Sherlocked (But Not Really)

 I have always had a particular love for mysteries.  As a kid, it was the section of the school library that I gravitated toward, and I spent a good portion of my elementary years going on adventures with Frank and Joe Hardy, The Boxcar Children, and Nancy Drew.  (We won't discuss the fact that now, as an adult, I've purchased nearly complete sets of the "original" hardcover Hardy/Drew editions, just so they can sit on my shelf and look pretty, and that one or four Nancy Drew titles may account for a few of the dollars in my contest jar...)  I've previously expressed my appreciation for Agatha Christie (as every book connoisseur should), and love a good cozy mystery, especially if it involves coffee and/or book shops.

In the "mystery canon", though, one name stands paramount as the standard against which all sleuths are measured: Sherlock Holmes.  The classic Holmes tales are timeless for many reasons, including the characters, the cases themselves, and the atmosphere of the stories.  They have passed the test of time, and remain both interesting and relevant.  In fact, Holmes has experienced a great resurgence in popularity in recent years.  If you've been paying attention, you will have noticed no less than three current incarnations of Holmes on film/tv, and countless new novelizations.  It's been an adventure in and of itself deducing which of them are "worthy" of acclaim. (Just in case you're wondering, BBC Sherlock is the Sherlock to end all Sherlocks.  Cumberbatch, Freeman, and Gatiss et al are brilliant beyond belief, and I hope they make more series of Sherlock forever and ever.)  But this is about books, not awesome British TV.  So... back to it.

I've given up hope of someone being brave enough to write a "Sherlock Holmes" book from Sherlock's POV.  In the classic Sir Arthur Conan Doyle series, all the stories are told from John Watson's point of view; this is also true of the New Charlotte Holmes series by Brittany Cavallaro.  In Heather W. Petty's Lock & Mori, it's Moriarty's voice we hear.  Sherlock Holmes' arch-nemesis Moriarty who only ever appears as a distant threat, on the peripheral of the Holmes stories as an ever-present shadow, is given a voice.  And here Moriarty is the impetus for the story; it's Moriarty's voice who carries us.  And what a voice she has.  Ahh - caught that, did you?  Yes, I said she.  Because in this version, James Moriarty is a girl.

Before I get any further into it, here's the cover (which I'm not crazy about- Sherlock looks like a teen serial killer, and Moriarty looks like she's pouting at the camera), and the book blurb from Goodreads:

In modern-day London, two brilliant high school students—one Sherlock Holmes and a Miss James “Mori” Moriarty—meet. A murder will bring them together. The truth very well might drive them apart.

Before they were mortal enemies, they were much more…

FACT: Someone has been murdered in London’s Regent’s Park. The police have no leads.

FACT: Miss James “Mori” Moriarty and Sherlock “Lock” Holmes should be hitting the books on a school night. Instead, they are out crashing a crime scene.

FACT: Lock has challenged Mori to solve the case before he does. Challenge accepted.

FACT: Despite agreeing to Lock’s one rule—they must share every clue with each other—Mori is keeping secrets.

OBSERVATION: Sometimes you can’t trust the people closest to you with matters of the heart. And after this case, Mori may never trust Lock again. 

Yep, it's a contemporary setting, and Moriarty and Sherlock are teenagers.  (You'll notice I reversed the order in which I write their names - I did this on purpose because Moriarty really is the main character of the book, and Sherlock is relegated to the role of sidekick for once.  But Moriarty carries the story well, so I'm actually pretty ok with it.)  Those of you who said "I'm out!" when you read "teenagers", hang with me for a minute.

One thing I like about contemporary YA books is that the characters experience and deal with problems that no teenager should ever have to deal with; and then they SOLVE them!  I think this is great.  Even in fiction, it's beneficial for teens to see kids "their own age" using their smarts and resources to work out problems.  This book is full of those instances.  These teens are smart, and they get into trouble.  Lots of trouble.  But they don't panic; they don't give up.  They tackle the problems head-on, and look for solutions. This book isn't heavy on the teen angst, or on the drama, though there  is a smattering here and there; it seems just enough to remind readers that they're dealing with teenagers, but not enough to make them want to throw the book across the room at the wall.

The plot:  is very intricate, but isn't hard to follow, if that makes sense.  There are some twists and turns, but Petty is never in danger of losing her readers.  The plot builds slowly, and readers learn and figure things out as Moriarty does.  There is a limited point of view, as readers are only privy to what Moriarty knows, and not what Sherlock knows, and I think that works well.  For me, it makes the story seem more immediate and raises the stakes.

