Stupid TS Eliot. The man may be umpteen years dead but he's taken over my life in a major way this month. Him and his Waste Land. Since when are poems fifty pages long?? Thus, actual books read have mostly been college realted because of my lovely essay about TS Eliot being mad. His wife was having an affair with Bertram Russell, fact fans.
Anyway, I have managed to buy a massive stack of books but only a couple have actually been read: Siren by Patricia Rayburn, Divergent by Veronica Roth and The Name of the Star by Maureen Johnson. Siren was excellent, as was Divergent but they've been reviewed to kingdom come so I won't review them now. Even though I loved Tris and Four a ridiculous amount and have already ordered the sequel to Siren (it'll be here sometime next week, along with my copy of Jekyll Loves Hyde by Beth Fantaskey).
The Name of The Star I hadn't heard of til I picked it up on my way into work last weekend. I'm amazed I hadn't; it was a great read and worthy of much more attention than it's getting here in Dublin. I know Maureen Johnson is much more popular in the US though, so maybe that's why.
I'll give you the basics: the story is about a girl from Louisiana who moves to a London boarding school at the same time that a Jack the Ripper copycat killer is stalking the city. Then it emerges that the killer may be a ghost. Sounds a bit out there but honestly, give this one a go. I loved it. It was all very Torchwood in the second half, according to my friend who is a huge fan of the series. I'm inclined to agree, even though it was so much more than that. The characters in this book are so believeable, too. Always a bonus.
I'm also on the hunt for any other novels that feature Jack the Ripper. I like to read in themes, see. I read Lost by Gregory Maguire a while back and that was in the same vein, but I'm on a mission now.
Next in my reading pile: By Midnight by Mia James, Starcrossed by J.Angelini and about forty modernist novels for college. Wish me luck.
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