30 August 2016
Lonesome Lily Turned Scandalous Siren
Miss Lillian Hargrove has lived much of her life alone in a gilded cage, longing for love and companionship. When an artist offers her pretty promises and begs her to pose for a scandalous portrait, Lily doesn't hesitate...until the lying libertine leaves her in disgrace. With the painting now public, Lily has no choice but to turn to the one man who might save her from ruin.
Highland Devil turned Halfhearted Duke
The Duke of Warnick loathes all things English, none more so than the aristocracy. It does not matter that the imposing Scotsman has inherited one of the most venerable dukedoms in Britain—he wants nothing to do with it, especially when he discovers that the unwanted title comes with a troublesome ward, one who is far too old and far too beautiful to be his problem.
Tartan Comes to Town
Warnick arrives in London with a single goal: get the chit married and see her become someone else's problem, then return to a normal, quiet life in Scotland. It's the perfect plan, until Lily declares she'll only marry for love...and the Scot finds that there is one thing in England he likes far too much...
The recent Dukes of Warnick are a particularly unlucky lot. The title (and rapidly enlarging ducal fortune) passed through fourteen heirs in the space of two weeks before landing on the recalcitrant Scottish Brute, Alec Stuart. When the solicitor turns up to inform Alec of his miraculous fortune, Alec shrugs him off. So the efficient London man leaves Alec in peace for five years...until Alec's dazzlingly beautiful ward Miss Lillian Hargrove lands herself in the scandal of all scandals.
A nude painting. Painted by a man who is not her husband. Who is an actor. Quell horror.
Lily has been betrayed. Derek Hawkins (sound familiar? You'll figure out where he's appeared before.) swept her off her feet and begged her to pose nude for him. A painting just for him. No one would see it. He promised and she loved him.... Lily now has ten days before the painting is exhibited on the final day of the Royal Academy Exhibition and ruins her forever. The last thing she needs is a very surly, six-and-a-half-foot tall, riveting Scotsman in an ill-fitting suit breaking down her front door. And then he has the effrontery to tell her what to do.
Alec, for all that he means well, goes about doing everything wrong. He has no interest in Society, while Society regards him as something akin to a sideshow attraction. And he hasn't the faintest idea what to do with a ward who is in her mid-twenties. He decides that the best course of action is to get Lily married before the painting is unveiled. When he commands Lily to attend a ball hosted by his best friend King (and King's wife Sophie, the hero and heroine of the marvelously excellent previous book in the series, The Rogue Not Taken) Lily counters him. Not by refusing to attend, mind, but by deliberately trying to scuttle his attempt to find her a husband (no spoilers). So begins the tug-of-war between a man and a woman who are absolutely perfect for each other but whose sizable baggage keeps getting in the way (and Alec's baggage is unique, let me tell you).
This a swoony, swoony romance with a feisty, feminist heroine at its center. Lily claims the male gaze for her own, obsessing over Alec's kneecaps when he appears in a kilt. She's clever and fiercely independent. Lily's nude painting scandal is directly influenced by the contemporary problem of revenge porn and leaked sex tapes or nude photographs. All those ton gossips pointing their fingers? We've seen them Twitter-shaming the poor woman for having trusted her partner and posed for the pictures. Lily takes control of her scandal in a strong, fist-raised conclusion to the book. But for all the kick-assed-ness Lily exudes, there's a palpable sweetness in the progression of her happily-ever-after. I cried so many happy tears.
To go with the swooniness, there are two lovable canines and guest appearances from at least one Rogue and the aforementioned King and Sophie and...the Dangerous Daughters! That's right, Sophie's Scandalous Sisters Seleste, Seline, and Sesily (no Sera, sadly) make a significant appearance and befriend Lily. We get to see far more of the women than we did in Sophie's book, particularly Sesily who is amazing. We also, drum-roll, get a brief visit to the Fallen Angel!!
