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Then Kelsier reveals his ultimate dream, not just the greatest heist in history, but the downfall of the divine despot.īut even with the best criminal crew ever assembled, Kel's plan looks more like the ultimate long shot, until luck brings a ragged girl named Vin into his life. Kelsier recruited the underworld's elite, the smartest and most trustworthy allomancers, each of whom shares one of his many powers, and all of whom relish a high-stakes challenge. A brilliant thief and natural leader, he turned his talents to the ultimate caper, with the Lord Ruler himself as the mark. Kelsier "snapped" and found in himself the powers of a Mistborn. Then, when hope was so long lost that not even its memory remained, a terribly scarred, heart-broken half-Skaa rediscovered it in the depths of the Lord Ruler's most hellish prison. For a thousand years the Lord Ruler, the "Sliver of Infinity," reigned with absolute power and ultimate terror, divinely invincible. For a thousand years the Skaa slaved in misery and lived in fear. What if the whole world were a dead, blasted wasteland?įor a thousand years the ash fell and no flowers bloomed. If by chance you picked this up for the same reasons, you’re out of luck.Ĭrank Palace is the story of Newt, a six-year old who has lost his friends, but is still stuck in the same imaginary world of a disease that not only drives people insane, but also kills them. I was hoping that this would help fill in some gaps, help us understand the Flare, and provide some insight into Newt’s motivations behind his departure and his friends’ journey without him. I wanted the closure, that the final book failed to provide. I picked this up because I wasn’t fully on board with the Flare, and everything that happened in the original trilogy. So you see, I’m providing an important service. These two will help a reader on the fence decide if a book is ultimately right for them. Many thanks to Riverdale Books and NetGalley, through which they provided me an ARC! All opinions are my own.įor every outstanding, glowing, 5-star review, there will be a dissenting opinion. I was kindly furnished an advance copy in return for a fair and honest review (I thought). May contain minor spoilers for the Maze Runner series. a man with a particle of mercy in his soul would not have beaten even a dog so cruelly” (Northup 17). “Still he plied the lash without stint upon my poor body, until it seemed that the lacerated flesh was stripped from my bones at every stroke. Northup’s story was very helpful to the abolitionist movement as it showed America slavery from a slave’s perspective. This book was written at a time when slavery was a very controversial issue. Solomon Northup worked at Epps’ plantation for 10 years before he was eventually located and freed. Ford who he worked under for two years before moving to Epp’s plantation. Solomon was then moved to New Orleans with a few other slaves where they were auctioned off. The slaver beat Solomon Northup with a wooden paddle until he stopped speaking of being born free. Solomon Northup refused to comply with the slaver, insisting instead that he was a free man with rights. It’s here the dirty truth of slavery begins to show itself to the reader. and he woke up in a slave pen beneath the city streets. and offered to pay him for every night he played his violin. They wanted him to accompany them on their way to Washington D.C. In 1841, he was approached by two men claiming to belong to a traveling circus. He was well known locally for his skills as a violinist. Solomon Northup was a free man living in New York State. While the story has been told before, it comes across as unfailingly real and even the surprise ending conforms to the lifelike atmosphere. The teen's conflicted perceptions of his role as father, friend and son, as well as his future aspirations, are intermittently droll and wrenching. Flashbacks effectively fill in the missing pieces of the story, recalling the evolution of Sam's relationship with Brittany, Max's mother Claire's presence in his eight-grade English class his mother's last days fighting cancer a memorable childhood fishing expedition with his parents his first glimpse of the newborn Max and his resolve to keep the baby when Brittany decides to give him up for adoption. Sam finds much-needed companionship when Claire, whom he has quietly admired for years, shows up at his school with a baby of her own. He and 11-month-old Max live with Sam's largely uncommunicative widowed father, who has agreed to support them until Sam graduates high school and takes a construction job. A senior at an alternative high school that offers day care, Sam struggles to juggle his responsibilities as a parent and student. Sam, a 17-year-old unwed father, is the candid, unusually likable narrator of Bechard's ( If It Doesn't Kill You) involving novel. Urn:lcp:weareallcomplete0000fowl_f0e2:epub:3a20abbd-bddc-4b40-8e30-b71857ce4b13 Foldoutcount 0 Identifier weareallcomplete0000fowl_f0e2 Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t14n8wx74 Invoice 1652 Isbn 9780399162091ġ846689651 Lccn 2013000988 Ocr tesseract 4.1.1 Ocr_detected_lang en Ocr_detected_lang_conf 1.0000 Ocr_detected_script Latin Ocr_detected_script_conf 0.9748 Ocr_module_version 0.0.7 Ocr_parameters -l eng Old_pallet IA19888 Openlibrary_edition From book jacketĨ books (310 pages 22 cm) - Contents list - Author biography & list of additional resources - Discussion questions - Sign-up sheet - Book kit policy & Suggestions for use of kitĪccess-restricted-item true Addeddate 20:09:26 Boxid IA40002615 Camera Sony Alpha-A6300 (Control) Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier And Fern her sister, an endearing chimpanzee, her accomplice in all their childhood mischief, has come to a far more terrible fate than their family could ever have imagined. And her once lively mother is a shell of her former self her clever and imperious father now a distant, brooding man. Now her older brother is a fugitive, wanted by the FBI for domestic terrorism. It changed Rosemary and it destroyed her family. Something happened, something so awful she has buried it in the recesses of her mind. As a child, she never stopped talking as a young woman, she has wrapped herself in silence: the silence of intentional forgetting, of protective cover. Balram’s father died on the floor of the hospital without ever seeing a doctor.