The characters:  are well-crafted, if not carbon copies of the original Moriarty and Holmes.   Let's talk about each one.
Moriarty: As I said before, none of the original Doyle stories have Moriarty meeting any of the other characters; even Watson has never encountered Moriarty.  So there isn't a lot to compare the character to.  That noted, I think Petty does a nice job of constructing the character.  Holmes fans will understand that the character would have to have some element of darkness to deserve the role of Holmes' enemy, so she does not create Moriarty to be innocent.  Rather, Moriarty has an existence that makes her darkness believable, and even understandable.  Moriarty is open-minded, and has no illusions about anything.  Even her friendship with Sherlock is not one built on trust, but on necessity.  It begs the question of whether their "friendship" will survive the subsequent installments of the series, given the wide gulf between their sensibilities.
Sherlock: Is nearly unrecognizable as the Sherlock Holmes of old.  Yes, he's quirky; yes, he's brilliant; but something has been lost in translation.  He (cringe) emotes.  And that took some getting used to.  He is very intuitive, less arrogant, and certainly not as self-centered.  For me, Sherlock was less successful than was Moriarty.  However, if I forget that I know anything about Sherlock Holmes, and just read it for the story, and judge the character on his own merit, it's less of a miss.
AND THEN THERE'S MYCROFT:  Mycroft, Mycroft, Mycroft.  Was 179% my mostest favoritest thing about this book.  I have always gravitated toward Mycroft as a kindred spirit (though the sentiment would make him shudder).  He is clever, stoic, resourceful, and he gets crap done.  You want something done, give it to Mycroft.  I have always thought there was something slightly terrifying about Mycroft and his ability to "solve" problems, and that is still the case in this example.  And I love him for it.

Just a note about the next two books (since this series is, reportedly, to be a trilogy) - I can see Moriarty taking continual steps toward a dark and dangerous path, and I think, even though Sherlock cares for her, it is not in his nature to follow her down said path.  It is my guess that it will eventually lead to one of those love-to-hate/hate-to-love relationships that can plausibly be the start of their arch-rivalry that the classic stories boast.  Just my two pennies...

Overall, I give this a favorable rating.  The plot was strong, the characters well-developed, and it held my interest enough that I will read the next installment of the series.

I would suggest this to anyone who has an interest in Sherlock Holmes and is interested in other versions of the character, and to people who like a good mystery with a twist.

Those of you looking for readalikes, check out:
 A Study in Charlotte by Brittany Cavallari - A fresh take on Holmes/Watson descendants.  Check out my review here. 
Jackaby by William Ritter - While not an "official" Holmes novel, the titular character is obviously modeled on Holmes.
The Clockwork Scarab by Colleen Gleason - A cool twist on the Holmes/Stoker descendants.
Death Cloud by Andy Lane - This features Holmes as a globetrotting teen.

I have just finished a marathon reading of Sarah J. Maas' A Court of Wings and Ruin.  I'm recovering. Literally ALL the feels, and I'm not sure I'll ever be the same.  I'll get to that one as soon as I've had adequate time to consider everything that happened.

On the Horizon

So, for those of you who are curious as to how the Great Reading Contest of 2017 is going, I am currently at 30 titles and counting.  That's an average of about a book every 4 days.  If I keep going at my current rate, by the end of the year, I should have read somewhere around 90 books.  That's a lot of freaking books!   I'm looking forward to, at the year's end, doing a Top 10 list!  (I love lists.)

Classes are done for the semester, and I find myself with a little more time on my hands.  I hope to fill it with more writing, as I am tired to listening to the voices of characters in my head yelling to be recognized and made whole.  I also hope to keep reading at the pace I've been for the past couple of months. As I get back into the habit of composing regular blog posts, I find this a wonderful place to lay out my reading plan for the month.  I've planned eight titles, so two books a week.  Doable. There's a nice mixture, I think, of titles, and all of them are first-time reads for me.

My TBR pile is actually more of a TBR tower, so here's to hoping I can take it down a few stories.

In no particular order, here is my reading list for May:

Lock & Mori by Heather W. Petty

As I've said, before, I'm a sucker for Sherlock Holmes.  These days, one can trip anywhere in a bookstore and fall into a new incarnation of the brilliant detective and his counterpart, Dr. Watson.  This book, though, doesn't feature Holmes and Watson, and Sherlock is not the main character.  It's about Holmes and MORIARTY!  And Moriarty is the main character.  AND... Moriarty is a GIRL!   (Rubs hands together in anticipation...)  This will likely be the title I start with this month - I'm itching to dive into it.  This is the author's first book, so I have slight reservations about her tackling such canon characters in her first foray into publishing, but here's hoping she's clever enough to pull it off.


A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas

 Oh, Fayre and Rhysand, how glad I am to see you back for round three. This is the third title in Maas' A Court of Thorns and Roses series (yes, it's a rubbish title, since it's just the title of the first book - the series deserves its own name...), and it has been much-anticipated.  I came to the series just after the second title was published, and read the first two in rapid succession.  I very much enjoy the uniqueness of this series.  One of the things I really appreciate about Maas is that she writes strong female characters, and she writes them well.  They are not above making mistakes, and they are strong enough to accept help when they need it.  Also, this series has ALL THE FEELS, and the power to devastate me; I'm a little scared to read this one. 


