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I read another book! I seem to be devouring ebooks lately, and that’s probably because I have one novel and a couple of plays left on me until I go back home. And well, my short story collections which are not devour-able, per se.
If you know me, you know I don’t dip into popular YA often. Nonetheless, Everyday has been on my radar for a little bit over year now. Its idea –a person who moves to a new body every day– is quite fresh and I wondered how it’d work. What I didn’t know is that the person would fall in love –even though I should’ve seen it coming.
This is my third time writing this review, due to my dependency on WP’s autosave option that doesn’t seem to be doing much for me these days. So I’d like to apologise in case this review feels a little forced or disintegrated; re-rewrites are not my strong suit.
When I first made the decision to request Doll Bones, I was quite aware of Holly Black’s reputation, even if I’d never read any of her other books. That made me thrilled. This book seemed to promise a horror children story, which made it sound even more intriguing. We’re told in the summary that the centrepiece of the story is a doll made up from real ground up bones of a little girl and filled with her ashes. Just the mention of that made a shiver run down my spine, and I was genuinely scared to start the book.
Once upon a time, I was a seventh grader and for the first time in my life I was introduced to something called a literature text book. The first story we took back then was an excerpt from the Joy Luck Club, and even though I honestly don’t know what made it stand out to my friends and I, the bunch of us went around looking for it. Luckily, this year –6 YEARS LATER, I managed to get my hands on a used copy of it at the National Book Fair and couldn’t believe my eyes. Needless to say, I lunged right into it.
I haven’t written in a while and that makes my brain heavy with words. I have multiple dreams a night, narratives clashing into each other, dampening the currently dry sand of my soul with their flexible, gentle movements. I float on the words in the dark, the brilliance of my brain trying to prove it exists, the sheer colourfulness of which that my weary hands and body refuse to conform to. It’s been many years since we’ve dipped into the devilish waters, our joints rusty, our machines covered in grime that deems them useless.
A few months ago, right before exams in university, my friends and I decided to have a blind book exchange for which we wrapped our books in opaque coverings and left little hints as to what the book is like. And this was one of the two books I picked and I can honestly say that I was lucky. I had a better, more elegant review set up in my head when I read this book during exam season. Alas, all the pretty thoughts are gone now. I still have important things to say about it though.
Yes, yes, it has been a while since I’ve last written or even logged onto here. I blame exams which were, and still are but to a less extent now, squelching the life out of me. I read I Kill the Mockingbird during Bout of Books in May and it’s about the time I put out my thoughts on it.