Things I love about The Raven Boys

I have to be honest: I’m a Maggie fan. I adore her writing voice and her ability to weave a story, not just tell it.

My first encounter was Shiver, which I liked a lot.  Then Linger, which I loved.  Then Forever, which I really loved.  Then Lament, which I liked a lot.  Then Ballad, which I loved.  Then The Scorpio Races, which I really LOVED a lot, and now, there is The Raven Boys.

Any of these I would recommend…as well as her blog…as well as her grocery list.

I think you get my point.

I’m finding that the things I love in her books (and other authors I admire) are repetitive, the way I like different artists from a genre of music for the same reasons.  So, though this is specifically about The Raven Boys, the writing aspects of the things I love apply to all of her books.

Poetic prose with adventure-packed plot—I was used to Stiefvater’s rolling, watery awesomeness with words and writing structure from previous books, but what surprised me was how well that combined with physical action in scenes.  I rode the wave of discovery with the characters and felt it even more as insightful, yet subtle, character-revealing writing combined with physical blows and fast cars.  It created a complete, complex reading experience and was so cleverly done that I didn’t know I was in the process of understanding the character.  All I knew was that I understood him or her once the moment was over. I hope that makes sense. Speaking of characters…

Characterization—There are multiple characters in the forefront of this story—one girl, Blue, and four boys: Gansey, Noah, Ronan, and Adam.  Each one is 3 dimensional, and, in true Stiefvater fashion, unique with individual motivations and traits and needs and priorities and surprises with nooks and crannies that beg to be dwelled upon after the book is over.

The End—The Raven Boys has an ending that somehow still felt complete, even though it’s going to be a series.  When I got to the end, I felt equally satisfied and intrigued, happy to know that all the characters will be safe for the next year or so as I wait for the sequel and interested enough to know that I will reread this book and devour its sequel when the time comes.  As a reader, this is how I like my series books, especially if I have to wait a year or more for the next one.  Concerning The Raven Boys, I will be appropriately tortured for the time in between books.

The Mythology—Stiefvater tends to shy away from trendy mythology as foundations to her books.  Even when she chose well-known myths, such as faeries and werewolves, she turned them on their heads.  Her faeries were merciless and homicidal.  Her werewolves were literal wolves (yes, wholly wild animals), changing by seasons rather than moon cycles.  Less known mythologies were the man-eating water horses and, now, a dormant Welsh king waiting to be woken.    She walks a different line, not necessarily rejecting well-known mythology, but definitely making sure that the story is not defined by the general public’s assumed limitations of it.  When Stiefvater chooses a less known mythology, though, I feel she shines. The Scorpio Races and The Raven Boys are my favorites of her books to date. I wonder, though, if my fondness for them is because I didn’t have to break apart any preconceived notions of the myths, as I was not familiar with the mythological basis of these two books, and could focus solely on the story through the first reading.

Things I Loved about Blood Magic

1)The magic itself—Tessa Gratton’s magic was dirty, chaotic.  It demanded sacrifice and pain.  There was nothing “pretty” about it.  If the character(s) wanted to have something out-of-this-natural-world done, it wasn’t going to be accomplished with a magic wand and sparkles.  It was done with blood and herbs and, occasionally, death.  This created a stark line between the magical world and the mundane world.  Its darkness made the reader see that magic in this world as abnormal and scary and all-consuming if the characters let it be.   Super metaphorical.  I reveled in it.

2)Characterization—I loved the tragic backstories of these characters.  I loved the macho/nerdiness of Reese.  (I might be biased because I married someone macho/nerdy.)  I loved Silla’s strength and willingness to do whatever it took, no matter how it would affect her personally.  I loved Nick’s perseverance and care.  I loved the way Gratton handled Lilith.  The characters were people who the reader might have met already—with a Magical Crazy going after them.

3)The Story—The actual read was pleasant.  The story had a unique plot.  It never dragged or felt tiresome.  The conflict was dire, and the resolution was fitting and creative.  I enjoyed it.  I didn’t devour it, but I like that I wanted to take my time to understand and wade in the pretty language the author used. When I did put it down, though, it crept into my thoughts, and that constitutes a good book to me.

4)The Journal—The use of the journal entries as part of the story drew me in completely.  Should I have moral issues for saying I really enjoyed a villainous character?  Well, I did.  Enjoy the character, that is.  I’ll worry about what that says about me later.