This Savage Song by V.E. Schwab

  

I've seen a lot of Schwab's books on shelves, and she is generally well reviewed, but I've never read one. I like dark, gritty stories, though, and this may be right up my alley.  Additionally, it sounds like it has some Romeo and Juliet-esque qualities to it, which intrigues me.  Though post-apocolyptic, dystopian stories aren't my favorite, the plot of this book is unique enough to snag my interest.  Monsters (that aren't vampires or zombies).  And humanity divided into two city sectors, separated by a dark zone.  And the only hope of avoiding a war is the human daughter of a tyrant and the monster son of a doctor.  Sign me up.  I'm hoping I love this book; it'll be another author to add to my reading list who has a nice backlist.


The Librarians and the Lost Lamp by Greg Cox

 Yes, I'm a huge nerd.  And I'm totally ok with that.  When TNT produced their first Librarian film years ago, I fell in love with Flynn Carson for life.  He was brilliant and handsome and a complete bumbling dork - which was fantastic.  Throughout the subsequent films, my love for the Librarian only grew.  And then came The Librarians.  What?  More than one Librarian at a time?  Sacrilege!  BUT, I gave it a shot.  Season one was kind of sketchy for me because of the Ezekiel Jones character, but the stories were great - fun and clever, and just a little bit out of this world.  So, I stuck around for seasons two and three.  And now the team is my team.  This is the first tie-in novel for the series, with another to be released this fall.


The Dark Days Club by Alison Goodman
 

 This is another new author to me.  The cover is what made me first pick up this book, but the dilemma of the main character is what made me buy it: will Lady Helen choose to become the belle of London society, or a demon hunter?  What the what?  I'm totally in!  Shadowy Regency London streets; a dark, handsome lord with a sketchy reputation; a mystery; and a sassy heroine - how can this miss?  One of the story tropes I always love is the dual-nature trope, where the character must present themselves to society as being one thing, while actually existing as something completely different.  I'd say socialite by day, demon hunter by night definitely falls into that category.  All the signs point to me loving this book; fingers crossed it doesn't disappoint. 


Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor

 It took me a while to figure out the title of this book.  Here's a hint: strange isn't an adjective. I love Laini Taylor's writing.  She has the most beautiful way of crafting words into sentences as anyone I've read.  That she chooses to use her talent to write the types of books I like to read, I consider a gift.  Her books tend to be moody, and just a little left of normal, which makes me like them all the more.  I've been anticipating this book since I finished her Daughter of Smoke and Bone trilogy; she is just an author I will always read.  This is the first title in a duology - which I always like more than trilogies, where I feel like the middle book is just a bridge between the first and last chapters of the story.  I have very high hopes for this one. 


Catalyst by James Luceno

 What kind of self-respecting nerd would I be if I wasn't a Star Wars fan? I have gone into the new Star Wars films with some trepidation.  However, so far I've been pleasantly surprised by the quality of the films (even if The Force Awakens lacked originality...  And I'm still reserving judgment about the new Han Solo film.  I'm very cranky that Harrison Ford didn't just Indiana Jones it up and find the Fountain of Youth so he could play his younger self).  I'll admit that I watched Rogue One knowing that Mads Mikkelsen's portrayal of Galen Erso was going to be epic.  His character has such an incredible story that's not told in the film; I want to know more.  I want to know what happened to him in those lost years.  Here is my chance to find out.


And I Darken by Kiersten White

 This is the first installment of a planned trilogy that tells the story of Lada Dragwyla, the brutal princess-daughter of Vlad Dracul.  Heck.  Yes.  For one thing, I love, love, love books set in Eastern Europe.  There is such history, mystery, and tradition tied to that part of the world, that doesn't exist anywhere else.  Also, this is the Impaler in female form.  All the history of Wallachia, the Ottomans, the sultan Mehmed, with Dracula's daughter as the linchpin. I have read a lot of "Dracula books" in the past; this is the first to be brave enough to make the heart of the story a girl, and a bloody, dark, conniving, brilliant girl who is brave, and knows her own heart enough to do whatever it takes to ensure the survival of those she loves.


So expect reviews for these books as I finish them.  I hope to find one or two gems in the batch.  And I may find a minute or two to talk about some of the creative writing projects I'm immersed in.  Who knows.

Auf wiedersehn, until next week.  Lock & Mori, here I come. 

A Curse, A Kiss, and A Ghost

I am a Michigan girl, born and raised.  As far as I'm concerned, the Great Lakes State is where it's at. Oh, I've lived other places - the Midwest (Illinois), the East (New York), even the Great White North (Ontario) for a short couple of months - but, for me, Michigan will always be home.  Yes, the weather is insane, but I'm willing to deal with its bipolarity for the comfort of living in the place I really do love most.

This, to say, I have no particular ties to the South.  I've been there a handful of times for vacation and horse shows, but there's nothing about the South that gets me super-excited.  (Except New Orleans.  Which I love forever and ever, amen.  Some day I WILL write a book set in New Orleans, and it will take me a decade to write, so that I have to visit many, many times for research purposes.)  BUUTTT... there is just *something* about the designation "Southern gothic" that speaks to my soul.  Maybe because it conjures up images of dark, swampy nights and voodoo rituals, or of plantation houses haunted by the ghosts of evil deeds.  I have a love of gothic literature, originally inspired by Austen's Northanger Abbey, cemented by DuMaurier's Rebecca, and perpetuated by LeRoux's The Phantom of the Opera.  The dark and creepy resonates with me.  (Although, now that I think about it, I'm not sure what that ultimately says about me as a person...)

