Thursday, January 5, 2017

Review: The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon

The Sun Is Also a Star Natasha: I’m a girl who believes in science and facts. Not fate. Not destiny. Or dreams that will never come true. I’m definitely not the kind of girl who meets a cute boy on a crowded New York City street and falls in love with him. Not when my family is twelve hours away from being deported to Jamaica. Falling in love with him won’t be my story.

Daniel: I’ve always been the good son, the good student, living up to my parents’ high expectations. Never the poet. Or the dreamer. But when I see her, I forget about all that. Something about Natasha makes me think that fate has something much more extraordinary in store—for both of us.

The Universe: Every moment in our lives has brought us to this single moment. A million futures lie before us. Which one will come true?


My Review: 5 Stars

I loved Nicola Yoon's Everything, Everything when I read it last year, so I was not surprised when I also loved this one.  It took me barely anytime at all to become invested in the characters, since I loved both of their voices and cared about them pretty much right away.  The dual POV with typically short chapters made the book feel like it flew by very quickly.  I had to know what would happen next, and I kept turning the pages to find out.
  
Natasha is a Jamaican girl who is being deported from America in a day.  I thought the deportation storyline was powerful, because Natasha was only 8 when her parents brought her over, and she didn't have any control over this, or choose to be in America illegally, and now America has become her home and she is being forced out of it because of a mistake that her dad made.  And her brother Peter was born in this country, but he actually is okay with leaving and going back to Jamaica.  Natasha is determined to stop the deportation.  I love how we got glimpses of her family, and how they didn't have a very good life always, and how the relationships between the parents and between Natasha and each parent had evolved over the years.

Daniel is a Korean American boy who is being pressured by his parents to become a doctor, even though it isn't really what he wants.  Daniel is a dreamer who writes poems and believes in true love.  He has a tough family life, with high expectations on him, and a brother who doesn't like him.  The relationship between him and his brother Charlie was slowly revealed throughout the story, and I liked getting glimpses into that.  I liked how we got to see bits of Korean culture, such as norebang (which is like a type of karaoke).

The meetings between Natasha and Daniel may have almost involved too many coincidences at times, but it was cute.  I liked their romance, though of course it progressed fast since the story took place over the span of one day.  I liked how Daniel was the one into the relationship, while Natasha was the one who was more skeptical about love.

If you like YA contemporary, read this book.

Katie 

Sunday, January 1, 2017

January Releases I'm Most Excited For

January 17th:
History is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera  - More Happy Than Not has cemented that I will read anything that Adam Silvera writes.  I expect this one will be amazing and quite possibly heartbreaking.

History Is All You Left Me

January 24th:
After the Fall by Kate Hart - This looks like an interesting read about consent.
Allegedly by Tiffany D. Jackson  - This sounds like it will be a really interesting read about a murder that the main character probably didn't actually commit.

After the FallAllegedly


Katie

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Blog Tour: When the Moon Was Ours Excerpt


When the Moon Was Ours 
Below is an excerpt of When the Moon Was Ours, which looks like an amazing and beautifully written book.



sea of clouds

As far as he knew, she had come from the water. But even about that, he couldn’t be sure.     
              
It didn’t matter how many nights they’d met on the untilled land between their houses; the last farm  didn’t rotate its crops, and stripped the soil until nothing but wild grasses would grow. It didn’t  matter how many stories he and Miel had told each other when they could not sleep, him passing on his mother’s fables of moon bears that aided lost travelers, Miel making up tales about his moon lamps falling in love with stars. Sam didn’t know any more than anyone else about where she’d come from before he found her in the brush field. She seemed to have been made of water one minute and the next, became a girl.

Someday, he and Miel would be nothing but a fairy tale. When they were gone from this town, no one would remember the exact brown of Miel’s eyes, or the way she spiced recado rojo with cloves, or even that Sam and his mother were Pakistani. At best, they would remember a dark-eyed girl, and a boy whose family had come from somewhere else. They would remember only that Miel and Sam had been called Honey and Moon, a girl and a boy woven into the folklore of this place.

This is the story that  mothers would tell their children:
There was once a very old water tower. Rust had turned its metal such a deep orange that the whole tank looked like a pumpkin, an enormous copy of the fruit that grew in the fields where it cast its shadow. No one tended this water tower anymore, not since a few strikes from a summer of lightning storms left it leaning to one side as though it were tired and slouching. Years ago, they had filled it from the river, but now rust and minerals choked the pipes. When they opened the valve at the base of the tower, nothing more than a few drops trickled out. The bolts and sheeting looked weak enough that one autumn windstorm might crumble the whole thing.

