 1895… . A world where Charles Babbage and Ada Lovelace perfected the Difference Engine. Where steam and Tesla-powered computers are everywhere. Where automatons powered by human souls venture out into the sprawling London streets. Where the Ministry, a secretive government agency, seeks to control everything in the name of the Queen.

It is in this claustrophobic, paranoid city that seventeen-year-old Sebastian Tweed and his conman father struggle to eke out a living. But all is not well. …

A murderous, masked gang has moved into London, spreading terror through the criminal ranks as it takes over the underworld. As the gang carves up more and more of the city, a single name comes to be uttered in fearful whispers. Professor Moriarty.

When Tweed’s father is kidnapped by Moriarty, Tweed is forced to team up with information broker Octavia Nightingale to track him down. But he soon realizes that his father’s disappearance is just a tiny piece of a political conspiracy that could destroy the British Empire and plunge the world into a horrific war.”

I could cast about for a proper introduction to this review, but why bother when what I really want to say is simple and straight to the point: I liked The Lazarus Machine a whole hell of a lot. That out of the way, I can move directly to the reasons why, and a good starting point is with the supremely likable detective team of Sebastian Tweed and Octavia Nightingale.

When you take two characters, strong and interesting in their own right, and put them together, well…I don’t know about you, but I want chemistry that sparks and burns (romantically or platonically); I want balance, an equality built on a foundation of mutual respect and earned trust; and that (and then some) is what I got from Tweed and Octavia’s fledgling partnership. Both Tweed and Octavia brought unique traits and qualifications to the table, including stubbornness, a fraying thread of arrogance and opposite life experiences, and their initial wariness of one another was…delightful. Sharp minded and sharp tongued, Tweed and Octavia challenged each other from the moment they met; preconceptions, opinions and plots were examined, weighed, and occasionally scorned, but it was never a question of one or the other not being up to the task. The bond between them built slowly, and was realistic because it was tested, proven under quiet and explosive conditions. Folks, I adored these two. And their banter easily ranks high among my favorite things about the novel.

Take this (long) example, when Tweed and Octavia are standing in front of a clock tower that’s been erected in front of Big Ben:

“Sorry, but I kind of like it,” he said. Then he frowned. “Why am I apologizing? I like the bloody thing. I think it’s going to be magnificent.”

“That’s because you have no taste,” said Octavia. “Or style. It’s not your fault. It’s what comes from being raised in an all-male household.”

“I resent that,” snapped Tweed. “I have lots of taste. And I’m incredibly stylish. This coat is a collector’s piece, you know.”

“Yes,” said Octavia, “you can tell. It belongs in a museum.”

Tweed straightened up and pulled his jacket tight across his chest. “You, madam, are a…a buffoon!”

That didn’t have quite the effect Tweed wanted. Octavia burst out laughing. “A buffoon, you say?”

Tweed turned haughtily away. “That’s right.”

Octavia grabbed him by the shoulder. “Wait, don’t walk off. What about a scallywag? Am I a scallywag as well?”

Tweed pursed his lips. “Right now? Yes. You are.”

“What about…What about a dollymop?”

Tweed frowned. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

She sniggered. “A strumpet?”

Tweed sighed. “No.”

“A flap dragon?”

“N–What does that even mean? You just made that up!”

As smart and mature as they are, they’re still teenagers; they have their moments, like the round of name-calling above, and I liked that aspect of the story and their character. I liked that they were prone to being irreverent and silly on occasion, and could find moments of amusement in the midst of a situation that was bigger than both of them individually, but together didn’t seem quite so harrying.

Populated with many secondary and minor characters, the most notable of them are Jenny and Carter, a married couple and friends of Tweed’s father, who are bright lights of personality and charm, and serve as a possible conclusion for what Tweed and Octavia could be and have if they choose to pursue a romantic connection. There’s also a young hacker, for lack of a better word, who has a biting, no nonsense attitude that, I gotta admit, is pretty awesome. I hope there’s more of her in the next Tweed & Nightingale Adventure.

