Saturday, 30 June 2018

Monthly Summary; June 2018

I've decided to make a new monthly feature on my blog. In the end of each month I'll write a post on the books I've read and gotten my hands on during said month and I'll start this feature today.

Books I've read this month
The Quiche and the Dead by Kirsten Weiss
The Secret by Katerina Diamond
Mørkets testament (The Hush) by John Hart
My Crunchy Life by Mia Kerrick
The Chalk Pit by Elly Griffiths
Menssmerter (Evening Primrose) by Kopano Matlwa

Books I've purchased/been given
Harry Potter and the Philisopher's Stane by J. K. Rowling (purchased)
The Arrow Chest by Robert Stephen Parry (won at a readathon)
You by Caroline Kepnes (purchased)
Djevelens rytter (Den siste vikingkonge #2) by Jan Ove Ekeberg (press copy from the publisher)
Bjørnejegerskens bekjennelser by Berit Hedemann (press copy from the publisher)
Et dødelig mørke (A Dark So Deadly) by Stuart MacBride (press copy from the publisher)

Friday, 29 June 2018

Book Blitz; Cardboard Castles by K. L. Young

Book Blogger Hop; Instagram and Bookish People

It's Friday and perhaps time for a new Book Blogger Hop post, courtesy of Ramblings of a Coffee Addicted Writer. The question of the week was "Do you have an Instagram account? If so, do you only follow book folks?".


Even though I have an Instagram account and do follow a good deal of bookish people, I also follow a lot of other accounts as well. As I'm a bit of a history geek, I do love to follow the historians James Holland, Dan Snow and Mike Pavelec.


Et innlegg delt av James Holland (@jamesholland1940)






Et innlegg delt av Mike Pavelec (@historymike)

Wednesday, 27 June 2018

Book Blitz; Nightmare of the Clans by Pamela E. Cash

My Favourite... Book Blog To Visit

It's Wednesday and time for a new My Favourite... post, courtesy of Maureen's Books. The theme of the week is favourite book blog to visit.


I enjoy quite a number of book blogs, but one of my favourites are Paper Fury, especially with all those colourful photos and sometimes hilarious posts.

Tuesday, 26 June 2018

Release Blitz; Oak Seer by Craig Comer

About Oak Seer

Thrust into the public eye as the “Green Lady,” Effie of Glen Coe has become a living legend, the fey woman who saved Scotland from devastation. But to some, she’s a threat to human existence and a traitor to fey-kind.
Determined more than ever to forge a peace between fey and humans, Effie finds herself navigating a realm increasingly divided. The lords of London have other plans, and once again Effie is pulled into a quagmire of politics and greed. She must stand against plots to remove her kind from the shores of the empire and madmen who murder fey without regard.
Even worse, heinous cults have arisen, enthralled by an unseen enemy. With violent thugs and unruly mobs all around, wits and courage are not enough. Effie must become something more than herself, an Oak Seer, a fey mantle long lost. But can she survive long enough to claim it?

Author Bio

Craig Comer is the author of the gaslamp fantasy series A FEY MATTER, which includes THE LAIRD OF DUNCAIRN and OAK SEER. He is a co-author of the mosaic fantasy novel THE ROADS TO BALDAIRN MOTTE. Craig earned a Master’s Degree in Writing from the University of Southern California and enjoys tramping across countries in his spare time, preferably those strewn with pubs and castles. His website is: https://craigcomer.com/

Links

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An excerpt from Oak Seer - Chapter One

