Archive for March, 2009

After these messages …

Monday, March 16th, 2009

Dahlings,

YA New York is moving. Or rather, I am moving (about ten blocks away from where I live now), and so I’m temporarily putting a hold on YA NY. But don’t fear: once I’m settled into my new place I’m coming back with a new design, new author interviews, and tons of new reviews. There are so many books I can’t wait to tell you about! But first I need to pack them, unpack them, and so forth.

See you soon, and much love,
brina

Need by Carrie Jones

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

Carrie Jones has made me afraid of the state of Maine. That’s right. After having read Need, I’m afraid to go to Maine, lest pixies attack me.

I’ll back up a bit: Our heroine, Zara, has been shipped off to her parents’ home state — Maine — several months after the death of her father. When the book opens, Zara is horribly depressed, deflated and inactive. Her mother sends her up to live with her Grandma Betty for awhile.

And then … well, then there are pixies. I won’t say much about that part, because then there would be spoilers galore.

But what I will say is this: Carrie’s book is a thriller made of awesome. She writes about Stephen King making Maine scary, but she does it just as well. I write this sitting in the desolate aftermath of the March snowstorm that has poured wrath on New York City, and I feel afraid of the cold. (Well, actually, there’s no heat in my house, so I am afraid of the cold anyway.) Seriously.

Oh, another cool thing Carrie does is she talks about fears. She names them. I believe she even names “fear of the cold,” but really it is cold enough in this house that my fingers are too cold for me to bother looking it up.

Anyway, I’m a bit late with this review, but I really wanted to make sure you all do go out and read Need if you haven’t already. And if you have read it, do come tell me what you thought!

PS. Random fact about Carrie Jones: she is not only a writer, she is a politician! In … Maine. I’d vote for her next time she runs for office, but I’m never going north of Boston after reading this book. No, indeed.