Leigh Bardugo’s first adult novel is a dark, uncomfortable and gripping read. As always, it’s hard to get into the story, but once you’re in it, it’s impossible to put down: blessed with a fascinating protagonist, an intriguing world and a hell of a story.
‚Piranesi‘ is the second Susanna Clarke novel I’ve read, and it’s completely different from Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. Not only is her second novel a lot shorter than her massive debut, Susanna Clarke is also brave enough to write an altogether different book with a new setting, new characters, and an intriguing, mysterious plot.
Jana Taysens dystopisches Debüt lässt nach starkem Beginn ebenso stark nach und wandelt sich zu einer erzwungenen Romanze, die sich völlig unnatürlich anfühlt.
A.K. Larkwoods ‚Die dunklen Pfade der Magie‘ ist ein wilder Ritt durch mehrere Welten voller Luftschiffe, gewaltiger Magier und gefallener Götter, leider erzählt durch die Augen einer blassen Erzählerin.
Panzerartige Maschinen, Windmagier, Portalmagier, Belagerungsmagier, Heilmagier, Nachtmagier, (lufthol) Gestaltwandler, Freimacherinnen, Unhunde, Tangbräute, Grukai, Aschmäuler, Vagranten…klingt nach ziemlich viel für ein einziges Buch? Ist es auch.
Hilary Mantel’s retelling of Thomas Cromwell’s life is accurate, enchanting and fascinating – due not only to the fact that it represents the ten years of English history which have probably shaped the country the most, but also because of her incredibly awesome writing style and storytelling.
The most impressively written, unfinished tale of our time: a book so shining with mysterious magic, so full of enchanting fairytales and so beautiful in its prose that it stands out from other modern fantasy like a red blot of colour on a white canvas.
‚My Plain Jane‘ is a funny, entertaining parody of norms of 19th century English society and writing, and especially of Jane Eyre. It’s full of surprises, quirky comments and intriguing ghosts – I liked it, but it wasn’t as good as My Lady Jane.
Reader, I read it. A quiet read we had, the book and I were alone present. And it was awesome and cheesy, impressive and haunting, but a little too religious in the end for me. Still, Jane Eyre is an absolute masterpiece and Charlotte Bronte was a brilliant writer who died far too young. So fuck you, tuberculosis. And many thanks to Charlotte for this wonderful lovestory, and for creating Jane, that strong, independent woman who wasn’t plain at all.
Even better than Six of Crows, full of so very elaborate schemes and backstabbing…and an ending that leaves no wishes open – heartbreaking, but still great.