So the town decided that they would build a new water tower, and that the old one would come down. But the only way to drain it would be to tip it over like a cup. They would have to be ready for the  whole tower to crash to the ground, all that rusted metal, those thousands of gallons of dirty, rushing  water spilling out over the land.

For the fall, they chose the side of the tower where a field of brush was so dry, a single spark would catch and light it all. All that water, they thought, might bring a little green. From that field, they dug up wild flowers, chicory and Indian paintbrush and larkspur, replanting them alongside the road, so they would not be drowned or smashed. They feared that if they were not kind to the beautiful things that grew wild, their own farms would wither and die.

Children ran through the brush fields, chasing away squirrels and young deer so that when the water tower came down, they would not be crushed. Among these children was a boy called Moon because he was always painting lunar seas and shadows onto glass and paper and anything he could make glow. Moon knew to keep his steps and his voice gentle, so he would not startle the rabbits, but would stir them to bound back toward their burrows.

When the animals and the wild flowers  were gone from the brush field, the men of the town took their axes and hammers and mallets to the base of the water tower, until it fell like a tree. It arced toward the ground, its fall slow, as though it were leaning forward to touch its own shadow. When it hit, the rusted top broke off, and all that water rushed out.

For a minute the water, brown as a forgotten cup of tea, hid the brush that looked like pale wheat stubble. But when it slid and spread out over the field, flattening the brittle stalks, soaking into the dry ground, every one watching made out the shape of a small body.

A girl huddled in the wet brush, her hair stuck to her face, her eyes wide and round as amber marbles. She had on a thin nightgown, which must have once been white, now stained cream by the  water. But she covered herself with her arms, cowering like she was naked and looking at every one like they were all baring their teeth.

At first a few of the mothers shrieked, wondering whose child had been left in the water tower’s path. But then they realized that they did not know this girl. She was not their daughter, or the daughter of any of the mothers in town.

No one would come near her. The ring of those who had come to see the tower taken down widened a little more the longer they watched her. Each minute they put a little more space between her and them, more afraid of this small girl than of so much falling water and rusted metal. And she stared at them, seeming to meet all their eyes at once, her look both vicious and frightened.

 But the boy called Moon came forward and knelt in front of her. He took off his jacket and put it on her. Talked to her in a voice soft enough that no one  else could hear it.


Everyone drew back, expecting her to bite him or to slash her fingernails across his face. But she looked at him, and listened to him, his words stripping the feral look out of her eyes.

After that day, anyone who had not been at the water tower thought she was the same as any other child, little different from the boy she was always with. But if they looked closely, they could see the hem of her skirt, always a little damp, never quite drying no matter how much the sun warmed it.

This would be the story, a neat distillation of what had happened. It would weed out all the things that did not fit. It would not mention how Miel, soaking wet and smelling of rust, screamed into her hands with every one watching.  Because everyone was watching, and she wanted to soak into the ground like the spilled water and vanish. How Sam crouched in front of her saying, “Okay, okay,” keeping his words slow and level so she would know what he meant. You can stop screaming; I hear you, I understand. And because she believed him, that he heard her, and understood, she did stop.

It would leave out the part about the Bonner  sisters. The four of them, from eight-year-old Chloe to three-year-old Peyton, had been there to see the water tower come down, all of them lined up so their hair looked like a forest of autumn trees. Peyton had been holding a small gray pumpkin that, in that light, looked almost blue. She had it cradled in one arm, and with the other hand was petting it like a bird. When she’d taken a step toward Miel, clutching that pumpkin, Miel’s screaming turned raw and broken, and Peyton startled back to her sisters.

Once Sam knew about Miel’s fear of pumpkins, he understood, how Peyton treating it like it was alive made Miel afraid not only of Peyton but of all of them. But that part would never make it into the story.

This version would also strip away the part about Sam trying to take Miel home like she was a stray cat.

Katie

Saturday, October 1, 2016

October Releases I'm Most Excited For

October 4th:
Last Seen Leaving by Caleb Roehrig - This looks like a good mystery and thriller type book.
Wrecked by Maria Padian  - This looks like it will be a powerful book about rape culture on college campuses.

Last Seen LeavingWrecked

October 11th:
Beast by Brie Spangler - This looks like it will be an interesting retelling of Beauty and the Beast, which is a story that I love.

 Beast

October 25th:
A Darkly Beating Heart by Lindsay Smith - This looks like an interesting and unique story of time travel.

A Darkly Beating Heart

Katie