“Sit Down and Write”

“Whether you are twenty-five or fifty-five, a full-time best-selling author or a frazzled writer on the side, there’s apparently only way to be a successful writer:

Sit down and write”

–Judy Christie

 

This is an excerpt from the follow article I read a few days ago:

http://www.writersdigest.com/online-editor/the-no-1-tip-of-successful-writers?et_mid=580388&rid=233860978

 

I’m taking a moment out of the work day to share it with you.  I’m sure my employers would just love to know that.  Shh!

I hope your day is as good as the weather down South, which is great, by the way– a perfect 78 degrees, breezy, and sunny.

 

Vacation Milestone

Husband and I took a short vacation to the beach.  It was WONDERFUL!  I’ll tell you a secret…

The weekend after Labor Day is a really great time to go to commercial beaches.  There are so few people there, you could pretend the water is your front yard!

*I keep having to stop myself from using all caps on certain words.  Ever since I did it with “wonderful” up there, my fingers want to continue with other words I would normally emphasize in speech , like “great” and “your”.  STOP IT, Hands!*

I have a book idea in mind that is set in a beach community with a tourist season–commercial, but in an “I want to experience living on the water and then eat in a fancy restaurant” kinda way rather than a “I want to shop in an outlet and swim in the hotel pool with a view of the beach” type of touristy way.  Or maybe a mixture of both.  I’m not sure yet.  Anyway, the trip helped get a grip on the atmosphere I want to create.  I do think it will be my next project.

This was our last vacation with just the two of us.  We kept talking about what we would do when Clay gets here, what fun we would have, how while I sleep a bit later, Husband can take him to the early breakfast restaurant his dad (and Clay’s namesake) took him to when he was alive.  It was like a partial scouting trip for future adventures; the other part was nothing but relaxation and connecting with Husband even more.  The Baby is coming in 8 weeks, so every hour or so he would ask me if I was okay–sooner if I got a funny look on my face or if I dazed out in thought or exhaustion.  It was wonderful–I’m in such a peaceful place (she says as she scurries to make a phone call she forgot to make earlier in the day).

When we got home at 3:30pm, I began cleaning: laundry, sheets, vacuuming, baby’s room, unpacking, master bedroom, etc.  At midnight, I made myself get in the shower and prepare for work the next day.  Husband was preparing for his Western Civ class into the wee hours of night, so I just kept going on auto pilot until my feet told me, “NO MORE!”.  Is this nesting or nerves?  I don’t know.  Either way, I hope it happens again.  I could use a couple more days of it to get my house in tip-top shape before I get immobile. I am massive now, or at least I feel that way.

Now, I will stop procrastinating on writing Thank You cards and get to work.  Blah.

Also, I will leave you with this.  I hope you think it’s cute instead of creepy.  I think he looks like he is smiling…

 

Surprised. Inspired.

Long ago, I purchased a book on Kindle that was on sale for 99 cents.  I have to admit, I was skeptical.  Very, skeptical.  I mean, how can you suspend reality to the point where you can imagine a world without love? But since I am such a sucker for a sale, I bought it anyway.  And then it sat there on my Kindle for months.  My writing has been at a standstill lately as I have had some medical issues with Baby, so all I can do really is think.  Moving is too strenuous.  I finished Mockingjay, which was my favorite of the three Hunger Games Trilogy books, and I really was digging the dystopian genre.  monetarily poor and in need of something to read, I pulled out my Kindle and pressed GO on DeliriumWhen I was through with it, I pressed GO on the sample for Pandemonium, and when I was through with that, I went in search for the third book, which I found out is not coming out until March 2013.  I pouted to Husband.  I’m glad I didn’t know before hand, though.  I probably wouldn’t have read it until the third book was accessible, because that’s how I roll, and I would have missed out on these two books at a time when I really needed a pick-me-up.  Here are a few reasons why I like these books and the literary prowess of Lauren Oliver:

1)  The writing is gorgeous.  There were times when I would get to an analogy about something as simple as entering a room and would be blown away be the originality and exactness of the description.  I literally would just put down the Kindle and wallow in the analogy for a while before continuing on.

2)  Though the idea of a loveless world was far-fetched to me, I realized as I read that it was not necessarily the removal of love, but of strong emotions, such as passion, that’s removed.  (Though, I will say that some of the characters exhibit rage and large amounts of joy in persecuting others which, to me, are strong emotions, so maybe I have some more thinking to do on this analysis.)  In spite of this, the world engaged me.  Suspending my belief was not as big of an issue as I originally thought because…

3)  The characters were so believable.  Each action and reaction were character driven rather than plot driven.  You BELIEVED the change in the main character.  The situations may be super different from ones we as readers can relate to, but the reactions were true to human kind and, more specifically, to the personalities of the characters.  So much so, when you get to the end, though you are crying your eyes out (You are not human if you don’t cry at the end of the first book.  Or, maybe, you are not pregnant. Hmm.), you think, “Of course, he did that.  I know why I’m sad, but why am I surprised?”