My wish-list for Sarah now includes:
1) a novella for Lord Stanhope, bc you KNOW that man has a history
2) a novel for Sera, because her husband needs to either die or get punched in the dick and then start appreciating her (mostly sentiment held over from the last book, but still)
3) a novel for Sesily, because that girl is amazing and she needs an amazing dude to appreciate her
A Scot in the Dark is available TODAY!! Run out and buy it or download it from your retailer of choice! And if you are new to Sarah, never fear, you can read this without having read any of her previous books but you'll want to hide your credit card....you might need to go on a binge. *grin*
Dear FTC: I received an ARC of this book from the publisher and OF COURSE I had this pre-ordered for my Nook.
27 August 2016
After four failed seasons and a disastrous jilting, Lady Dorothea Beaumont has had more than enough of her family’s scheming. She won’t domesticate a duke, entangle an earl, or vie for a viscount. She will quietly exit to her aunt’s Irish estate for a life of blissful freedom. Until an arrogant, sinfully handsome duke singles her out for a waltz, making Thea the most popular belle of the season.
The duke ruined her plans and he’ll just have to fix them.
Dalton, Duke of Osborne, is far too heartless for debutantes or marriage—he uses dalliances and public spectacle to distract from his real purpose: finding the man who destroyed his family. When his search leads to Ireland, the last thing he needs is the determined, achingly innocent Thea, who arrives in the dead of night demanding he escort her to her aunt. His foolish agreement may prove his undoing. The road to the Emerald Isle is fraught with unforeseen dangers, but the greatest peril of all might just be discovering that he has a heart...and he’s losing it to Thea.
At the end of the previous book in Leonora Bell's The Disgraceful Dukes series (which I have not read although it is on my Nook), Lady Dorothea Beaumont releases the hero (to whom she is affianced) so he can marry the woman he loves (Thea is literally at the altar when she finally works up the courage to defy her mother and do this). Thus, Thea was exiled to her aunt's cottage in Ireland where she is quite happy to spend her time helping keep bees, make marmalade, and explore the Duke of Osborn's nearby property which contains a surprising and important hidden art collection. As If I Only Had a Duke opens as Thea returns to London determined to convince Osborn to allow her to study the collection.
Dalton, as he prefers, has no intention of doing anything with his father's ill-gotten gains. Least of all with Lady Dorothea Beaumont whose mother is on such-a-quest-from-hell-to-snare-a-duke-for-her-daughter that she [see previous book] to snare Dalton's best friend. Which didn't work out, thankfully for both the friend and Dalton. Besides, even if he were attracted to the girl (and he isn't, he really, really isn't) his nighttime exploits as the vigilante the Hellhound would put her in danger. So Dalton takes his revenge - he makes Thea popular despite her pleas that she just wants to exit Society and study his art collection (not a euphemism, get your mind out of the gutter).
Thea is, understandably, pissed that Dalton has made her the center of attention. Worse, her mother and grandmother are determined to marry her off to a horrible, lecherous man simply for the sake of a four-letter aristocratic title. So Thea outwits Dalton and convinces him to take her to Ireland in secret. And as with any good road-trip historical romance, things go deliciously side-ways.
Thea and Dalton have excellent chemistry together as characters. Thea is finding her own way as a woman after years of being under constant scrutiny and criticism from her mother. Dalton learns to trust that Thea won't condemn him for his actions. The secondary characters of Con (Dalton's Irish manservant-cum-comrade) and Molly (an Irish teenager Thea befriended) provide a bit of comic relief. The madcap roadtrip from London to Bristol is a delight.
However, what didn't really work for me was the Hellhound B-plot and how it worked into Dalton's past. It did provide the impetus to get Dalton to go to Ireland, and take Thea with him, but it didn't do much for me. In fact, the plot just rolled over with a whimper and a conclusion off the page. For something that provided so much conflict early in the book I would have liked a bit more out of the resolution of that plot point. But it wasn't off-putting, so I'll definitely back up to read Book 1 and look for the next book in the series.
