A charming book, I knew ‘The Murderer’s Ape’ was going to be a thrilling read as soon as I turned the cover and saw the beautiful map outlining the journey the reader will follow. From the beginning, it was certain that Sally Jones was not a usual narrator – the fact that the gorilla lives among humans, completely understanding but does not speak any of their language makes for an interesting perspective on the story line. Her human qualities, like being able to help sail the ship and use a typewriter, is intriguing, and as soon as I read the first chapter I wanted to know more about how the Chief and Jones ended up unemployed and looking for day-to-day work. I love when books begin in the future because it leaves a framework for the story to follow, and it means that I am able to restrain myself to not flick to the last page straight away! It’s not often that I read adventure books because sometimes they tend to become quite hard to follow, but this novel seemed to flow with ease and I found myself turning the pages, eager to find out the next piece in the puzzle. A joy for anyone who loves Philip Pullman, I’m sure.
A simple concept that not many people take the time to think about: what would you do if you won the lottery? And I’m not talking about the standard lottery winnings- I’m thinking of the jackpot. Millions upon millions of pounds are won across the world by few lucky individuals. But what many don’t consider is if it is luck or if it’s something else entirely? Smith explores this in her new book, Windfall, when Alice buys a lottery ticket as a one-off for her best friend’s birthday. The events that unravel are so spectacular that I found myself thinking that fate isn’t such a weird idea any more. I read this book (bearing in mind it was over 400 pages) in less than a day- it was so easy to read but funny and engaging at the same time. I recommend any young adult to pick it up as it’s the type of book you could leave on the side and would still be loved months later. I found myself laughing out loud and pining for the characters as if they were my friends. Loved it!
*this review was for lovereading (link on the side)*
I received We Come Apart, a novel narrated in poetry from LoveReading (their link is on the side) that I have been excited to read for a while now. The cover is effective and stylish, but as I’m sure you’re all aware it’s what inside that counts! Fortunately the content matches the cover and exceeds all my expectations of Crossan and her amazing writing. The introduction of Conaghan and a very different writing style brings the two characters to life on the page. With Sarah’s being quite brutal and honest, Conaghan depicts Nicu as sweet and loved-up. Two very different personalities ending up in quite similar circumstances proves that we can all do wrong, but can also find love within ourselves. We are all capable of loving, and being loved, however hard it may be. I loved Jess’ and Nicu’s relationship; young love is displayed here as raw as it can get and I love that. I love reading about things that can relate to me and I think this book can relate to all of us- whether that be children or adults trapped in our society where there is nowhere to run when it’s all too much. We Come Apart is a refreshing read that brings to mind the hardships people face everyday and the fact that we do NOT have to face them alone. Brilliant.
Do you remember any of your dreams that you dream? Do you remember them well enough to explain what they were about to your friends? Don’t you ever think that dreams could be necessary in some way?
I was thinking around ten minutes ago how our dreams could be our actual lives. My life could be made up of dreams. I then researched as to what dreams are made of, and I came across this site which explains most theories.
These two pictures show exactly what I mean about different opinions and different theories to what dreams are. Sit down and draw a dream. Not what you dreamt last night, but a dream on the outside. It’s hard, isn’t it? That’s because there is no right or wrong.
What if dreams are tests, so when we die if we succeed we can live in our dreams forever?
Why do you think we close our eyes when we cry, kiss, pray?
What if the monsters we endure in dreams are real monsters? Does this imply that dreams are reality?
Just a few thoughts.