Monday, November 18, 2013

Book Reivew: Battle Magic

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Title: Battle Magic, by Tamora Pierce, 440 pages
Publisher: Scholastic, 2013

Summary:
Although it is listed as the third book in "The Circle Reforged" series, Battle Magic actually takes place before either The Will of the Empress or Melting Stones.  It is the hinted-at tale of the difficulties Briar, his teacher Rosethorn, and his student Evvy experienced on their travels.  As the title suggests, this is a book about the mages at war, and what they will do when pushed.  Taken from their visit to the small, rather Tibet-like kingdom of Gyongxe by an invitation to visit the gardens of the emperor of Yanjing, the three discover an empire prepared for massive war.  When they leave, they find that the war has already been launched--against Gyongxe.  With the main temple of Rosethorne's religion located there, she has no question about her duty--and the young mages won't leave her.  Thus are all three thrust into the middle of epic battles and a struggle of good and evil.

Review:
First things first.  I've already mentioned that this is not really part of a series, the way most of Pierce's books are (she's been writing longer and longer books so I guess the whole story can go in one, so the last few have been free-standing though still using familiar characters).  I want to also mention that there's a reason I'm not reviewing this on my KidLit day, and that's because to my mind it's well beyond Middle Grade and definitely into Young Adult territory (as in fact I think many of her books are, as the characters move out of childhood and deal with adult issues, including sex).

Now before I can go on with my review I'm going to have to talk about sex, violence, and kids' books.  I want to be clear: I think that the way Pierce handles sex and violence is really, really good.  And starting from maybe age 12 or 13, I think most of her books offer some really good ways to think about real issues that real kids do think about.  But not in grade school.

That said: in this book there is no explicit sex.  There are a few subtle hints of sexual violence, and at least one consensual couple going off into the dark together (they are definitely adults, and who cares if they do it?), but it's all handled in ways that wouldn't bother me for the 9-12 set.  The real thing that gave me pause was the violence.  Rather, the war.  To be sure, it's not generally super graphic, but I was left with images in my head (as were Briart, Evvy and Rosethorn) that I hope will fade fairly soon.  Maybe a bit much for kids.  I am aware that there are a number of books in the Juvenile section of our library that deal with war, real and imagined, in ways as graphic or more so.  I wonder about them, too, sometimes.  It's a choice for a parent to make, I think.

So, taking the book as it is, and leaving aside the question of whether it's really Juvvy lit, I have to say I was totally caught up in the story.  Tamora Pierce is a wonderful storyteller, and not only are we pre-disposed to care about the main characters, she continues to develop them in ways that make them human and interesting.  If I have any criticisms, it would be that the story felt a little one-dimensional.  The war absorbed everything.  Having written that, it sounds stupid: war does have a way of doing that.  But seriously, I think more needed to happen inside the characters, or something, because it just felt. . . thin.  I am not sure that a person who came to this without having read the other books in the series would either follow it as well or care as much.

On reflection, maybe what it felt like was a book that wanted to be adult, and really dive into what was going on as an adult, but kept holding back because it's supposed to be for kids.  That's a tough place for an author to be.  And the bottom line?  Whatever criticism I might have in the cold light of day, I sat up very late reading this two or three nights in a row, because darn it, it's a good story!



Sunday, November 17, 2013

The Title is Settled, and no more debate!

Okay, not only did the poll decide it--just barely--but my Mom confirmed it: the title of the new book (previewed Friday) will be Death By Ice Cream.

Here's the rationale, as thought out by one of my friends, in a nutshell: Death By Ice Cream "is unabashedly cutesy cozy."  And that's the right tone.  I'm not sure if "cutesy" is 100% on, but I do want a potential reader to see at once that there's nothing hard-boiled about this mystery.  Mom felt that The Corpse in the Cooler could as easily be a bit grim, but the whole ice cream thing pretty securely anchors it in the cozy section.  And that's where I want it to be.  She also noted that much would depend on the cover, which must indicate a hint of the absurd.

So, that settled, I'm off to the cover artist.  By the way, I had said elsewhere that I would give an ARC to the person who suggested the winning title.  Oddly, as far as I can tell, Death By Ice Cream was my suggestion.  If anyone knows better, let me know.  And I'll send a copy to the runner-up, Charlene from the Goodreads.com Cozy Mysteries group (who came up with The Corpse in the Cooler, truly a great title as well!), instead.

Thanks to everyone who helped!  Your input and thought really did help me get a grip on what the title should be and do, as well as which one it should be.

Here's to many more goofy mysteries with the Pismawallops Island PTA!

Friday, November 15, 2013

Fiction Friday: Sneak peak at Death By Ice Cream

Well, the poll has made a fairly strong showing for Death By Ice Cream for the title of my new mystery.  I have to say, I'm still waffling a little.  I really do like The Corpse in the Cooler.  And really the voting is pretty evenly split.  I  may let my Mom decide.

Either way, it's time to reward those who've been helping me decide, or fail to decide, with a sneak preview of the first few pages of the book, as they currently stand.  There are still two or three more steps to go through before this is ready for release (another overall edit to check the changes I made, a read-aloud to find things that just don't sound right, and a final proof reading at the least).  But this is far enough along to share.  So, in place of Flash Fiction Friday, I offer. . .

Sneak Preview Friday!  (Bet you thought I'd go for the alliteration and make it Sneak Preview Saturday.  Ha!  Fooled you!)