If I Only Had a Duke is out on Tuesday, August 30!
Dear FTC: I received a DRC of this book via Edelweiss.
24 August 2016
A compulsively readable debut novel about marriage, immigration, class, race, and the trapdoors in the American Dream—the unforgettable story of a young Cameroonian couple making a new life in New York just as the Great Recession upends the economy
Named one of BuzzFeed’s “Incredible New Books You Need to Read This Summer”
Jende Jonga, a Cameroonian immigrant living in Harlem, has come to the United States to provide a better life for himself, his wife, Neni, and their six-year-old son. In the fall of 2007, Jende can hardly believe his luck when he lands a job as a chauffeur for Clark Edwards, a senior executive at Lehman Brothers. Clark demands punctuality, discretion, and loyalty—and Jende is eager to please. Clark’s wife, Cindy, even offers Neni temporary work at the Edwardses’ summer home in the Hamptons. With these opportunities, Jende and Neni can at last gain a foothold in America and imagine a brighter future.
However, the world of great power and privilege conceals troubling secrets, and soon Jende and Neni notice cracks in their employers’ façades.
When the financial world is rocked by the collapse of Lehman Brothers, the Jongas are desperate to keep Jende’s job—even as their marriage threatens to fall apart. As all four lives are dramatically upended, Jende and Neni are forced to make an impossible choice.
I was not lucky enough to get an early galley copy of Behold the Dreamers but I heard so many good things about it. Cameroonian immigrant family working for a white family who gets their money from Lehman Brothers in 2008? Gimmie. I did finally luck into an Edelweiss approval this month! So I was able to read it before publication (almost - the DRC expired with about 30 pages to go! Curses! So I had to read those quickly at the store.)
The glue in this novel is the relationship between Jende and Neni. Both of them have huge dreams. Jende wishes to be someone important, perhaps a businessman, but someone who can prove to his family back in Limbe that he is more than just the garbage man who knocked up his girlfriend (even though he was able to earn enough to later bring her to the US and marry her here). He wants his son to get a good education, become a doctor or lawyer. Someone with money. Neni wants desperately to finish her education, something almost impossible as a single(-ish) mom in Cameroon, so she starts classes at a community college with the ultimate goal of becoming a pharmacist. When Jende lands a well-paying job as the private chauffeur to the Edwards family - financier father, ladies-who-lunch mother, law-student-turned-spiritual wanderer elder son, precocious younger son - it looks as if the family's fortunes are rising.
Until the bottom falls out of Lehman Brothers, as it did in any investment company in 2008 who cooked their books and used those wretched subprime mortgages. Mr. Edwards winds up in an awkward situation (read: tabloid expose). Jende loses his job. The Jonga's asylum application becomes complicated. And tensions within both families reach the boiling point.
Behold the Dreamers is a rich, textured novel about one immigrant family's experiences during the economic downturn of 2008-2009. The Jongas are in pursuit of the American Dream - the idea that any person can have a good life if he or she works hard and follows the rules. It's the dream that I, as a white American citizen, was told my Germanic ancestors crossed the Atlantic for and that presumably is the same dream that pulls twenty-first century emigrants here from all over the world. But the system is working against the Jongas (immigration/INS, financial, family ties back in Cameroon, institutionalized racism) and it pushes Jende and Neni to make hard choices. Mbue's omniscient narrator does not judge the characters. The reader is allowed to determine whether characters' morals or decisions are "bad" or "good" and I really enjoyed that. Also, the writing is absolutely fabulous.
I wanted perhaps a little bit more closure at the end (no spoilers). It felt a little one-sided in those last 5-10 pages, in my opinion, but it doesn't take anything away from the book as a whole. I will be thinking about the Jonga family, particularly Neni, for a long time.
Behold the Dreamers is available now in the US wherever books are sold.
