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The Wolf Road by Beth Lewis

I sat up high, oak branch ‘tween my knees, and watched the tattooed man stride about in the snow. – Opening sentence I received an absolutely beautiful proof copy of The Wolf Road from HarperFiction back in April, and spent the last two months staring at it wistfully before I finally caught up with my TBR pile and got the chance to read it. I’d been seeing great reviews in my Twitter feed, so my expectations were pretty high. And wow. I mean seriously, WOW. Set in a future ravaged by a forgotten war, The Wolf Road follows the journey of Elka, a wild girl in a wild world who is on a mission to find her parents (and escape her dark past). The way is long, and fraught with difficulties and challenges. But Elka is not like other girls her age, she was raised in the forest and knows how to survive. But survival isn’t the problem.…

Sleeping Giants by Sylvain Neuvel

It was my eleventh birthday. – Opening sentence I have always been a fan of science-fiction, so when I heard about Sleeping Giants I instantly knew it would be something I’d like. I mean, a story about giant robots? It reminded of The Iron Giant, one of my favourite childhood stories, and after I saw the BEAUTIFUL cover art I was sold (literally – I bought a special-edition signed copy from Goldsboro Books the next day). And what can I say? The beginning of the story is science-fiction at its best; a young girl falling into the giant, metal hand of a dismembered robotic hand. How effing cool is that? Years later, that same young girl becomes the lead scientist of a project to uncover the mysteries behind this bizarre find, uncovering more alien artifacts until they piece together an ancient, all-powerful alien robot. But where did it come from? Why was it abandoned,…

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness

The monster showed up just after midnight. – Opening sentence WARNING: This book will make you cry, and it will never fully leave you. Reminiscent of a fai rytale, yet as dark and enthralling as a horror,  A Monster Calls is something special. A tale a about love, sorrow, guilt and grief, A Monster Calls evoked an emotional response in me that most books fail to even slightly stir, and it will be a book that I hold dear for a long time to come. From an original idea by Siobhan Dowd. Siobhan Dowd was a British writer and activist, who died in 2007 from breast cancer. Dowd wrote a number of children’s novels, and undertook another one before her death. Unfortunately, she didn’t get the chance to finish it. She had the characters, a premise, and a beginning. What she didn’t have, unfortunately, was time. Patrick Ness, in the…

The Humans by Matt Haig

I know that some of you reading this are convinced humans are a myth, but I am here to state that they do actually exist. – Opening sentence Narrated by an unnamed alien author, The Humans is a story about an alien race intervening and prohibiting human advancement. It’s also so much more than that. The Humans starts with Andrew Martin, an alien from another planet who is sent to Earth with a mission. Andrew Martin is not the alien’s name, but the name of the human he is impersonating. However, for the purpose of this review I will refer to him as ‘Andrew’. Where ‘Andrew’ comes from there are no names; there is no identity; no individual. There is also no pain and no death. ‘Andrew’s race live in symbiosis with technology and mathematics, leaving a world based on logic, with no wars and no emotions. You can image how terrified…

The Martian by Andy Wier

I first heard about The Martian from my brother, who, sharing my enthusiasm for science-fiction, recommend that I add it to my wishlist (which I did). However, after hearing that The Martian was being adapted into a film, and being released this year, I made an effort to bump it up the list and read it. (I HATE seeing the film before reading the book; it ruins the whole experience for me. Once you’ve seen an actor portray a character, you can never imagine that character being anything different.) So while my boyfriend was sitting in the cinema last week watching the biggest science-fiction film since Intersteller (with STRICT instructions to not give away any spoilers when he returned), I was sitting on my sofa with a peppermint tea and my nose between the pages of Andy Weir’s The Martian. What I immediately loved about this book was the opening line. There’s no long-winded…

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