What does one do when one is sick and tired of everything?
When it came to those rare periods of time where I had truly enough of boring textbooks, I turned to what was reliable and decidedly left responsibilities out the window. This meant that the pile of to-be-read books continued gathering dust on the table.
And no, I didn’t refer to this blog or the bookshelf. The decision was based purely on what would give me the best pick me up. Something that gave the ultimate comfort factor, something that had old creased pages and which I wasn’t afraid to get dirty. A book I can snuggle with in the corner of the room, all huddled in a cozy hoodie and with a handy cup of tea nearby.
More often than not, I turned to old favourites. Specifically, I fell back on one of the choices presented below.
The Rise of Renegade X by Chelsea M. Campbell (review)
Adorable and funny. Not the words the lead character, sixteen-year-old Damien, would like to be described as, but wholly apt. This novel captures what it’s like to have perpetual teenage angst, debating what it means to be in the middle of a crossroads and not knowing what one would like to do, or be, in the future.
Except it’s more literal in this case, for Damien is one of those lucky super individuals whose actions directly affect what, not who (crucial distinction there), he’ll become. I’ve loved this novel and have read it multiple times, though I worry that I might be slowly outgrowing it. With two sequels in the series, I suppose it’s a matter of taking some space from the first book and actually going on to read the sequels.
The Rook by Daniel O’Malley (review)
This is the novel I fall back on whenever I’m in the mood for something intelligent, witty and absorbing. The draw lies primarily on O’Malley’s portrayal of Myfawny. How lovely is it to read about the adventures of a female lead who is all-around self-assured, competent and is a well-functioning member of society?
The other primary lure is the universe that Myfawny lives in. It has close parallels to ours with some additional paranormal and fantasy aspects, and side characters who act just like real people do when creatures of the night pop up to amp their terror portfolio.
The closest comparison I can make is that this is a novel with the worldbuilding of television series such as Torchwood and the organisational structure of that of Spooks. Yep. I find myself having a reread of this every year, and I’m stoked that a sequel will be published early 2016.
Talking about television series, I find that it’s one of the best ways to keep my mind of numbers and theories. Doctor Who is one of the best timesucks, with a revolving cast which changes every two to three series or so. Add in aliens, some witty and sometimes nonsensical dialogue and you’ve got yourself a winner.
Now that the weather’s cooled down somewhat from an insane 35°C (!!!), I find myself reaching out for my hoodie. Onto a movie marathon. See you on the other side.