The Peregrine Falcon

I am reading the novel Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, by Ransom Riggs. Though I am not finished, I am loving this book for many reasons.

First, it’s peculiar. A teenage boy’s grandfather fills his head with tales from the past and pictures to spook anyone. As the boy becomes older, he is skeptical of these tall tales. On the grandfather’s death-bed, he asks the boy to find out if the tales are true.

After his grandfather’s death, the boy does just that. He travels to a remote island off the coast of Wales. He discovers an abandoned orphanage that houses very surreal looking photographs that are all to familiar.

The book is strange and thought-provoking. I don’t believe the author intended this, but I feel like it’s also a story about a seemingly ordinary boy wanting to be extraordinary, while many of the extraordinary characters in the book wish they could be ordinary.

I also love this book because it has many peculiar photographs included to help paint a picture of what or who resided in that orphanage. I am a visual person and love pairing a good photo with a bit of prose or poetry.

In the book, Miss Peregrine is known as the headmistress of the orphanage. A haiku follows…

The Peregrine Falcon - Worlds Fastest Bird.  I was lucky enough to rescue one many years ago....

 The Peregrine Haiku

Bird of prey soaring—
She’s high above the island.
Protecting her young.

 Is anyone else reading a good fantasy novel?

~Nicole

A Hauntingly Good Book

I just finished reading Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn. This was the first time I had read one of her books. Would I read another one? Yes! If you like books that will haunt you and thrill you, you’ll love this book.

The protagonist, Camille Preaker, is a wounded soul with an upbringing that could only breed the addictions that Camille possesses. Her character made me disgusted and frightened at times, but I was always rooting for Camille to overcome her demons.

sharp-objects-book-cover

Here are a few tidbits from Sharp Objects:

“I was ten and writing every other word my teacher said on my jeans in blue ballpoint. I washed them, guiltily, secretly, in my bathroom sink with baby shampoo. The words smudged and blurred, left indigo hieroglyphics up and down the pant legs, as if a tiny ink-stained bird had hopped across them.” Pg. 61

“This was the place my sister died…A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day.” Pg. 74

“I was hoping Betsy Nash would disappear. Literally, she was so insubstantial, I could imagine her slowly evaporating, leaving only a sticky spot on the edge of the sofa.” Pg. 89

“When we got home, she’d trail off to her room like an unfinished sentence, and I would sit outside with my face pressed against her door and replay the day in my head, searching for clues to what I’d done to displease her.” Pg. 97

“A dried-out tree rustled its branches against my window screen as if it wanted to climb in next to me for comfort.” Pg. 116

There were a few more, but I don’t want to spoil it…

Now, for the haiku challenge…These little guys posed for the camera back in July when my husband and I went to South Dakota.

Prarie Dogs in Custer State Park on the Wildlife Loop (640x480)

Day 15: Haiku Challenge

Prairie Dogs basking
in the blazing July sun.
Perfect summer day.

~Nicole

Has anyone read Gone Girl? It’s another Gillian Flynn book…

Inspiration from “Back Spin”

One of my favorite authors is Harlan Coben. I read his books that feature the protagonist, Myron Bolitar, the sports agent. His prose is consistent and I love the protagonists sarcasm. I can always count on him for a chuckle in the middle of a mystery.

I know many of the books I read are dated, but I try to alternate between paying full price for a newly released book and buying from a local second hand bookstore.

Today, I finished the book, Back Spin which was first published in August of 1997. I wanted to share a few of my favorite lines from the book for inspiration. I love how he paints portraits of characters with his words, and his use of metaphors are simply brilliant.

” A dark alley. Win’s doctored bullets. Brain matter tossed about like parade confetti.” Pg. 21

“The pain on his face was so naked, Myron almost reached out and hugged him.” Pg. 44

“An elephant gun could not quiet Norman Zuckerman.” Pg. 51

“Her tone struck the marrow of his bone.” Pg.69

“Thin. Lanky. Long-limbed. Pale as a Goya portrait, even in the summer.” Pg 76

Note: As an art major in college and lover of the arts, I encourage you to check out Goya’s work courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

“Myron trudged forward. Humidity hung in the air in a heavy blanket of beads.” Pg. 84

“Sweat coated him like syrup on a stack of pancakes.” Pg. 86

“There was grass, lots of it, all the blades kept at a consistently ideal length, like a politician’s hair in an election year.” Pg. 93

On page 147, Coben compared a golf course and its seating arrangements to the class system, i.e. serfs, feudal lords. Brilliant, I say.

“Still it was yet another nagging hangnail that needed to be clipped.” Pg. 149

“Their plates were still piled high enough to cause the occasional avalanche.” Pg. 157

“In the ring, Big Cyndi wore makeup like Tammy Faye on Steroids…” Pg. 177

Chapter 20 is a wonderful break from the stressful plot that twists and turns and causes loads of questions. It involves the protagonist, Myron, his best friends and colleagues Win and Esperanza. They chat about episodes of the Odd Couple and the Twighlight Zone, while eating pizza and drinking Yoo-Hoo—well Myron’s drink of choice. It plays out like a real life situation, it’s plausible

“His heart was crumbling like brown leaves caught in a closed fist.” Pg. 193

“She ho-hummed, sounding like a diner waitress reading off the specials in the last hour of a double shift.” Pg. 230

“The woman look blasé and raised it to an art form.” Pg. 231

“Confusion set camp on her face.” Pg. 258

“The garage door came back down, slowly slicing out the sun.” Pg 265

“He slid to the floor like wet sand through a torn bag.” 267

” The power of the blow lifted Esperanza off her feet. She made an oofing noise and folded at the waist like an old wallet.”Pg. 268

“Her voice sounded like old tires on rough pavement.” Pg. 275

“His sanity was probably ripping away like divots on the course.” Pg. 336

Other Harlan Coben books that I recommend are:

  • Promise Me
  • Tell No One
  • Gone for Good
  • Hold Tight
  • Deal Breaker

Are there any authors you recommend?