Regarding the story (read: plot) itself, I found it to be clever and imaginative, and there were twists and turns a-plenty, including a huge one nearing the end that may challenge some readers’ ability to suspend disbelief, but worked for me because I was invested entirely. The writing was descriptive and visual; the pace determined if not quick. In short, no sooner had I finished The Lazarus Machine that I wanted their next case written and delivered into my hands.

Books & Music: Covers Collide

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The cover on Bennett Madison’s forthcoming September Girls is spectacular, and when I first saw it, familar. I knew immediately and exactly where I’d previously seen the image: On the cover of Parade of Lights’ Born To Live, Born To Love EP (as seen on iTunes). I love the upbeat and infectious “Talk to You” off that EP, listened to the song constantly for days after its discovery, and now I’m very much looking forward to reading the book it shares a similar cover with.

Publisher’s summary for September Girls (due out May 21st):

“When Sam’s dad whisks him and his brother off to a remote beach town for the summer, he’s all for it– at first. Sam soon realizes, though, that this place is anything but ordinary. Time seems to slow down around here, and everywhere he looks, there are beautiful blond girls. Girls who seem inexplicably drawn to him.

Then Sam meets DeeDee, one of the Girls, and she’s different from the others. Just as he starts to fall for her, she pulls away, leaving him more confused than ever. He knows that if he’s going to get her back, he’ll have to uncover the secret of this beach and the girls who live here”

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If I Stay – Gayle Forman

if.i.stayPublisher’s Summary:
“In a single moment, everything changes. 17-year-old Mia has no memory of the accident; she can only recall riding along the snow-wet Oregon road with her family. Then, in a blink, she finds herself watching as her own damaged body is taken from the wreck…”

Swayed by several tempting reviews and at my best friend’s persistent urging, I picked up a copy of Gayle Forman’s If I Stay with high expectations that were mostly met.

Perhaps what I enjoyed most about this novel was the tight-knit family at the heart of it. Setting aside the fact that Mia loses them for the moment, I cannot easily call to mind another YA title in which both parents are a constant, positive presence in the protagonist’s life. That for seventeen years Mia’s parents were involved in her life and choices; that they supported and challenged her was refreshing. The same can be said of Mia’s appreciation of them. Speaking in terms of relatablity that type of parent-child relationship is a closer representation of my childhood, and seems to be one not often found in YA lit. Mia’s understated grief struck me all the harder because of that closeness, and made her choice seem an impossible one; I cannot begin to imagine the strength it took to make it. For that reason and several more, I was invested in Mia and her story, and that overcame any reservation I might have had regarding other aspects of the novel.

I’m somewhat hesitant to pick up the sequel, because as Angie mentioned in her review of this title the ending is quietly affecting, so well-done as to be pretty much perfect. And as much as I liked Adam, I never truly felt the need for more of him in If I Stay. I wanted Mia playing her cello, remembering the nights she spent reading her little brother Teddy another chapter from Harry Potter, or listening to her parents talk about their rebel-rousing pasts and fashion sense. I will pick up Where She Went someday and remain happy to have read this one until then.

“I’ve had disappointments and I’ve been lonely and frustrated and angry and all that crappy stuff everyone feels. But in terms of heartbreak, I’ve been spared. I’ve never toughened up enough to handle what I’d have to handle if I were to stay.”

The Immediate Queue

One of my reading goals for the year is to not be so overcome by choices that I opt for nothing. That means keeping my TBR pile, library reserve queue, and titles requested from NetGalley to a minimum. It also means ignoring the majority of unread books on my shelves until I’m struck by the explicit need to read one in particular. My immediate queue will consist of no more than five to ten books at any given time, and will include titles I have to read for work. This queue currently consists of:

queue1The Water Witch is a digital ARC; The Tragedy Paper and The Marriage Bargain are from the library.
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Dualed and The Last Camellia are digital ARCs; Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder, being read now for my next Readers’ Advisory Round Table meeting, is from the library. A 50/50 mix.