I had never read anything by Martina Boone, but something made me pick up the first two books of her Heirs of Watson Island trilogy (book the third was forthcoming, and I've now finished the complete trilogy).  The covers were lovely, but it was the premise of the series that caught my initial interest.  Here is the cover and blurb from the first book of the series, Compulsion, courtesy of Goodreads, because it's a pretty good overview of the series as a whole.  Additionally, the books all tell a continuous story, with no time lapse in between their narratives, so this gives you a good idea of what you'd be in for:

THREE PLANTATIONS.  TWO WISHES.  ONE ANCIENT CURSE. 
(Seriously, people, has there ever been a better tag line?)

All her life, Barrie Watson has been a virtual prisoner in the house where she lives with her shut-in mother.  When her mother dies, Barrie promises to put some mileage on her stiletto heels.  But she finds anew kind of prison at her aunt's South Carolina plantation instead - a prison guarded by an ancient spirit who long ago cursed one of the three founding families of Watson Island, and gave the others magical gifts that became compulsions.
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Stuck with the ghosts of a generations-old feud and hunted by forces she cannot see, Barrie must find a way to break free of the family legacy.  With the help of sun-kissed Eight Beaufort, who knows what Barrie wants before she knows herself, the last Watson heir starts to unravel her family's twisted secrets.  What she finds is dangerous: a love she never expected, a river that turns to fire at midnight, a gorgeous cousin who isn't what she seems, and very real enemies who want both Eight and Barrie dead.

Whoo-wee.  Ghosts, curses, romance, and a quirky aunt - what could go wrong?  I'll just say up front that I really enjoyed reading these books.  So much, in fact, that I called my sister and demanded she buy and read them immediately (yes, even at the risk of encouraging her to advance in our bet).  They weren't perfect, but, for me, the questionable issues were far outweighed by the things I loved about them.  So, let's start with the things I didn't love:

Barrie.  Yes, the main character.  She was not my favorite.  She was controlling and too selfish for my liking.  I understand her being a little high maintenance because, well, teen age girl from southern California (am I stereotyping?  Whoopsie.), but there were times where I wanted to reach into the book and flick her nose.  Additionally, the leading man, Eight (no, not his actual name - he is Charles Beaufort VIII, so, Eight), is a little vanilla for my tastes.  He's ok - just a little too perfect, if you know what I mean.  He always does everything right, he's good at everything he does, and he's - of course - golden handsome.  He is dyslexic, and it feels to me like the author's way of killing two birds with one stone - keeping Eight from being infallible, and making her narrative inclusive.  I don't like pandering, and that's what Eight's character feels like to me.  So, no biggie - aside from the fact that my main gripe about this series is its two main characters.  (Hahaha.)  It says a lot about the plot, setting, and secondary characters that I kept reading.

The things I disliked about these books were few; the things I liked about these books were many.
FIRST, the setting.  In true (Southern) gothic fashion, there are historic plantations, but they're shadows of their former glorious selves.  There is subtle decay that peeks through the veneer, and in the case of one it's completely destroyed.  There is a creepy forest, an impeding river, and a sleepy town full of busybodies.  I felt immersed in Watson's Landing.

SECOND, the supporting characters.  Eccentric and quirky, but not to the point of being a caricature, Pru Watson is Barrie's deceased mother's sister.  She is smart, determined, and made of steel.  She suffered emotional abuse at the hands of her father, yet remained devoted to her roots and to her home.  She takes Barrie in without question, and accepts the girl unconditionally.  She gives Barrie space, doesn't hover, yet is there with much-needed wisdom just at the right times.  Cassie Colsworth is Barrie's cousin.  She is all Southern sweetness and charm - until she isn't.  Cassie has a fluid idea of right and wrong, and is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goals.  I couldn't help but feel sympathy for her, as she has some difficult struggles she is forced to fight through, but I felt the character was written to be strong enough to handle them.  And finally, Mark, the figurative ghost that hovers over the narrative, is Barrie's godfather, who is, until she moves to Watson's Landing, the most stable thing in her life.  He is ill and slowly slipping away, and we get to see how that affects Barrie, and how she adjusts to losing the only thing she could ever count on (and, incidentally, how she learns she is not as alone in the world as she thinks).  It forces her to develop as a character.  His eventual death is devastating to Barrie, but the lessons he taught her are referred to throughout the entire story, so that though he is bodily absent, his spirit is ever-present.

THIRD, and on a more inconsequential note, there are several elements that Boone adds to these books that I particularly appreciate.  There is mythology aplenty, a mixture of Native American and African; there are horses, and they are done WELL - this is rare in fiction; there is mystery; there is romance.  And frankly, I think the base idea of this series is fascinating.  There's a centuries-old gift/curse that passes from generation to generation, and there's no avoiding it, no stopping it.  It's a classic case of "the sins of the father", and it really works here.  The question that arises is whether the "gift" is actually that, or whether it's another form of curse.  The problem is compounded when the characters start to question themselves, and whether they're making decisions based on their own thoughts, or based on their respective compulsive gifts/curse.  Watching them wrestle with (or, against, in some cases) their instincts and compulsions is both interesting and, at times, frustrating.  But it makes for great reading.