Ī month later, Kishan was married. Because of a corrupt scheme that allows doctors to make extra money at private hospitals while ignoring the village hospital, thy rarely visit. There, they found a decrepit building where countless ill and injured people sat on newspapers, waiting in vain for a doctor to arrive. Because there was no hospital in Laxmangarh, Balram and Kishan had to take Vikram to the government hospital across the river. He tells of his father's miserable death from tuberculosis, which he contracted after years of pulling rickshaws in a polluted environment. Ashok in the coal-mining city of Dhanbad, where he went after his father died. Despite committing the atrocious act, he insists he would never speak ill of the man, and will always protect his good name.īalram worked for Mr. As the man's murderer, Balram feels responsible for, and even “possessive,” of Mr. Ashok’s wife, Pinky Madam, is just as good-looking as her husband was. Ashok was a six-foot-tall, broad-shouldered man who was always kind and gentle to those around him. Ashok and admitted that the act probably led to the murder of his own family in retribution, Balram next describes his former employers. The boy didn’t say anything because he didn’t hear his mother, the images he’d seen filled his head, blocking out everything else. When the lights came on, the boy was still staring at the blank movie screen and might have stayed that way if his parents hadn’t pulled him from the theater.Īll the way home his mother kept wondering out loud what sorts of parents the boy’s friends had if they’d allowed them see such a horrible movie. His mother had wanted to leave immediately after the first disinterred corpse, but his father was made of sterner stuff and began a whispered mantra ‘it’s just a movie’ that lasted until the flames consumed the man-made creature. It wasn’t a school night and they’d also wanted to see the film so hand in hand, they took him to see a man stitched together from the bodies of the dead and brought to life. It’d been a lie, of course, but whether his parents believed him or not it didn’t matter. We’d met one night when the old man was still a boy-a very precocious and imaginative boy who had somehow convinced his parents to take him to a movie that he’d said all his friends had already seen. He has outlived all his kith and kin and is dying alone.except for me. The old man is dying as I stand at the foot of his bed and watch. A single lamp burns on the bedside table, illuminating a face I barely recognize. The old man is dying in a white room that smells faintly of alcohol swabs and disinfectant and, if I take a deep enough breathe, of urine and decay. There was also quite a bit of “potion” talk that basically involved making tea infused with essential oils such as lavender or peppermint rather than any eye of newt or tongue of frog. I don’t love kids generally (in fiction or in real life) so it really takes some doing to get me to love stories about them (see the aforementioned Klune or The Guncle as recent exceptions to the rule). There’s a houseful of other characters – including a handsome sourpuss, natch, but none of which were very developed. The story here involves, you guessed it, a witch who gets recruited to come tutor a trio of children witches in an attempt to teach them how to harness their power. Sadly, this was a pretty sad copycat of T.J. I picked this up for the title and cover alone when it was offered to me and I was planning October-y reads. I mean really that’s all to be said here. I liked this one better when it was called The House in the Cerulean Sea. And why throw shade on the young male victim of a far greater tragedy than any of the characters were supposed to care about here by the way? That didn't make a lick of sense! The "plot twists" were obvious, the ghosts were garish, underdeveloped, and unresolved. And the nerdy/intellectual girl meets brooding sexy man thing is the same overdone scenario in any tween book that's been written. The characters were barely even likeable. Instead I'll broadly state: The drive behind every character was unrealistic. And I'm not talking about the ghosts! I'm not going to do well giving examples without spoilers, so Im not going to try. This story had great building blocks: Haunted motel, unsolved mystery, unresolved family history, female sleuths who confront the supernatural whilst solving these hitherto unknowns! I see the term "fell flat" a lot in reviews. So perhaps there's a difference in target audience with this one(?), as well as a difference in my expectation as a fan of Simone St. I also don't understand the rave reviews! I did notice that a lot of the popular reviewers of this book have not reviewed any of this author's other works. James' other books with my utter disappointment in this one. I'm having a hard time reconciling my adoration for Simone St. |