A couple of additional titles may show up at the library – more work reading – but I’m going to do my best not to sweat it, and hope the roll I’m on continues unabated.

Everyday I’m…Kindling?

Kindlin'My mother gifted me with a first generation Kindle shortly after it was released and it served me well, but it seemed like the right time to upgrade, so I did. I’m enamored with the Kindle Fire HD you see in the picture, but the relationship is new, and I’m sure the feelings will settle into something comfortable and sweet in the coming months.

This new piece of delightful technology has not done much to impact the number of print books I’ve read, and it won’t, but with most galleys being released in ebook form it will come in handy. Which leads me to my next point: I wasted no time hooking up with NetGalley, and you see the results.

Looks like I’ll soon be reading Dualed by Elsie Chapman and Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys. [Note: I'm so close to the halfway mark in Out of the Easy that it'll be in the done-and-done bag before the end of the day.]

Mind Over Murder – Allison Kingsley

mind.over.murderPublisher’s Summary:
“Cousins and best friends, Clara and Stephanie Quinn run The Raven’s Nest Bookstore, where people go to find their most coveted reads. But they have no idea it’s the psychically-gifted Clara who’s reading them…

The bookstore has made an enemy of the town crier, Ana Jordon, who claims that the store’s occult collection is “poisoning” the town’s youth. Meanwhile, the store’s number-one employee, Molly, has made no secret of her anger over Ana’s antics. So when Ana is found dead, killed by the bust of Edgar Allen Poe* sculpted by Molly, the evidence is stacked against her. And Clara must rely on her gift to make sense of this senseless murder…”

As far as this reader is concerned, cozy mysteries live up to their moniker. With their typical settings being quaint, small towns, and/or their sleuths often wandering behind a bakery or coffee/tea shop counter, down the aisle of a bookstore or library, these books have a warm, comforting aura about them that is undiminished by the crime committed within the pages. It’s a subgenre I enjoy immensely and read widely within, especially when I’m in the mood for or in need of something light and, well, cozy. I’m not picky; the only thing I ask of these novels is that the sleuth be engaging. When that isn’t the case, it’s that much harder (if not impossible) to accept or forgive the character’s penchant for irrational behavior. (And if you’ve never read one of these, trust me, cozy mystery characters seem to have been born with irrational and illogical grafted to their DNA.) As for Clara Quinn, she fell shy of the mark.

One of Clara’s defining characteristics is her stubborn refusal to use or rely on what she and her cousin call the “Quinn Sense,” but there’s one problem here: Beyond knowing it’s paranormal in origin and passed down through the family, this “Quinn Sense” was never fully articulated. More than willing to suspend belief, I couldn’t appreciate this otherworldly aspect of Clara’s character or understand why it was necessary to the plot, because she 1) shut down the “voices” she heard 98% of the time, and 2) questioned whether or not those voices were her ability making itself known or if it was her own instincts manifesting in a brief inner monologue. I think these voices were supposed to alert her to lies being told? I think they were supposed to warn her of impending danger? I think part of it was an ability to interpret dreams? But I know the many references to the “Quinn Sense” became tedious quickly.

Aside from that, I couldn’t get a handle on her personality, which may be chalked up to the fact that she was so often influenced or overruled by secondary characters that she became an extension of them rather than her own person. She didn’t want the Quinn Sense and refused to use it, but one puppy-dog look or wheedling plea from her cousin, Stephanie, and there goes Clara, agreeing to use it. Clara didn’t want to engage in any number of asinine – not to mention dangerous – schemes, but she did because Stephanie pressured her into carrying them out using nostalgia, guilt, or both. And that’s not touching on how she treated the man I assume will become her love interest or her relationship with her mother (whom I have to admit to disliking, an unfortunate trend that extended to almost every character introduced in this first book).

Characters aside, I likewise wasn’t engaged by the plot or the writing, which goes to show that this particular cozy just wasn’t for me.

*This was directly copied from the back of the book, which shoves the blame for spelling Poe’s name incorrectly right off my shoulders.