Heavy spring rains flooded the road to Langmire. The village sprouted to the north of Stirling along the River Teith. It smelled old to Effie, full of moldy timbers, damp leaves, and rusting iron. The collection of buildings, crofters’ homes mostly, sagged like the slumped back of a crone. Grey smoke wafted from a few blackened chimneys that sprouted from thatched roofs. Someone baked fresh bread. She caught it on the wind, and another something sweeter. Eager for a warm hearth and a cup of honeyed tea, she licked her parched lips. She’d travelled a full day to reach the village. She’d come because Conall Murray had begged her, because without her an innocent woman would hang.
In the heart of the village grew a stout oak. Muckle Ben the locals called it, Effie had once heard. They’d carved a Green Man into its bark long ago, during a time when such things held power. Now banners pronouncing some celebration hung from its limbs more often than not, but none remained there currently. Its trunk stood as somber as an undertaker. Chickens picked at worms in the upturned soil near its roots, and a lone hound howled at the rustling leaves as the branches creaked above.
Fergus Alpin hacked into his handkerchief, a wet, miserable noise she’d had to contend with the entire journey from Stirling. The Fey Finder sat across from her in the steam carriage’s tight compartment. His wrinkled face was spotted and thin, and he kept tugging his coat tighter about his frail bones. She tried to avoid his gaze, but nothing adorned the compartment for her to study, and she could only stare out the window for so long before feeling rude.
“I’ll do the speaking,” the man said. “You will remain silent.” The quiver at his lip turned into another fit of hacking, yet she still heard his mumbling. “Send a fey to catch a fey, and one with paps at that!”
The steam carriage rocked and bounced, splashing through the flooded road as if fording a stony riverbed. Its benches were worn and hard, the padding flattened from years of service. A lightly stained wood paneling formed its walls, floor, and roof. The boiler at the rear of the carriage warmed the compartment, but at the expense of the coal smoke that clouded the air.
Effie shifted to relieve her sore hips. Her eyes narrowed. “The Fey Finder General bade me accompany you, Mr. Alpin, and not so I would stand and do nothing.” She tried to keep the bite from her tongue. Of Fey Finders, Alpin was a journeyman and not a zealot. At least there was that. He sought not to be bothered rather than possessing the fiery hatred common to his profession.
She pressed her palms into the cushion on either side of her, to steady herself. It still marveled her she could sit so close to a Sniffer, a man the crown tasked with hunting down malevolent fey. Malevolent, as if they knew what the word meant. They hunted all with fey blood, and as a Sithling—one with the ancient blood of the Daoine Sith coursing through her—that included her. But things had changed after Caldwell House, and she had a need to trust where once she dared not. The fierce battle there had forced the lords of the empire to open their eyes. They could not rest on centuries of intolerance any longer. They had to welcome the fey into society’s ranks and accept a permanent treaty. They had witnessed the fate awaiting them if they did not.
Effie’s heart warmed. If the lords of the empire could learn to trust, so could she, and perhaps the Scottish fey would live freely for the first time in millennia.
Alpin’s jaw worked. He’d likely never had someone with paps stand up to him. Most Scots of either gender avoided Sniffers as if they carried the plague. “Look here, Miss Effie,” he snapped. “I’ll not have it. You may dine with the likes of lords, but you’re not in some grand procession here. I know the hearts of these gentle folk better than you ever will, and I will not banter with the mind of a devious hag.”
“When you see one, I’m sure,” said Effie, not knowing whether the man had meant her or the poor Spae Wife they’d come to question.
Heavy spring rains flooded the road to Langmire. The village sprouted to the north of Stirling along the River Teith. It smelled old to Effie, full of moldy timbers, damp leaves, and rusting iron. The collection of buildings, crofters’ homes mostly, sagged like the slumped back of a crone. Grey smoke wafted from a few blackened chimneys that sprouted from thatched roofs. Someone baked fresh bread. She caught it on the wind, and another something sweeter. Eager for a warm hearth and a cup of honeyed tea, she licked her parched lips. She’d travelled a full day to reach the village. She’d come because Conall Murray had begged her, because without her an innocent woman would hang.
In the heart of the village grew a stout oak. Muckle Ben the locals called it, Effie had once heard. They’d carved a Green Man into its bark long ago, during a time when such things held power. Now banners pronouncing some celebration hung from its limbs more often than not, but none remained there currently. Its trunk stood as somber as an undertaker. Chickens picked at worms in the upturned soil near its roots, and a lone hound howled at the rustling leaves as the branches creaked above.
Fergus Alpin hacked into his handkerchief, a wet, miserable noise she’d had to contend with the entire journey from Stirling. The Fey Finder sat across from her in the steam carriage’s tight compartment. His wrinkled face was spotted and thin, and he kept tugging his coat tighter about his frail bones. She tried to avoid his gaze, but nothing adorned the compartment for her to study, and she could only stare out the window for so long before feeling rude.
“I’ll do the speaking,” the man said. “You will remain silent.” The quiver at his lip turned into another fit of hacking, yet she still heard his mumbling. “Send a fey to catch a fey, and one with paps at that!”
The steam carriage rocked and bounced, splashing through the flooded road as if fording a stony riverbed. Its benches were worn and hard, the padding flattened from years of service. A lightly stained wood paneling formed its walls, floor, and roof. The boiler at the rear of the carriage warmed the compartment, but at the expense of the coal smoke that clouded the air.
Effie shifted to relieve her sore hips. Her eyes narrowed. “The Fey Finder General bade me accompany you, Mr. Alpin, and not so I would stand and do nothing.” She tried to keep the bite from her tongue. Of Fey Finders, Alpin was a journeyman and not a zealot. At least there was that. He sought not to be bothered rather than possessing the fiery hatred common to his profession.
She pressed her palms into the cushion on either side of her, to steady herself. It still marveled her she could sit so close to a Sniffer, a man the crown tasked with hunting down malevolent fey. Malevolent, as if they knew what the word meant. They hunted all with fey blood, and as a Sithling—one with the ancient blood of the Daoine Sith coursing through her—that included her. But things had changed after Caldwell House, and she had a need to trust where once she dared not. The fierce battle there had forced the lords of the empire to open their eyes. They could not rest on centuries of intolerance any longer. They had to welcome the fey into society’s ranks and accept a permanent treaty. They had witnessed the fate awaiting them if they did not.
Effie’s heart warmed. If the lords of the empire could learn to trust, so could she, and perhaps the Scottish fey would live freely for the first time in millennia.
Alpin’s jaw worked. He’d likely never had someone with paps stand up to him. Most Scots of either gender avoided Sniffers as if they carried the plague. “Look here, Miss Effie,” he snapped. “I’ll not have it. You may dine with the likes of lords, but you’re not in some grand procession here. I know the hearts of these gentle folk better than you ever will, and I will not banter with the mind of a devious hag.”
“When you see one, I’m sure,” said Effie, not knowing whether the man had meant her or the poor Spae Wife they’d come to question.

