This is the first post on my writing blog so I thought I should write something of an introduction, and what better way is there to show you who I am than through my favourite books.
A man’s bookcase will tell you everything you’ll ever need to know about him. – Walter Mosley
I had never heard of Zoe Marriot until I checked her book out of the school library after I’d finished the series I’d been reading for weeks on end. I read it under my desk during a maths lesson and was so sucked in I didn’t hear the teacher calling my name (he confiscated it and from that moment on he was my least favourite). It’s a retelling of Beauty and the Beast, but you can barely tell aside from the plot. It deals with grief and anger as Hana learns more about the curse on her village, and I connected to her depression because I was going through a similar thing at that time and it was nice to see a character whose story didn’t revolve around her illness.
This was the first book that made me cry. I picked it up at a charity shop and read it in the park while waiting for my mum to pick me up, and I got so annoyed when she showed up and I hadn’t finished it yet. Hazel was my favourite character for three years straight because of her sarcasm and darker take on life, and I longed for a guy like Gus who would come and sweep me off my feet with his wit and philosophies. It dealt with such a heavy topic as cancer in a deep and meaningful way unlike any other book I’d read, and the way John Green writes just brings all the feels.
This was the second book that made me cry. There seems to be a reoccurring pattern that all my favourite books feature some sort of terminal illness, but there’s something special about this book that made it pop into my mind as soon as I thought about my favourites. Although it was written for younger readers, the journey you go on with Conor as he confronts his inner darkness is one we call all join in with. It has a mix of fantasy and reality that shows you not all problems come from outside, and the fact it started with Siobhan O’Dowd, who died of cancer before she could write it, gives it a little extra spark of emotion.
This was a book I studied in primary school but dismissed because all school-assigned books were automatically terrible. It wasn’t until the movie came out that I decided to give it another go, because I always make a point to read the book before I watch the film, and my family and I were all going to see it as a late birthday present. I rushed through it in one night, having to stuff my pillow in my face so my crying wouldn’t wake the house up, and it took me a couple of days to get over the pain of the ending. I loved how it focussed more on the friendship between Bruno and Schmuel and not the politics because the insight you get while reading from the point of view of an innocent little boy is ten times as impactful as reading about the holocaust from a historian’s point of view.
This book wasn’t one that made me cry or think deeply, but it’s a book I can read over and over again and never get tired of. It’s Matt Ralph’s debut novel and it doesn’t get half the recognition that it should because the mix of magic and deeper themes had me raving about it for weeks. I don’t know what it is about characters named Hazel but they always seem to be the stars of the best novels. Titus is one of my favourite mentor characters and I gained a new found love for old bitter guys who take young girls in as their pseudo-daughters, and the mix of demons and witch hunters made it a joy to read.
Thanks for reading this and I hope if you haven’t already, you go check out those books, the titles are linked to their Amazon pages. I’ll post something once a week so if you want to stay up to date, you can scroll down and click the button below. Leave a reply if want to and I’ll respond as soon as I see it. Toodles.