Monday 9 December 2013

FRIDAY BROWN

I've been trying to work my way through the youth fiction which was short listed (or successful) for The Children's Book Council Awards this year. Hence, this title! I'm two thirds in and I'm finding the story captivating.

From the opening pages tension is created by finding out that the protagonist, Friday Brown, comes from a long line of women who have died by drowning. From here we journey with this young misfit as she tries to find her place in the world once her mum is dead. She eventually falls in with a band of street-wise young people who take her under their wings...
The 'gang' have just taken a road trip and ended up in a derelict town. Lord knows what's going to become of them! There's not even drinking water! I'm seriously worried.
Somehow I don't think I'm doing justice to the excellent story line. All I can say is, this is a great read and it's really well written.

Miss ^__^

    A leaf floated up and landed in my hair. It was perfect, still green, fallen too soon.
    Darcy came through the trapdoor about ten minutes later. She sashayed off on high heels, swinging a strappy handbag as if she was on her way to a garden party and I wasn't even there. Suddenly she stopped side-on and looked back. There were several bald patches on her scalp the size of dollar coins.
    'You don't belong here with us,' she said.
    'Don't I know it.' Under my breath.
    'Just go, why don't you.'
    'Am I such a threat to you, Darcy?' I stood up and brushed dead leaves off my backside. I tried to keep my cool and not look like I was completely without gumption at the same time. What I really wanted to do was rip some more of her hair out.   (pp.121-2) 
Friday Brown 

Monday 2 December 2013

Dying To Know You

Dying to Know YouI'm half way through, but decided a mid point post was in order.
Boys, this one's not for you. It is a romance and it highlights the fundamental difference between the sexes - girls 'emote'; boys 'act'.
I found the premise to be implausible. In spite of that I have 'willingly suspended my disbelief' to work with the author as he painstakingly unearths the layers involved in 'falling hopelessly in love'.
Girls, I think you will enjoy this one, and I'd be keen to find out if you think the author gets it right.

     We slept that night better than any before.
     I was woken by Karl at dawn. There was just enough light filtering into the tent for me to see him. I have to explain that he had woken me each day at that time to make love, because he liked it best then. Afterwards we'd go to sleep again. I won't say I didn't like it because I did, but for Karl it was a special time and he was always urgent then... (pp.114-5)

TMI???

Cheers,
Miss ^__^