I would recommend this book to readers who appreciate a multi-volume series that doesn't have a time lag, who like family mysteries, a little romance, and a dash of creepy.

A couple good readalikes for this book are:
The Fall by Bethany Griffin.  This is a retelling of Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher from the point of view of Madeline Usher, a descendant still trapped in the house by the Usher curse.
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Midnight Bayou by Nora Roberts.  This one isn't a YA title, but it is a Southern gothic tale with ghosts, a decrepit plantation, a family mystery, and danger.

If you've been paying attention, you know that I love Sherlock Holmes.  If you need a reminder of how much, read this blog post.  But there are SO MANY recent incarnations of the detective and his faithful sidekick, that one could almost be overwhelmed with choices.  Sadly, not all of them are good.  So, I picked up Heather W. Petty's Lock & Mori with an eyebrow arched by skepticism.  But it drew me in, because it's not the classic pairing of Holmes/Watson, but of Holmes/Moriarty.  And Moriarty is a girl with a sketchy background, and slightly wicked tendencies.  Stay tuned. 

Bibliophiles, Ahoy!

Just a short post today about how much I love books.  (As if you can't tell...)

People read every day, whether they want to or not.  Email, social media, street signs - they all require the skill of reading.  Suffice to say, reading is a part of life.  There are those who read because they HAVE to; then there are those wonderful, enlightened, intelligent, open-minded, brilliant pillars of humanity who read because they WANT to.  There is nothing "wrong" with being the former - except not being the latter.  (I say this in jest.  Or do I?)

One of the things I will always be the most grateful to my mother for is setting a reading example for me.  I can remember back when I was a child, my mother always had books around.  We had bookcases in nearly every room of the house, and crammed on the shelves were a magical rainbow of covers with titles that ranged from The Bible to Harlequin romances to Sherlock Holmes mysteries.  (Looking back, I can safely say this is probably why I have such eclectic taste in reading.)  My mother had a particular love for Louis L'Amour, and he is still the stick by which I measure all westerns (and let me tell you, no one else stacks up).  The first "grown-up" book I can remember reading all the way through was L'Amour's Passin' Through.  I was maybe ten years old.  I remember the cover had a wild-looking cowboy astride an even wilder-looking blue roan horse.  I was so proud of myself when I finished that book; I felt like I had entered a secret club for people who loved stories.  And it's a club to which I still gladly pay my dues.

Books are my kryptonite.  If you were to ask my husband what my biggest weakness is, he wouldn't even have to think about it.  "She spends all her money on books.  And she doesn't even read them all," he'd say, shaking his head.  It's true.  I want them ALL.  Every one of them.  Even the terrible ones.  (OK, maybe not the terrible terrible ones, like Fifty Shades, but I will admit to owning the Twilight series...)  I have been known to keep books that are absolutely rubbish just because I like the cover, and they look pretty on my shelves.

That is, however, not to say that I don't have some sort of discernment when it comes to books and reading.  I like to think that my broad range of tastes and interests give me an advantage when it comes to reading, because I am willing to read a lot of different types of books.  I can enjoy a romance just as much as I can a literary classic; I can enjoy a YA paranormal just as much as I can a mystery.  There are very few types of books that I turn my nose up at (I'm sorry, but I will never NEVER be able to make it through an Amish inspirational - I don't care how much cash you offer me), and I can find things to appreciate in most any book I read, even if it turns out to be a dud.  This is because, in general, I <3 books.  And I appreciate the work - the time, the thought, the dedication - that went into its creation.

As a writer, I have an extra appreciation for books; I know how difficult it can be to produce one.  Each finished piece is a representation of millions and millions of hours of work.  (Don't roll your eyes.  It's the truth.)  So for something to come together in such a way - the author believes in an idea enough to make a story out of it, the agent believes in it enough to represent it, the editor believes in it enough to buy it, the publisher believes in it enough to produce it, the reader believes enough in it to buy it - is an amazing feat.

So, props to you authors out there who keep writing great stories that I want to read with gorgeous covers I want to decorate my shelves with.

Passing the Proverbial Deerstalker

I have a healthy respect for mystery authors.  From a writer's standpoint, I have always been fascinated by the ability to plot so intricately a story full of twists and turns that ends with a surprise.  As a lifelong panster (and as such, completely unable to plot a story ahead of time), I'm a little jealous of the talent it takes to be a good mystery writer.   A good mystery makes me want to continue reading, page after page; holds my attention throughout the entire story; keeps me guessing until until the end of the book; and makes it next to impossible for me to forget about it once I finish.  Some mystery authors (Elizabeth Peters, Robert Galbraith, Cleo Coyle, and a recent fun discovery Ellery Adams) keep me entertained, but don't particularly make me appreciate the craft of writing a mystery.  Recently, I highlighted a mystery I read by Agatha Christie (read that post here), and now consider myself an devotee of the Queen of Crime.  She made me appreciate the craft.  As does Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.  