Dear FTC: I read most of this book from a digital galley via Edelweiss but it expired so I had to borrow a finished copy from my store.
04 July 2016
America’s national parks are breathing spaces in a world in which such spaces are steadily disappearing, which is why more than 300 million people visit the parks each year. Now Terry Tempest Williams, the author of the environmental classic Refuge and the beloved memoir When Women Were Birds, returns with The Hour of Land, a literary celebration of our national parks, an exploration of what they mean to us and what we mean to them.
From the Grand Tetons in Wyoming to Acadia in Maine to Big Bend in Texas and more, Williams creates a series of lyrical portraits that illuminate the unique grandeur of each place while delving into what it means to shape a landscape with its own evolutionary history into something of our own making. Part memoir, part natural history, and part social critique, The Hour of Land is a meditation and a manifesto on why wild lands matter to the soul of America.
OK, so, here's the deal. I love Terry Tempest Williams, like love, Terry Tempest Williams. If you have not read When Women Were Birds you need to remedy that immediately. I was completely not worried about whether The Hour of Land would be good or not. I had no worries. I was more concerned with having enough unbroken time to put The Hour of Land into my brain.
Oh, it's so beautiful. The book itself is a gorgeous physical object. And Terry's writing is wonderful. This is a beautiful, personal, and wide-ranging call to action to save our national parks and monuments from predation by industry, thoughtless people, and cultural insensitivity. Her writing moves from personal essay, to epistolary, to journalism all in one book. (I will be in Atlanta when she reads at Prairie Lights and I am extremely sad about this.) I was really excited to see that Terry visited Effigy Mounds, which is in my state, and I am long overdue for a repeat visit there (last visited in middle school).
So this is a very short review to say go buy this and put it in you face immediately!
Dear FTC: I purchased my copy of this book because OF COURSE.
28 June 2016
From the internationally celebrated author of the Original Sinners series comes a brand-new tale of betrayal, revenge and a family scandal that bore a 150-year-old mystery
When Cooper McQueen wakes up from a night with a beautiful stranger, it's to discover he's been robbed. The only item stolen—a million-dollar bottle of bourbon. The thief, a mysterious woman named Paris, claims the bottle is rightfully hers. After all, the label itself says it's property of the Maddox family who owned and operated Red Thread Bourbon distillery since the last days of the Civil War until the company went out of business for reasons no one knows… No one except Paris.
In the small hours of a Louisville morning, Paris unspools the lurid tale of Tamara Maddox, heiress to the distillery that became an empire. But the family tree is rooted in tainted soil and has borne rotten fruit. Theirs is a legacy of wealth and power, but also of lies, secrets and sins of omission. The Maddoxes have bourbon in their blood—and blood in their bourbon. Why Paris wants the bottle of Red Thread remains a secret until the truth of her identity is at last revealed, and the century-old vengeance Tamara vowed against her family can finally be completed.
An actual Goodreads status update I made while reading The Bourbon Thief: "Ho, that took a left then a few switchbacks, a right and finally that left I was expecting. Well played, Tiffany."
Tiffany Reisz couldn't write a boring book if she tried. Southern Gothic plus crazy relatives plus social justice plus a drop of Scheherazade. And bourbon. And a dash of historical fiction set both pre-Civil War and in the 1980s. Reisz uses her frame story of Paris and Cooper and a night-long story to perfection. I could hardly put this down, even to get work done during the day. The plotting is just right - every time I thought I could predict where the story was going I was completely surprised. So fun!
Now, for those who are regular readers of Tiffany Reisz and are used to books like The Original Sinners series, this isn't an erotic novel. There is a fair amount of enthusiastic sex, especially at the beginning, but it isn't written as a play-by-play and there aren't BDSM elements. However, there is some squickiness, much expected with Southern Gothics.
Dear FTC: I received a DRC of this book from the publisher via Edelweiss.
