This February I spent a lot of time in bed. Having two viruses descend on me just two week apart, February is a MF right? So many early nights meant I’ve been doing a lot of reading in bed, devouring books and get completely in engrossed in stories. So, what have I been reading this month?
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.
But behind the scenes, a fierce competition is underway—a duel between two young magicians, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood expressly for this purpose by their mercurial instructors. Unbeknownst to them, this is a game in which only one can be left standing, and the circus is but the stage for a remarkable battle of imagination and will. Despite themselves, however, Celia and Marco tumble headfirst into love—a deep, magical love that makes the lights flicker and the room grow warm whenever they so much as brush hands.
True love or not, the game must play out, and the fates of everyone involved, from the cast of extraordinary circus performers to the patrons, hang in the balance, suspended as precariously as the daring acrobats overhead.
Written in rich, seductive prose, this spell-casting novel is a feast for the senses and the heart.
A beautiful magical story that weaves around the love between two people. It was a beautiful read, but I felt it went on too long. It could have been easily summed up in a third of the time. A bit long winded, but I loved the concept of a magical circus.
The second volume of Philip Pullman’s The Book of Dust sees Lyra, now twenty years old, and her daemon Pantalaimon, forced to navigate their relationship in a way they could never have imagined, and drawn into the complex and dangerous factions of a world that they had no idea existed. Pulled along on his own journey too is Malcolm; once a boy with a boat and a mission to save a baby from the flood, now a man with a strong sense of duty and a desire to do what is right.
Theirs is a world at once familiar and extraordinary, and they must travel far beyond the edges of Oxford, across Europe and into Asia, in search for what is lost – a city haunted by daemons, a secret at the heart of a desert, and the mystery of the elusive Dust.
Philip Pullman can do no wrong! This book has been much anticipated since reading His Dark Materials triology and The book of Dust 1 – and it didn’t disappoint. In fact I was actually nervous starting it because I’ve wanted to read this book even before it was released. Within two sentences I was hooked, back in the world of Lyra and Pan. AMAZING! Beware, there are a few parts of this book that might trigger a few people. Just a warning.
My Sister, the Serial Killer is a blackly comic novel about how blood is thicker – and more difficult to get out of the carpet – than water…
When Korede’s dinner is interrupted one night by a distress call from her sister, Ayoola, she knows what’s expected of her: bleach, rubber gloves, nerves of steel and a strong stomach. This’ll be the third boyfriend Ayoola’s dispatched in, quote, self-defence and the third mess that her lethal little sibling has left Korede to clear away. She should probably go to the police for the good of the menfolk of Nigeria, but she loves her sister and, as they say, family always comes first. Until, that is, Ayoola starts dating the doctor where Korede works as a nurse. Korede’s long been in love with him, and isn’t prepared to see him wind up with a knife in his back: but to save one would mean sacrificing the other.
I LOVED this book. A quick, witty read, I read over three nights. I adored the relationship between the sisters, the setting in Nigeria. It is truly a unique and brilliant book.
Three books in Feb. I’ve already started my first book of March and hope to match the three books this month.
Please please give me your book recommendations. I love adventures, a bit of a mystery – something that I can’t put down. Thank you!