Top Ten Tuesday; Series I've Given Up On/Don't Plan to Finish

It's Tuesday and time for a new Top Ten Tuesday post, courtesy of That Artsy Reader Girl. The theme of the week was series I've given up on/don't plan to finish. I might add that even though I loved most of the books/series I'm going to mention, it doesn't mean I want to finish them.

Feyland by Anthea Sharp

Jonathan Harker by Christopher Draven

The Daniela Story by Lucina Stone

Forests of the Fae by K. Kibbee

Shadowside by Michelle Belanger

Chronicles of Warshard by Katherine Bogle

Jordinia by C. K. Brooke

John Shakespeare by Rory Clements

The Midnight Agency by Matthew Angelo

The Dark Profit Saga by J. Zackary Pike

Monday, 25 June 2018

Review; The Witch Doesn't Burn in this One (Women are some kind of magic #2) by Amanda Lovelace

I was fortunate enough to recieve an ARC of The Witch Doesn't Burn in this One (Women are some kind of magic #2) by Amanda Lovelace through Netgallery in exchange for an honest review, in which I will post today.

Description from Goodreads
The witch: supernaturally powerful, inscrutably independent, and now—indestructible. These moving, relatable poems encourage resilience and embolden women to take control of their own stories. Enemies try to judge, oppress, and marginalize her, but the witch doesn’t burn in this one.