Thanks to recent incarnations of the Dynamic Duo (not that Dynamic Duo - no Batmobiles here - only the consulting detective and his loyal assistant), the exploits of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are, once again, en vogue.  It's nearly impossible to turn around without bumping into a handsome man wearing a deerstalker hat (Benedict Cumberbatch, I'm looking at you...),  or to walk into a bookstore without seeing a dozen versions of Holmes and Watson in one form or another.  In a way, this is wonderful; another generation of readers, watchers, critics are being introduced to Doyle's masterful storytelling and his incomparable characters.  In another way, this is awful; some of the retellings are complete rubbish, and the characters fall flat in a complete injustice to the original source material.

So you can imagine my trepidation when I picked up Brittany Cavallaro's A Study in Charlotte.  In this particular homage to the master, not only is Holmes a girl, but the story takes place in America.  Oy.  Here's the cover (fab) and blurb, stolen shamelessly (but cited, nonetheless) from Goodreads:

The last thing Jamie Watson wants is a rugby scholarship to Sherringford, a Connecticut prep school just an hour away from his estranged father. But that’s not the only complication: Sherringford is also home to Charlotte Holmes, the famous detective’s great-great-great-granddaughter, who has inherited not only Sherlock’s genius but also his volatile temperament. From everything Jamie has heard about Charlotte, it seems safer to admire her from afar.

From the moment they meet, there’s a tense energy between them, and they seem more destined to be rivals than anything else. But when a Sherringford student dies under suspicious circumstances, ripped straight from the most terrifying of the Sherlock Holmes stories, Jamie can no longer afford to keep his distance. Jamie and Charlotte are being framed for murder, and only Charlotte can clear their names. But danger is mounting and nowhere is safe—and the only people they can trust are each other.


First things first: the blurb is terrible.  It wasn't the blurb that made me give this book a chance; it was the cover.  (I've told you before, covers sell books.  This is the truth of that claim in action.)  It makes this book sound like a high school drama.  Which it's not.  It is a smart, funny-at-times story about two great characters who happen to still be teenagers.  The characters are flawed; Jamie Watson is adorably naive for much of the book, until he starts to realize he's not in a story, and begins to take ownership of the events of his life, and Charlotte Holmes is arrogant, quirky, brilliant, and slightly horrible (naturally - she's a Holmes, after all...).  The mystery is believable; someone bumps off a student at our duo's boarding school and attempts to frame them for the crime.  The writing is impeccable; Cavallaro tells a great story in a clean and efficient way.

WHAT I <3ED:  One particularly interesting thing Cavallaro did here was make the classic Holmes and Watson real people, and Doyle their literary agent.  I thought this was a fantastic idea.  It allowed her to set up a "real" story for the descendants of the original characters, and allowed her to supply some commentary on the original characters, and discuss some of the original cases.  It leaves room for there to be generations of tangled history between the Holmeses and the Watsons (and the Moriarties!), and demonstrates the fallout from some of the original team's escapades.  This decision also gave her the opportunity to imbue Charlotte and Jamie with some of the more recognizable characteristics from the classic stories (Holmes' drug habit, Watson's compulsion to write everything down, etc.), making them familiar enough for readers to feel like they're "in" on the joke, but different enough to keep from being predictable.  Which leads me to...

THE CHARACTERS.  Oh, my.  I absolutely adore how Cavallaro wrote Holmes and Watson here.  I'll start with WATSON.  Jamie is a lovely amalgamation of classic Watsonianism and a completely unique character.  Though he is still Holmes' "sidekick", he has some interesting qualities of his own.  For one, he's a rage machine.  I mean, at times he goes full-blown Hulk.  Yet, on the flip side, he's sweet and caring, and just a little bit slow on the uptake.  He's exactly the type of hot nerd I would have fallen hard for in high school.  Then there's HOLMES.  Brilliant (understatement) and distant and odd, she's the type of girl I would have simultaneously wanted to be friends with and have been a little bit terrified of.  Her past haunts her and, at times, it seems like she's doing penance for her past sins.  When she talks of dark secrets and dangerous deeds, she really means it.  So this book becomes as much about solving the characters as it does solving the mystery.

WHAT I DIDN'T LIKE: Minimal.  At no point in the book did I say, "Man, I wish she would have _____".  There were, perhaps, a couple too many superfluous side characters (classmates of Holmes and Watson), that I didn't really care about, but that is a minor complaint.

I am very much looking forward to reading the second installment of this trilogy, The Last of August, in which some of the questions left hanging in A Study in Charlotte will be answered.  AND it takes place across the pond, so YAY, England!  Cavallaro has a fan in me.

This book is a good choice for those of you who fancy updated versions of classics, mysteries with a little bit of an edge but very little blood, and contemporary stories that use historical literature as touchstones.