DEATH BY ICE CREAM

Chapter One: Everybody Wanted Her Gone

“Curse it, Kitty, do something about that woman!”
To emphasize my point, I pounded my fist on the battered and scarred table between us, banging hard enough to make Maddy’s cell phone jump.  Kitty Padgett flinched, her chair scraping as she tried to shift a bit farther from me.  My hand stung from the blow.  Instead of apologizing, though I felt bad for startling her, I glared at our PTA President and waited. 
“But—” Kitty waved her hands vaguely.  Kitty was my best friend, but I couldn’t deny that sometimes she was way more mouse than cat.  Her lack of spine increased my irritation, so I pushed on.
“If she quits the Yearbook, fine, we’ll manage.  I’ll do it myself it I have to.”  Everyone gasped, shocked by what I had just said.  But it was too late to take it back.  Desperate cases call for desperate measures. 
A chance gripe session among friends had morphed into an emergency meeting of the Orcaville High School PTA.  We four—me and Kitty, Maddy and Carlos—had gravitated to the teachers’ room to plot damage control, and now I’d put my foot in it.  I took a deep breath and stuck to my guns.  I didn’t like to back down, even from myself.  “Letitia LeMoine is boorish, overbearing, and opinionated, and she’s alienating everyone in the PTA.  Heck, everyone on this Island!”
“She sure is.”  That was Carlos Hernandez, our Secretary.  We all looked at him and he shrugged.  “She tells me I am not smart enough to run the Spring Faire.  And that my English is not good enough to be Secretary.”  Carlos spoke with a slight accent, but his English was better than that of most people who post opinions on the Internet.  “I do not need that crap.”
Carlos’s complaint unleashed the feelings Madeleine Takahira had been keeping politely bottled up.  Before Kitty could offer Carlos reassurances that his English was quite good enough for us, Maddy was airing her own gripes.
“She thinks I’m no good!  She says my books are a total mess.”
Kitty and I exchanged glances.  We’d known Letitia LeMoine’s opinion about Maddy’s bookkeeping, but hadn’t known she’d insulted Maddy to her face.  Matters had gotten even worse than I’d thought.  It didn’t matter that Letitia was right about Maddy’s skills as Treasurer.  If anything needed saying, it was Kitty, not Letitia who should have brought it up.  Kitty hadn’t, because Maddy knew she had a problem.  What on earth was LeMoine trying to do, anyway?
“She said she didn’t know anyone could be so incompetent!”  Maddy sniffed and swallowed hard.  I hoped she could keep her tears under control.  Sloppy emotions make me cranky.  “I can’t help it if I have trouble with numbers,” Maddy nearly wailed.  But she didn’t cry.
I took a deep breath, tapped into some store of patience I didn’t know I had, and reached out a hand.  “Okay, Maddy. I’ll help you straighten out the books.  I just wish you’d come to me sooner.”  She pulled out a tissue and blew her nose.  For just a moment, I wondered if she was bothered by more than accusations of incompetence.  I dismissed the idea as soon as I’d thought it.  Mrs. Loudmouth’s bullying was justification enough for tears, at least for someone as sensitive as Maddy Takahira. 
“We were just fine until That Woman came along.”  Maddy’s thoughts echoed my own.
“Yeah,” Carlos agreed. 
“Like I said, Kitty,” I began.
Kitty Padgett sighed.  She knew we were right.  She just hates conflict even more than I hate tears.  “Okay, okay.  You guys are right.  But I hate to do it.”  She eyed me.  As her VP, I’m supposed to do whatever needs doing.  “Can’t you talk to her, JJ?”
“Do you really think that’s a good plan?”
“No.”  She sighed again.  Kitty’d known me for seven years, ever since I came to Pismawallops Island.  She knew tact wasn’t one of my strengths.  She might even have wondered if it was in my vocabulary.  “Okay, I’ll talk to her.  She really does need to back off and let other people work in their own way.”
“Truer words were never spoken,” I encouraged.  “You’re the President.  We do not need someone who makes everyone else want to leave.”
I must’ve been a little firmer in tone than I’d realized, because Annette Waverly, the principal, stuck her blonde head in the door just then, an unseemly wrinkle of concern creasing her carefully made-up face.
“Is everything quite alright?  I thought I heard someone, ah, yelling?”
Nobody was yelling.  Just being . . . emphatic. 
“Everything’s fine,” Kitty assured her before I could say anything to further upset the principal’s equanimity.
“Okay, then.”  Annette’s face reorganized itself into something like a smile.  “I’ll leave you to it, then.”  She withdrew, closing the door gently, in exaggerated contrast to my banging and raised voice.
“Should I have told her about Ms. L?” Kitty wanted to know.
We all shrugged.  Ms. Waverly was new that year and still, in April, something of an unknown quantity.  Nor was the Vice Principal, Elvis Fingal, likely to be much use.  If he were, it would be a first.
“I think it would not be helpful,” said Carlos.  As the school custodian, he was in the best position to know how the principal would react.  “It would just upset her.  You talk to Mrs. L., Kitty, and it will be okay.  You are good with people, you know.”
Kitty sighed, unconvinced by the compliment.  “If only she’d at least learn to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’  But there you are.  If she did, she’d be someone different, wouldn’t she?”  Kitty got to her feet.  “The Orcaville PTA is not going to kowtow to Letitia LeMoine, even if she is from the City, and we’re just Islanders.”  Out here in Puget Sound, Seattle was the Big City, even for those of us up closer to Bellingham.
From what I’d heard, Ms. L. probably was a bit more local than she let on, but I wasn’t going to bring that up just now.  It was enough that Kitty was ready to stand up and put the woman in her place before she could make a complete mess of our PTA.  I just hoped she wouldn’t get all huffy and quit the Yearbook, because I really, really did not want that job.

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