4)  The relationship is believable.  Lena and Alex’s relationship (Delirium) and Lena and Julian’s relationship (Pandemonium) are born out of circumstance and time, rather than the unexplainable “lust at first sight within a millisecond of spying relationship counterpart” scenario. Pet peeve.  This works rarely, in my opinion.  I get initial attraction, believe me.  I noticed Husband’s sexy, mountain-man appearance before I loved his rapier wit, perseverance, and steadfastness.  It’s when an author doesn’t show that the character is worthy of the other’s unconditional love and dedication after the “Wow, he’s cute!” moment that I feel I’ve wasted my time.  Thanks for the time well spent, Ms. Oliver.

5)  In Delirium, the reader makes lots of black and white decisions.  Removing the disease is right or wrong.  The Invalids are good or bad.  The government is righteous or corrupt.  I love that Oliver solidifies these things in book 1, and then in book 2, tears these “facts” apart, revealing where black and white mix together to producing.  And isn’t that life?  Once we say, “Taco Bell has the best Mexican pizza!”,  we end up on the toilet with food poisoning, wondering if eating it was the right thing to do.  Life has a way of making you constantly guess if you have made the right choice, formed the right opinion.  It makes you continuously reevaluate yourself.  It makes you become better and better, even though it hurts.  I bet that if a diamond could talk, it would tell us how painful it was for someone to scrape away the rough, but it sure does like being so shiny.

I look forward to seeing how Oliver will resolve the issue at the end of book 2 and how Lena’s character is developed by the end of the trilogy.

To Husband:

Happy anniversary, my Hunka Burning Love!  I wouldn’t change a second of the past 7 years with you.  And if I had to choose between life with you or never being able to thrift store shop again, I would walk away from GoodWill…to the Incredible Hulk TV show theme music (aka saddest music in the WORLD) but walk away I would.  I love you that much!

July 30, 2005

Reassignments and Birthdays

Originally, I thought this Blog would be about strictly writing and/or how writing effects life.  Now, I’m realizing that the purpose of this blog has expanded.  I realize that life affects writing more so than writing affects life.  I don’t want to neglect the writing process or experience at all, nor will I as I discover new aspects and tricks of the trade; however, the question remains: how can one write about life if one is not living it?  So, maybe I created this Blog for writing–yes–but living is a huge part of that, so I see no reason not to document these experiences as well.  Which I have already begun to do…But now, I do it consciously.  Also, the name of the Blog extends nicely to the addition, so maybe it was meant to be all along.  I think it’s really neat to acknowledge growth as it happens, even if it is within ourselves.  I hope y’all don’t mind.  Maybe I’ll tag these types of post something like, oh I don’t know, “Life” so if you don’t want to read them, you can skip them.

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My birthday was at the end of July, and I had very low-key, sweet mini-celebrations which, I’ve come to learn, is the best way for me to celebrate my birthday–or any occasion for that matter.  I like being able to visit with groups of friends and family on different gatherings rather than rushing from one group to another at one large gathering.

So, Husband organized a gathering of some friends, he, and me to go to my favorite Irish Pub for dinner (mine food looked like this:)

And we had cookie brownies at our house after.  Great night!

The next weekend, I had a surprise dinner with my Mom and Dad.  My parents have 7 kids at their home, so to get just them for a few hours is a present within itself.

Dad cooked some amazing smoked chicken, okra, and rice and gravy.  I only have a picture of the chicken, though.

And mom made my all-time favorite sushi.  The kind I grew up on.

I love this picture because you can see her hands making it in the top right corner.  Completely unplanned but adored.

It’s so easy to convince yourself that you are under-appreciated, unloved, unspoken for.  Thanks to all my loved ones who took the time to tell me differently.

Living This Pregnancy

My writing partner had a baby!  Congratulations to Amy and Harry and her new addition, Harrison! He is absolutely beautiful, as we all knew he would be.  I had high expectations, when I found out I was pregnant, for my productivity level, and now I’ve discovered that I have fallen behind, which at first discovery made me sad.  But then, I realized…I absolutely LOVE being pregnant.  I love the look in Husband’s eyes when he sees/feels the baby move.  I love the conversations Husband and I have.  I love the conversations Baby Clay and I have when no one is around.  I love petting my belly as if he could feel it.  I love the way others get excited for our situation.  I love the preparations, though tiring, that we are making to our tiny, old house in anticipation.  I love the way I don’t care about petty things and how I don’t want material things.  I love transitioning into this new level of adulthood.  Yes, there are important things on the back burner currently, and I look forward to the day that I reposition them to the front.  But right now, I am LIVING this pregnancy.  And I don’t feel bad about that.  Who knows if I’ll get another chance?