My Thoughts on the Book
What I really enjoyed about this poetry collection is the straight-forwardness and feminist aspect. The poems can be empowering, even those which deals with rape, abuse and other crappy stuff.



Sunday, 24 June 2018

Omtale; Jenta uten hud av Mads Peder Nordbo

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I forbindelse med både Literary Voyage Around the World Reading Challenge (Grønland), Library Love Challenge og Cloak and Dagger Mystery Challenge, endte jeg opp med å lese krimromanen Jenta uten hud av Mads Peder Nordbo, som jeg lånte på biblioteket. I dag kommer omtalen av romanen.

Beskrivelse fra forlaget
Om ondskap, familier og årsaker til å drepe. Matthew Cave er en dansk journalist i slutten av tjueårene. Han har mistet livsgnisten etter at hans samboer og deres ufødte barn døde i en trafikkulykke. Flukten fra virkeligheten har drevet ham til Nuuk, Grønland. Det eneste sporet han har etter sin amerikanske far, er et tjue år gammelt postkort, som faren sendte fra Thulebasen før han forsvant. Matthew har fått jobb i den lokale avisen, og blir sendt til kanten av innlandsisen for å dekke oppdagelsen av en mumifisert viking. Alt tyder på en verdenssensasjon, og det lille samfunnet holder pusten av spenning. Men kaoset bryter løs da mumien forsvinner og politimannen som sto vakt, blir funnet drept. Matthew kommer på sporet av fire identiske drap i 1973, som har forbindelse til to elleve år gamle jenter som sporløst forsvant. Alle sakene har tydeligvis noe med hverandre å gjøre, og Matthews etterforskning skaper snart problemer for ham. Den eneste han tør å stole på, er en ung grønlandsk kvinne, som akkurat er løslatt etter å ha sonet tolv år i fengsel for å ha drept sin egen far. Jenta uten hud er en krim fra Grønland som har vakt internasjonal oppsikt.

Mine tanker om boka
Jenta uten hud er en sånn bok som jeg slukte i løpet av en kveld, såpass spennende var den. Den er til tider noe grotesk, men allikevel fascinerende. Jeg fikk også sansen for enkelte av karakterene i boka, blant annet Matthew. I tillegg fikk jeg følelsen av at landskapet og settingen til en viss grad forsterket følelsen av det uhyggelige i boka, og forfatteren klarte fint å beskrive naturen og menneskene.

Saturday, 23 June 2018

Omtale; Charlotte av David Foenkinos

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For en liten stund tilbake var jeg såpass heldig at jeg fikk tilsendt et leseeksemplar av boka Charlotte av David Foenkinos fra forlaget og nå kommer omtalen.

Beskrivelse fra forlaget
«Hun er vant til å skjule skrammene. 
Også de ferskeste, de som svir mest. Hun vet bedre enn noen annen hvordan man tildekker smerten. Vant til at lidelsene kommer på rekke og rad.» 

I denne romanen beskriver David Foenkinos det vakre og tragiske livet til den tysk-jødiske kunstmaleren Charlotte Salomon. 


Charlotte vokser opp i Berlin i mellomkrigstiden. Med sitt spesielle kunstneriske talent blir hun 1936 den eneste jøden som får dispensasjon til å gå på Kunstakademiet. Samtidig møter hun sitt livs kjærlighet, den flyktige og ustadige Alfred. Forfølgelse og usikkerhet gjør at Charlotte blir tvunget til å forlate familien og Alfred og flykte til Frankrike. Det er her hun maler historien sin inn i et livsverk på mange hundre malerier, og det er gjennom kunsten hun finner styrke og trøst til å klare hverdagen. 

Charlotte er en roman om et eksepsjonelt liv, et uvanlig talent og et geni, om en families mørke hemmeligheter, forfølgelse, kjærlighet, kunst og besettelse.