21 June 2016
In her witty and breathtakingly sexy novel, Emily Foster introduces a story of lust, friendship, and other unpredictable experiments. . .
Data, research, scientific formulae--Annabelle Coffey is completely at ease with all of them. Men, not so much. But that's all going to change after she asks Dr. Charles Douglas, the postdoctoral fellow in her lab, to have sex with her. Charles is not only beautiful, he is also adorably awkward, British, brilliant, and nice. What are the odds he'd turn her down?
Very high, as it happens. Something to do with that whole student/teacher/ethics thing. But in a few weeks, Annie will graduate. As soon as she does, the unlikely friendship that's developing between them can turn physical--just until Annie leaves for graduate school. Yet nothing could have prepared either Annie or Charles for chemistry like this, or for what happens when a simple exercise in mutual pleasure turns into something as exhilarating and infernally complicated as love.
I don't read very many contemporary romances and even fewer New Adult romances (historicals are my jam). However. A few weeks ago, I was listening to a Smart Bitches podcast where the sex educator and researcher Emily Nagoski was talking about her book Come as You Are (which is EXCELLENT, of course, go read it) and women's sexual health, and oh yes, by the way her New Adult contemporary coming out in June, How Not to Fall, under the pseudonym Emily Foster.
Which was written partly as a counter to the problematic aspects regarding consent and sexual experiences in the 50 Shades series.
Whose main character is a super-smart neuroscience Indiana University undergrad who is going to the MD/PhD program at MIT.
Who is also a dancer.
Who has decided that before she graduates and leaves Bloomington she is going to proposition the smoking hot, adorkable, English postdoc in her lab.
This. Book. Is. SO. GOOD. Annie is one of the smartest, sweetest, strongest, and most vulnerable heroines I have ever come across. She's vulnerable precisely because she gives of herself wholeheartedly, whether it is her research or her dancing or her heart. The book is narrated entirely from Annie's perspective, in the first person, and she's such a fascinating character. (I identify with Annie so much for various reasons I won't go into here, but if you think she seems a bit much I can attest to the fact that she is basically me and this is the story of my junior/senior year of college with a few alterations.)
The absolute best, best part of this book is the wonderful exploration of the sexual relationship (and the intertwining personal feelings) between Annie and Charles. Although Charles is the one who clearly has all the sexual experience - that Annie would like to benefit from - he is explicit in demanding that Annie must give him consent for any activity they undertake. He is firm in abiding by the letter of the University rules about relationships between students and supervisors. He takes Annie climbing at the gym (I had never thought of that as a sexy activity but whoa). Everything is extremely sex-positive and consent-positive and Annie trusts him implicitly. And that is how Charles breaks her heart - he holds himself back from her.
Emily Foster has a gift. I have never ugly-cried over a romance novel and this one made me do just that - this is raw and sweet and honest and too real. And Jesus, did that ending just twist the knife. This is possibly the most-real relationship I have ever read in a romance. And even though the sex is spectacular, even though I'd really like to know if Charles has a real-life counterpart, the nuts and bolts making up this couple are outstanding. And then there's all the science stuff and neurobiology and dancing and Wodehouse and the rest of this book is basically one giant epic nerd purr.
I tweeted Emily BECAUSE FEELINGS. And she told me there's a sequel!!!!! So all is not lost! We'll get more Annie and Charles (and, apparently, Charles's perspective as well for some chapters)!
How Not to Fall is out June 28, next Tuesday - you know you want this!!
Dear FTC: I received a DRC of this book via NetGalley.
14 June 2016
"Probably the most complete and absolute lack of talent ever publicly displayed." —Life Magazine
Madame Jenkins couldn't carry a tune in a bucket: despite that, in 1944 at the age of 76, she played Carnegie Hall to a capacity audience and had celebrity fans by the score. Her infamous 1940s recordings are still highly-prized today. In his well-researched and thoroughly entertaining biography, Darryl W. Bullock tells of Florence Foster Jenkins meteoric rise to success and the man who stood beside her, through every sharp note.