If you're looking for readalikes, try:
Lock & Mori by Heather Petty - another contemporary Holmes/Watson/Moriarty series with teen versions of the titular characters.
The Clockwork Scarab by Colleen Gleason - a unique pairing of Mina Holmes (Sherlock's niece), and Eveline Stoker (relative of Bram), set in Victorian London with a steampunk twist.
Lockwood & Co. by Jonathan Stroud - this series, though on the paranormal side, is about independent, teenage investigators.

I've just finished the Heirs of Watson Island trilogy by Martina Boone (in three days, nonetheless), and will be reviewing that series next.  So good!  Ghosts, curses, Southern charm, and sweet tea by the gallons!



 

RoseBlood-y Awful

Well, that's that.  

I have been looking forward to reading this book for months.  I <3 A.G. Howard's Splintered series (except the cop-out ending, but that's neither here nor there), and expected to <3 RoseBlood, too.  I didn't.  Before I get too far into my review, though, here's the GORGEOUS cover, and the blurb from Goodreads: 

In this modern day spin on Leroux’s gothic tale of unrequited love turned to madness, seventeen-year-old Rune Germain has a mysterious affliction linked to her operatic talent, and a horrifying mistake she’s trying to hide. Hoping creative direction will help her, Rune’s mother sends her to a French arts conservatory for her senior year, located in an opera house rumored to have ties to The Phantom of the Opera.

At RoseBlood, Rune secretly befriends the masked Thorn—an elusive violinist who not only guides her musical transformation through dreams that seem more real than reality itself, but somehow knows who she is behind her own masks. As the two discover an otherworldly connection and a soul-deep romance blossoms, Thorn’s dark agenda comes to light and he’s forced to make a deadly choice: lead Rune to her destruction, or face the wrath of the phantom who has haunted the opera house for a century, and is the only father he’s ever known.

I can recall with crystal clarity my first introduction to The Phantom of the Opera.  It was Gerard Butler as Erik, Emmy Rossum as Christine, and Patrick Wilson as Raoul.  The atmosphere, the setting, the music, captivated me, and I must have watched that film a hundred times, listened to the score a hundred more.  No, the contemporary version definitely does not hold a candle to Sarah Brightman and Michael Crawford's performance (which I saw later), but was stunning to my heart and soul, all the same.  And while I appreciate the absolute perfection of the West End Brightman/Crawford version, there's just something about the jazzed-up coolness of Butler and Rossum (and the brilliant supporting cast - Minnie Driver is incomparable as Carlotta) that keeps their representation of the tragic story relevant and relatable.  

This is the love which led me to RoseBlood.  And then RoseBlood broke my heart.

Let's start with our heroine.  (Believe me, I'm using the term very loosely here.)  She's the most Mary Sue Mary Sue that ever Mary Sued.  She is (of course) beautiful.  And she is (of course) monumentally talented (though her talent drains her).  She (of course) has a tragic past she has to overcome.  And she is (of course) kind and generous and friendly and selfless and misunderstood by the mean girls.  And she is (gasp!) cursed by gypsies!  (Insert eye roll here.)  There is no - not one - instance in this book in which I liked, or even cared about Rune Germain.  (Let's digress here for a moment - Rune brings to mind Celtic and Scandinavian mysteries, not French ones, so for me, "Rune" was a distracting misnomer.  Yes, I suppose it has something to do with her gypsy [again, eye roll] heritage, but just dislike.)  And, in my opinion, she's ignorant.  Not in a book-learnin' way, but in a way-of-the-world way.  A *mysterious* stranger tells her that she is his soulmate, destined to be his lover, and she's just like, oh, ok, sweet.  That explains everything.  Whaaaa?  She's obviously never heard of stranger danger. 

Now, I am a sucker for a good gothic mystery.  What I am not a sucker for is the most gothic of gothicy gothicness wrapped in gothicity.  This book has potentially the coolest setting imaginable - a boarding school in an old opera house situated way out in the French countryside.  There's a graveyard; there's a chapel; there's an aviary.  I mean, seriously cool.  But its extreme coolness is dulled by the fact that EVERY SINGLE element of EVERYTHING, right down to the motes of dust dancing the waltz in shafts of golden, iridescent light, is described in painful detail, which removes any opportunity I have as a reader to use my imagination.  It's as if Howard doesn't trust her readers to grasp how awesome this place is, and so she takes it upon herself to make sure the readers understand.  As a reader, I hate it when authors do this.  I like to think the author assumes I have some level of intelligence, and can reach certain conclusions on my own, without being led there every step.  The result here is pure and unadulterated tedium.

"There has to be some redeeming quality in this book," you say.  "How about the hero?  Is he dreamy?"  No.  He's not.  Oh, he's gorgeous, because in this book everything is (and the author will tell you so, multiple times, and over and over and over ad infinitum).  But Thorn exists as a tortured soul (and a thorn in the side of this book), and the pseudo-step-son of Erik, the original Phantom.  Potential!  Wasted.  Because you know what's even worse than blood-sucking vampires?  Psychic energy-sucking vampires.  Because apparently that's a thing.  Buh-bye - I'm out.