Mine tanker om boka
Boka har noe lyrisk over seg, noe som gjorde at det var veldig kjekt å lese den, men følte den var i krysningspunktet mellom roman og biografi. Om ikke annet blir en til en viss grad kjent med Charlotte Salomon, i den grad en kan det med en roman.


Maleriet Kristallnacht, via Wikipedia

Friday, 22 June 2018

Book Tour & Giveaway; Magick Run Amok by Sharon Pape


Magick Run Amok
An Abracadabra Mystery Book 3
by Sharon Pape
Genre: Cozy Paranormal Mystery
The answer to whodunit may lie beyond the veil . . .


November in upstate New York can be chilly, but Kailyn Wilde’s shop, Abracadabra, is a cozy respite where you can find lotions, potions, and plenty of warm, feline company. But what customers don’t know is that the proprietor has some unusual powers—and unusual friends, including the renowned magician Merlin, who’s been transported into the modern world. All of which comes in handy when there’s a murder to be solved . . .
Investigative journalist Ryan Cutler has perished in a car accident in New Camel, and his friend, Travis, suspects foul play—especially when the reporter’s notes reveal a mysterious list of dead men’s names. Kailyn wants to help, but she’s also got her hands full with the curmudgeonly Merlin, who’s not exactly maintaining a low profile. Between keeping the wizard under wraps and mixing up cold remedies that work like magic, she’ll have to tap into her many talents to figure out a killer’s fatal formula . . .
A charming, must-read mystery with enchanting characters. A fun and entertaining page turner.”—Rose Pressey, USA Today bestselling author





That Olde White Magick
An Abracadabra Mystery Book 2

It’s time to work her crime-solving magic again . . .



Kailyn Wilde enjoys running her shop, Abracadabra, in the quaint New York hamlet of New Camel, where she lives with her six cats. Her family’s been here for centuries, and she’d like to keep up the tradition. But the place may never be the same if a big hotel gets built, so she does her civic duty and attends a town meeting along with her aunt Tilly . . . and Merlin. Yes, that Merlin—though he gets introduced to folks as her “distant English cousin.” The wizard is pretty grumpy about being transported here, but there are things about the modern world he doesn’t mind—like pizza.

Kailyn was prepared for a heated debate about the hotel, but she wasn’t expecting murder. When Tilly finds the body of a board member outside the schoolhouse, Kailyn doesn’t want any suspicion cast on the wrong person. She plans to crack this case, even if she has to talk to every living soul in town—plus a few departed ones . . .

Pape has a sure handed balance of humor and action.” —Julie Hyzy, New York Timesbestselling author




Magick & Mayhem
An Abracadabra Mystery Book 1

What’s in a murderer’s bag of tricks?



Twenty-something Kailyn Wilde has learned to embrace her unpredictable life as a descendant of small-town New Camel’s most magickal family. She just didn’t expect to inherit her mother and grandmother’s centuries-old shop, Abracadabra, so suddenly. The surprises keep coming when Kailyn goes to finalize the estate at the local attorney’s office—and stumbles over the body of her best friend Elise’s husband . . .

As a brash detective casts the blame on Elise, Kailyn summons her deepest powers to find answers and start an investigation of her own. What with running a business, perfecting ancient spells, and keeping up with an uninvited guest of fabled origins, Kailyn has her hands full. But with the help of her uncanny black cat Sashkatu and her muumuu-clad Aunt Tilly, she’s closing in on a killer—who will do anything to make sure she never tests her supernatural skills again!




Sharon Pape is the author of the popular Portrait of Crime and Crystal Shop mystery series. She started writing stories in first grade and never looked back. She studied French and Spanish literature in college and went on to teach both languages on the secondary level. After being diagnosed with and treated for breast cancer in 1992, Sharon became a Reach to Recovery peer support volunteer for the American Cancer Society. She went on to become the coordinator of the program on Long Island. She and her surgeon created a non profit organization called Lean On Me to provide peer support and information to newly diagnosed women and men. After turning her attention back to writing, she has shared her storytelling skills with thousands of fans. She lives with her husband on Long Island, New York, near her grown children. She loves reading, writing, and providing day care for her grand-dogs.