Florence was ridiculed for her poor control of timing, pitch, and tone, and terrible pronunciation of foreign lyrics, but the sheer entertainment value of her caterwauling packed out theatres around the United States, with the 'singer' firmly convinced of her own talent, partly thanks to the devoted attention for her husband and manager St Clair Bayfield. Her story is one of triumph in the face of adversity, courage, conviction and of the belief that with dedication and commitment a true artist can achieve anything.
*Note: This is not the movie tie-in book, which can be found here and which I have not read.
I knew of Florence Foster Jenkins back when I was still singing (read: before I ruined my voice in college). My voice teacher brought her up whenever she thought my singing was too "wooden" - Madame had a terrible voice, but so was very entertaining. But I had never actually heard a recording of her voice.
Florence Foster Jenkins came out to somewhere between "good" and "ok." The actual book construction feels a little uneven and jumps around which gives the biography a "soapy" feel (he quotes the wretchedly bitchy Simon Doonan - in a soundbite that should just die and I'm not going to repeat it here - who wasn't even born when Madame died in 1944). However, what Bullock did do was evoke a lot of sympathy for his subject. Florence Foster Jenkins was a moneyed Society lady who clearly LOVED classical music, had once been a talented classical pianist, and had the wherewithal to indulge her passion despite (or because of) her lack of voice.
You can still purchase Madame's recordings (just search "Florence Foster Jenkins" on iTunes and it appears they are being reissues on vinyl/CD). I can only take listening to the iTunes samples because it's just too awful. The recordings were made when she was in her 60s/70s and if she ever had a decent voice it is long gone. It's too cruel to laugh at her for merely being an eccentric elderly lady.
Dear FTC: I received an ARC of this book from the publisher at Book Expo America.
12 June 2016
This best-selling debut novel from one of France’s most exciting young writers is based on the true story of the 1949 disappearance of Air France’s Lockheed Constellation and its famous passengers
On October 27, 1949, Air France’s new plane, the Constellation, launched by the extravagant Howard Hughes, welcomed thirty-eight passengers aboard. On October 28, no longer responding to air traffic controllers, the plane disappeared while trying to land on the island of Santa Maria, in the Azores. No one survived.
The question Adrien Bosc’s novel asks is not so much how, but why? What were the series of tiny incidents that, in sequence, propelled the plane toward Redondo Mountain? And who were the passengers? As we recognize Marcel Cerdan, the famous boxer and lover of Edith Piaf, and we remember the musical prodigy Ginette Neveu, whose tattered violin would be found years later, the author ties together their destinies: “Hear the dead, write their small legend, and offer to these thirty-eight men and women, like so many constellations, a life and a story.”
Constellation was the book that I almost grabbed straight out the publishing rep's hands during the Book Club Speed Dating event at BEA. The Venn diagram was almost a circle....
It is a lovely, spare, and almost plotless novel. Bosc created a meditation not only on why this particular airplane crashed but what incremental mistakes led to the crash and who lost their lives. He also went beyond the crash itself to look at those lives tangentially connected with the flight and strange intersections of fate. I felt the novel was a little autobiographical, too, but who was commenting: the author or a fictional first-person narrator? This translation is excellent.
Dear FTC: I received a review copy of this book during an event at Book Expo America.
10 June 2016
Furo Wariboko, a young Nigerian, awakes the morning before a job interview to find that he's been transformed into a white man. In this condition he plunges into the bustle of Lagos to make his fortune. With his red hair, green eyes, and pale skin, it seems he's been completely changed. Well, almost. There is the matter of his family, his accent, his name. Oh, and his black ass. Furo must quickly learn to navigate a world made unfamiliar and deal with those who would use him for their own purposes. Taken in by a young woman called Syreeta and pursued by a writer named Igoni, Furo lands his first-ever job, adopts a new name, and soon finds himself evolving in unanticipated ways.