And now… a photo montage:

Snuggly Pups

Love Him So

Stow Away in Front Door Wreath

Puppy Love

Apprentice

Preparations (No More Carpet/Hidden Surprise!)

At 20 Week Ultrasound (It’s a Boy!)

26 Weeks and Counting…

Write On Con and Other Things

Last year I found a very inspirational and beneficial online writing conference while I was searching for an in-person writing conference.  I was planning on attending a writing conference this year, but priorities and goals altered a bit since baby making is now in process.

By the way,  our baby is a BOY and his name is Clay.

In 13-ish weeks, Baby Clay will be outside of my belly and motherhood will commence.  I’m very happy/scared witless about this.  I tell myself that it’s a good thing that I’m scared, that I wouldn’t be a good mom if I didn’t care enough about my child to be apprehensive.  I don’t know if this is true, but it’s currently how I get by.  I’ve read lots of books and advice online, and I am sure that instinct will take over.  Oh! And Husband and I have raised two dogs, so surely, combining these things will prepare me for…you know…not harming him.  Here’s the deal:  There will soon be this tiny, innocent, precious life whose survival will depend on me.  That’s a lot to take in.  And I love him so already, and if anything/one were to hurt him, most particularly if I were to hurt him, I would be beyond devastated.  Woah, that got heavy.  Let’s move on.

The conference is free and all you have to do is sit down at your computer and take in all the knowledge.  Professionals from all over contribute, and I learned a lot about writing and the industry, as this time last year I was just getting super serious about my book.   Everything is archived as well, so if you have to work (like I do) you can check it out after.

Thank you to all the wonderful people who put this online conference together and, without further ado, the link:

WriteOnCon

Enjoy, y’all!

Speaking of Heroes

This kid has guts, my friends.  Massive amounts of them.  Allow me to share:

Resolved Question

Is it OK to run an illegal library from my locker at school?

Let me explain.
I go to a private school that is rather strict. Recently, the principal and school teacher council released a (very long) list of books we’re not allowed to read. I was absolutely appalled, because a large number of the books were classics and others that are my favorites. One of my personal favorites, The Catcher in the Rye, was on the list, so I decided to bring it to school to see if I would really get in trouble. Well… I did but not too much. Then (surprise!) a boy in my English class asked if he could borrow the book, because he heard it was very good AND it was banned! This happened a lot and my locker got to overflowing with the banned books, so I decided to put the unoccupied locker next to me to a good use. I now have 62 books in that locker, about half of what was on the list. I took care only to bring the books with literary quality. Some of these books are:
> The Perks of Being a Wallflower > His Dark Materials trilogy > Sabriel > The Canterbury Tales > Candide > The Divine Comedy > Paradise Lost > The Godfather > Mort > Interview with the Vampire > The Hunger Games > The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy > A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court > Animal Farm > The Witches > Shade’s Children > The Evolution of Man > the Holy Qu’ran … and lots more.
Anyway, I now operate a little mini-library that no one has access to but myself. Practically a real library, because I keep an inventory log and give people due dates and everything. I would be in so much trouble if I got caught, but I think it’s the right thing to do because before I started, almost no kid at school but myself took an active interest in reading! Now not only are all the kids reading the banned books, but go out of their way to read anything they can get their hands on. So I’m doing a good thing, right? Oh, and since you’re probably wondering “Why can’t you just go to a local library and check out the books?” most of the kids are too chicken or their parents won’t let them but the books. I think that people should have open minds. Most of the books were banned because they contained information that opposed Catholisism. I limit my ‘library’ to only the sophmores, juniors and seniors just in case so you can’t say I’m exposing young people to materiel they’re not mature enough for. But is what I’m doing wrong because parents and teachers don’t know about it and might not like it, or is it a good thing because I am starting appreciation of the classics and truly good novels (Not just fad novels like Twilight) in my generation?

Additional Details

More books I have: One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest The Picture of Dorian Gray Slaughterhouse-5 Lord of the Flies Bridge to Terabithia Catch-22 East of Eden The Brothers Grimm Unabridged Fairytales. …the list goes on.

3 years ago

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As for getting the press involved, reporters are not allowed on campus. Besides, my parents would be so mad if they found out I was doing this.

3 years ago

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I want to know him or her.  🙂

Fight the good fight, guys!

Later!