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Thursday, 21 June 2018

Book Tour, Review & Giveaway; Pie Town Mysteries by Kirsten Weiss


The Quiche and the Dead
A Pie Town Mystery Book 1
by Kirsten Weiss
Genre: Cozy Mystery

Is Val's breakfast pie the quiche of death?


Owning her own business seemed like pie in the sky to Valentine Harris when she moved to the coastal California town of San Nicholas, expecting to start a new life with her fiancé. Five months—and a broken engagement—later, at least her dream of opening a pie shop has become a reality. But when one of her regulars keels over at the counter while eating a quiche, Val feels like she's living a nightmare.
After the police determine the customer was poisoned, business at Pie Town drops faster than a fallen crust. Convinced they’re both suspects, Val's flaky, seventy-something pie crust maker Charlene drags her boss into some amateur sleuthing. At first Val dismisses Charlene’s half-baked hypotheses, but before long the ladies uncover some shady dealings hidden in fog-bound San Nicholas. Now Val must expose the truth—before a crummy killer tries to shut her pie hole.


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It was a fun and entertaining read, especially due to the characters such as Charlene, Frederick the cat and Val. The Quiche and the Dead also has a bit of humour and I had a good laugh at times. As it is a food-related theme, I did get a bit hungry at times.



Bleeding Tarts
A Pie Town Mystery Book 2

Val's new pies are foolproof—but not bulletproof.


Old West ghost towns are as American as apple pie. So what better place to sponsor a pie-eating contest than the Bar X, a fake ghost town available for exclusive private events on the edge of Silicon Valley. Valentine Harris is providing the pies, hoping to boost business for her struggling Pie Town shop and become a regular supplier for the Bar X.
But no sooner does she arrive in town than a stray bullet explodes the cherry pie in her hands. And the delicious dessert is not the only victim. Val finds the Bar X bartender shot dead in an alley. Egged on by her flaky friend and pie crust specialist, Charlene, Val aims to draw out the shooter. But solving a real murder in a fake ghost town won't be easy as pie. And if Val doesn't watch her back, her pies won't be the only thing filled full of lead . . .




Kirsten Weiss worked overseas for nearly fourteen years, in the fringes of the former USSR and in South-east Asia. Her experiences abroad sparked an interest in the effects of mysticism and mythology, and how both are woven into our daily lives.



Now based in San Mateo, CA, she writes genre-blending steampunk suspense, urban fantasy, and mystery, blending her experiences and imagination to create a vivid world of magic and mayhem. 

Kirsten has never met a dessert she didn’t like, and her guilty pleasures are watching Ghost Whisperer re-runs and drinking red wine.




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Wednesday, 20 June 2018

My Favourite... Dream

It's Wednesday again and time for a new My Favourite... post, courtesy of Maureen's Books. The theme of the week was favourite dream.


I juggle between two answers; work abroad and get a phd in literature. I want to work abroad to explore the world a bit and the phd in literature is obvious; I'm a bit of a literature geek.

Tuesday, 19 June 2018

Top Ten Tuesday; Books On My Summer TBR

It's Tuesday, which means it's time for another Top Ten Tuesday post, courtesy of That Artsy Reader Girl. The theme of the week was books on my summer TBR.

Here is my top ten list;

Menssmerter av Kopano Matlwa

Høstlandskap i Havana av Leonardo Padura

Den polske bokseren av Eduardo Halfon

Vi som er annerledes av Veselin Markovic

Den fremmede av Albert Camus

The Girl From The Coast by Pramoedya Ananta Toer

The Motorcycle Diaries by Ernesto 'Che' Guevara

Faceless by Amma Darko

The Chalk Pit by Elly Griffiths

The Secrets of the Lazarus Club by Tony Pollard