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Not a review: Lament, Maggie Stiefvater

3112850Sixteen-year-old Deirdre Monaghan is a painfully shy but prodigiously gifted musician. She’s about to find out she’s also a cloverhand—one who can see faeries. Deirdre finds herself infatuated with a mysterious boy who enters her ordinary suburban life, seemingly out of thin air. Trouble is, the enigmatic and gorgeous Luke turns out to be a gallowglass—a soulless faerie assassin. An equally hunky—and equally dangerous—dark faerie soldier named Aodhan is also stalking Deirdre. Sworn enemies, Luke and Aodhan each have a deadly assignment from the Faerie Queen. Namely, kill Deirdre before her music captures the attention of the Fae and threatens the Queen’s sovereignty. Caught in the crossfire with Deirdre is James, her wisecracking but loyal best friend. Deirdre had been wishing her life weren’t so dull, but getting trapped in the middle of a centuries-old faerie war isn’t exactly what she had in mind . . .

Lament is a dark faerie fantasy that features authentic Celtic faerie lore, plus cover art and interior illustrations by acclaimed faerie artist Julia Jeffrey.

I can’t review this one as I only made it a hundred pages or so in before I had to call it quits. I can only conclude that The Raven Boys must have been a rarity, as the other two of Stiefvater’s that I’ve read have been poor. I found Lament, at least as far as I got, to be  utterly ridiculous. Girl meets boy at important music competition, plays a duet on stage with him after just minutes in his company, not having any idea who he is. Girl falls in love with boy, still no idea who he is. I won’t even bore you with the rest, it only gets more and more preposterous. This the perfect example of the kind of YA I find insulting to YA’s. Horrible.

I can’t make that my conclusive judgement though, as I couldn’t see it through to the end. But for me, this is one that’s totally not worth your time or money.

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Posted by on March 9, 2013 in Reviews


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Books in the Bathroom

Today finds me off work, sick as a dog. My little son, carrier of toddler-bugs a-plenty, and yesterday’s Olympic vomiting champion, is all recovered today and has merrily gone off to nursery.

Why do you care? Well, you don’t of course, except I’m just popping in on a rare moment outside of the bathroom to let you know I’ve almost finished Zenn Scarlett and am soon to be starting on Lament. Because today the bathroom is doubling up as my reading room.


Might as well get comfy in there. I cannot remember the last time I had more than thirty minutes or so to myself. It’s almost worth the stomach pains.




Posted by on March 7, 2013 in Uncategorized


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