Since I decided to start one of these little things they call a “blog” I’ve been interested in what other people are blogging about, mostly in the book review/writing categories. I’m completely amazed by the blogs that are out there! Truly dedicated and gifted people who write clear and comprehensive reviews, without spoiling the books. That aren’t afraid to say they didn’t like something, and why. And mostly, their blogs are big, and shiny, and pretty, and full of tabs and lists and ratings. The Crowded Leaf aspires to be like them one of these days.
I’m working on compiling a list of book related blogs I really enjoy checking out, as well as other noteworthy sites. I would love to be added to yours!
sleek, silver, sensual
screen and button, so small and slim
how you make me yearn
for smaller satchels
less heavy with hard cover
less weight on my shoulder
like sugar and wine
things we should limit
you, kindle, are the new
and the fancy
and the betrayer of all
that is paper and glue
Some decisions you make and some seem to be made for you.
The Ice Queen – Alice Hoffman
So. First “review” of a book. And I use these quotes loosely. I’m not an expert at this, but hope to be someday so this first one, and probably the few that come after, will be short. Just my thoughts for now, no fancy-shmancy literary criticism going on just yet.
The Ice Queen is more than a story, it’s almost an internal extensive self-dialogue. A t a young age the narrator (unnamed and it took me the whole novel to realize that) wishes her mother dead and her wish comes true. Because of this she wanders through the rest of her life half asleep, always cold and alone. When she is struck by lightning her brother moves her to Florida where the real meat of the story starts. She makes a friend, finds a lover, and salvages a relationship with her brother. In essence, it’s a coming of age story about a lonely woman who finds life on the other side of death. Hoffman’s voice of this character cannot be compared, it’s complete and true and feels one hundred percent real. The novel is tense and suspenseful at times, making you feel like the other shoe is about to drop. But it’s lonely and sad at others. We feel the Florida humidity and taste the oranges. Of the two Hoffman novels I’ve read, the other being The Third Angel, it’s not my favorite. But it is something writers should check out as a fabulous example of how to write a solid, consistent voice of a character. And it’s also full of lovely little “this is how life is” lines that belong in a book of quotes.
If I were to give it a star rating, I’d say 3 out of 5.
Crowded because that’s my mind sometimes.
I’m starting this as a project, a test, a practice. I love books (so many people do). Someday I want to get paid to find a good book in need of publishing. But for now, I’m just going to write this and hope it makes sense. I’m not the best writer. I’m not the smartest person. I don’t read the most epic of novels. I read what I want (whether it be trash, contemporary, classic, paperback, or hard cover). I will attempt to write my thoughts as practice for what I shall (hopefully) be required to do someday. I am trying to be smart, but some people’s brains hold knowledge better than others. I will like it if your opinion differs from mine, because it should.