Though touted as a Phantom of the Opera retelling, it's more of a continuation of Leroux's original narrative; it picks up Erik's story (though he's not the main character here) years in the future (and for those of you who like math, you'll notice how many years...) where he is creeping around making Thorn do his nefarious deeds for him.  He leaves notes signed OG, which definitely doesn't stand for Original Gangsta', but for Opera Ghost (I just rolled my eyes so hard I saw my brain).  The turn Howard has made him take is disturbing, and the fact that he owns a rave (yes, you read that correctly - Phantom of the Rave, because dub-step is so much cooler than opera) is just this side of completely ridiculous.  And his ultimate plan something seventh level of creepy hell. 

In short, don't waste your time.  This was a complete swing and a miss for me.  I wish Howard the best of luck with her next project, because I really think she has talent and imagination, but IMO, she tried way too hard on this one.    

My next review will be of A Study in Charlotte, and will be decidedly more flattering to both book and author.  

How Much is Reading Worth?

To me: $1/book.
 "What?" you say, "that's crazy.  You can't put a monetary value on the experience of reading a book!"
Sure I can.  Because in the reading contest my sister and I are having in 2017, that's what each book is worth. $1.

 I like to say I was born a reader.  Now, obviously I don't mean that literally, because that would be just silly.  What I mean is I was born with something inherent that compels me to read.  Throughout my life, I've read books from every genre (except horror.  Well, bloody horror, anyway.  Because I don't care if you are a big 'fraidy cat, you still have to read Stephen King), and count books from each of them among my "most very favorite books of all time forever and ever".  So there is no shortage of books in the world to hold my interest.  Sure, I have my preferred types of books (see this blog post) and I read extensively in that genre, but that's not to say I'm not up for a good western, either.  And though non-fiction isn't really my cup of tea per se, I'm not above picking one up every now and then.  All this to say: I consider myself fairly well-read. 

 My sister came to her love of reading later in life.  My childhood memories of her reading don't extend past The Berenstain Bears or The Babysitters Club: Little Sister.  I don't really know what she wasted her childhood on, but it certainly wasn't reading.  Barely able to contain the excitement generated by the most recent Black Stallion book I had finished, or by The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew (the Super Mysteries were *literally* the best of both worlds - Nancy and Frank totally had a thing), I would try to get her to read some of my books so I could talk to her about them.  Sigh.  It never happened.  Until... she found herself married to a man whose job required them to move frequently and all over the country, making it very hard for her to maintain a job or friendships.  That is to say, SHE GOT BORED.  I still remember the phone call: "Hey, I need something to do, and I'm thinking about reading a book.  Can you tell me a good one?"  ONE?  Try a hundred.  It was like Christmas and my birthday got jiggy wit' it and had a love child.  I can't actually recall which book I initially suggested she read, but it must have been a good one, because she hasn't stopped reading since (she claims it was Lauren Kate's Fallen, but you'll have to take her word on that one).  It's been about three years now since my sister became "a reader", and though she will never catch me in the number of books she's read (to be fair, I did have, like, a 30-or-so-year head start), she's making a valiant effort.

So, back to my claim that a book is worth $1.  At the beginning of 2016, I started the year determined to fulfill a reading resolution challenge (see this blog post).  Though I read continuously through the year, the challenge fell by the wayside.  I just didn't have anything invested in it to keep me going.  I ended up the year having read a lot, but I couldn't tell you how many books, or which ones.  This year, I wanted to do something different.  I wanted to be able to look back and see which books I read, and how many books I read, in 2017.  I saw this cool thing on Facebook one day about putting a dollar in a jar every time you finish reading a book, and then at the end of the year taking those dollars to the bookstore to buy new books.  Brilliant!  And now that my sister reads, and we recommend books back and forth, I thought it may be fun to include her.  But, you know, sisters, so it had to, in some way, become a contest.  So the end result was this:  Each of us would a) write down the title and author of each book we finish reading in 2017, and b) put a dollar in a jar for each finished title.  Then, at the end of the year (Christmastime, to be exact), we will count the dollars to see who has more.  Whoever loses (it WILL NOT BE ME!) has to buy the winner the book of her choice.  So, not only will I get to buy a million dollars worth of books, but she also has to buy me one!   Bwahahahahaha!

13 weeks into 2017, I have a tidy little sum of $18 in my book jar (so much more fun than a swear jar!).  That's like a book every, uh, I don't know because math, but it's pretty darn good.  Not too shabby a clip, if I do say so myself.  As I finish books I particularly like, I'll post reviews and recommendations in an attempt to get back into regularly blogging.  I recently finished A Study in Charlotte by Brittany Cavallaro, and I'm itching to talk about it before I begin book 2 of the Charlotte Holmes series, The Last of August, so keep an eye open for that (probably early next week). 

And all jest aside, don't ever give up hope on something you believe may never happen.  I never in a million years believed my sister would one day share my love of reading.  I've never been so happy to be wrong about anything in my life.  But I'm still going to whip her in this reading contest.