A. Igoni Barrett's Blackass is a fierce comic satire that touches on everything from race to social media while at the same time questioning the values society places on us simply by virtue of the way we look. As he did in Love Is Power, or Something Like That, Barrett brilliantly depicts life in contemporary Nigeria and details the double-dealing and code-switching that are implicit in everyday business. But it's Furo's search for an identity--one deeper than skin--that leads to the final unraveling of his own carefully constructed story.
I was really looking forward to Blackass and, unfortunately, I wanted to like it more than I did. Primarily, I think the disappointment is due to the likelihood that this book fell at the wrong time for me. I just wasn't in the mood to read it. I really liked the writing, in particular the idea of using themes from Kafka's Metamorphosis to look at race and culture in contemporary Nigeria, but something just wasn't clicking for me. Perhaps I was expecting more biting satire (it is pitched as a "fierce comic satire" and I wasn't getting a particularly fierce vibe) or I was missing some social cues (although Lagos and the culture of the city didn't feel any more "alien" to me than Teju Cole's or Johwor Ile's Lagos) or if I just didn't have the patience for this right now. Furo just made me feel frustrated, particularly at the end of the book. Which, now that I think more on it, is actually a feeling that I have when thinking about Gregor Samsa and his less savory predicament. Hmmm.
I'd like to revisit Blackass in the future, to see if it reads better at a different time. Barrett does have an excellent style so I'll definitely keep an eye out for his next book.
Dear FTC: I received a review copy of this book from Graywolf Press.
07 June 2016
In a London flat, two young boys face the unbearable sadness of their mother's sudden death. Their father, a Ted Hughes scholar and scruffy romantic, imagines a future of well-meaning visitors and emptiness.
In this moment of despair they are visited by Crow - antagonist, trickster, healer, babysitter. This self-described sentimental bird is attracted to the grieving family and threatens to stay until they no longer need him. As weeks turn to months and physical pain of loss gives way to memories, this little unit of three begin to heal.
In this extraordinary debut - part novella, part polyphonic fable, part essay on grief, Max Porter's compassion and bravura style combine to dazzling effect. Full of unexpected humour and profound emotional truth, Grief is the Thing with Feathers marks the arrival of a thrilling new talent.
Grief is the Thing With Feathers basically destroyed me, so I'll try and write something coherent. Because this book is amazing.
A small family is devastated after the sudden death of their mother/wife. One evening Crow - the trickster bird of myth - appears on their doorstep and says that he will stay until he is no longer needed. Until the family has worked through their grief. So Crow helps put the children to bed and makes their school lunches and fights of evil characters who try to impersonate the dead mother.
This book is beautiful, mind-bending, and heartbreaking. The narrative is shared out between the father, Crow, and the two boys. The grief on the page is raw and sharp and just heart-wrenching. I cannot do justice to Porter's writing by writing about it. So here's a snap of one page:
I did not break until about page 92.
Grief is the Thing With Feathers is out now from Graywolf Press.
Dear FTC: I received a review copy of this book from the publisher. Bonus Points to the person at Graywolf who sent out the packages because there were crow-sized footprints on the envelope:
02 June 2016
A MAN OF SIN
Devastatingly handsome. Vain. Unscrupulous. Valentine Napier, the Duke of Montgomery, is the man London whispers about in boudoirs and back alleys. A notorious rake and blackmailer, Montgomery has returned from exile, intent on seeking revenge on those who have wronged him. But what he finds in his own bedroom may lay waste to all his plans.
A WOMAN OF HONOR
Born a bastard, housekeeper Bridget Crumb is clever, bold, and fiercely loyal. When her aristocratic mother becomes the target of extortion, Bridget joins the Duke of Montgomery's household to search for the incriminating evidence-and uncovers something far more dangerous.
A SECRET THAT THREATENS TO DESTROY THEM BOTH
Astonished by the deceptively prim-and surprisingly witty-domestic spy in his chambers, Montgomery is intrigued. And try as she might, Bridget can't resist the slyly charming duke. Now as the two begin their treacherous game of cat and mouse, they soon realize that they both have secrets-and neither may be as nefarious-or as innocent-as they appear . . .
In previous Maiden Lane installments, the Duke of Montgomery has been largely an enigma. A brilliant, bloodthirsty, and amoral enigma. He shot the villain (for fun, more or less) in Darling Beast but then turned around and had the heroine of Dearest Rogue kidnapped to get back at her brother. In his own book, Val is hiding out in his own house, a wanted man, until he works a rather dishonest scheme - blackmail. He is a bored cat, playing with his prey before skewering it with his claws.
One of his prey being his new, mysterious - and extremely efficient - housekeeper, Bridget Crumb (Hands up - who remembers Mrs. Crumb from Lord of Darkness?). Bridget started working for the duke in the previous book Sweetest Scoundrel .... and also for several aristocratic ladies who are also victims of Val's bored schemes. When Val catches Bridget snooping through his bedroom, the game of cat and mouse begins. There are spies, and counterspies, and murder, and another kidnapping, and an actual cult. This romance is one wild ride from London to York and back again.
I have been looking forward to Duke of Sin because I wanted to see what Hoyt would do with a character who has been a) enigmatic and b) the villainous antagonist in several previous books (redemption arcs are a thing that can work really well cf. The Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas). Now, there is no way to make Val "nice" - he can't just fall in love and then decide to have a normal moral/psychological code, that wouldn't work because Val is sociopathic, occasionally murderous, and power-mad (riffing off the old "mad, bad, and dangerous to know" Byron trope). So Hoyt made Val emotionally damaged, really messed up, to the point that Bridget does the only thing that could possibly save him: love him for himself because he has dug himself a really deep trench of "basically, he should be in jail" (in my opinion, some of the previous heroes need to punch him harder and many more times).
There's also really nice textual handoffs for the upcoming novella Once Upon a Moonlit Night and the next full novel Duke of Pleasure (which is the Duke of Kyle's book and I want it now) that don't get in the way of this story.
So go out and get your hands on Duke of Sin and get ready to relish Val's exploits. (And yes, I realize that certain plot points in this book might be super squicky for some readers. I think they work well in this specific instance.)
Dear FTC: I received a digital advance copy of this book from Netgalley.
01 June 2016
All right, books down! #SmashYourStack is officially done! Thanks to my co-host Andi and to everyone who participated. Be sure to add your wrap-up post in the Linky below (try to get those in in the next few weeks).
How did I do? Well, I read some books....(shocker, I know):
Books I owned before May:
Headstrong by Rachel Swaby
American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Hot as Hades by Alisha Rai
The Art of Language Invention by David J. Peterson
Your Song Changed My Life by Bob Boilen
Sweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth Hoyt
These Vicious Masks by Tarun Shanker and Kelly Zekas
How to Be a Victorian by Ruth Goodman
Books I didn't own before May (library, review copy, etc):
The Story of a New Name by Elena Ferrante (library)
Rapture: Poems by Sjohnna McCray (review copy)
Grief is the Thing With Feathers by Max Porter (review copy)
Jane Steele by Lyndsay Faye (library)
Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders (ARC from BEA, I couldn't help myself, y'all)
Tribe by Sebastian Junger (BEA Adult Author Breakfast)
Approval Junkie by Faith Salie (BEA Adult Author Breakfast)
The Palm-Wine Drinkard and His Dead Palm-Wine Tapster in the Dead's Town by Amos Tutola (library)
Eight books I previously owned, eight books acquired in May (wherever they came from). It was a close thing, but I did hit 50%. Just barely. I blame BEA. Haha. I've got a few reviews to write now.
Thanks everyone and happy reading!