March 15, 2016

Graphic Novel Review: The Little Black Fish by Bizhan Khodabandeh

The Little Black Fish by Bizhan Khodabandeh
March 15th 2016 by Rosarium Publishing
Based on the Persian children's classic by Samad Behrangi, this book is about a young fish's courage to question authority and strike out on her own

An inquisitive little fish decided to question authority and leave the safety of her own home to venture out into the expansive sea. The creatures she meets along the way teach her important lessons and make her learn the most valuable treasure in life: freedom.
The Little Black Fish is the story about a fish who questions her boring life and her superiors, and decides to travel the world and find what is out there. I only realized it was a 'she' after re-reading the synopsis, I'm not sure if I missed something. But anyway, I think she was too proud for a young fish who is supposed to be traveling the world and learning from other creatures. She has an attitude that wouldn't go well at all in the real world, specially when she met someone new who didn't think as her and she said "I’ll forgive you since you’re speaking out of ignorance."

The story itself is based on a classic book I haven't read, so I can't compare it. I understand it's about being free, questioning authority and life and overall being brave to discover more and create your own journey, but in this case I didn't think the story itself had a good ending. The character was too proud and acted rude a few times, not even considering or showing respect for other creature's life and beliefs, believing she was better.

I'm not sure what else to say about this book. It hasn't been my favorite. I didn't really liked the art but not because it wasn't good, but because it was difficult for me to understand the illustration and sometimes got lost. But it was an interesting book, something totally different from what I usually read.

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February 21, 2016

Comics Review: The Pulse Vol. 1 - 3

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The Pulse Vol. 1: Thin Air

Former super hero and current private investigator Jessica Jones has just been offered a new job: a position with the Bugle's new super-hero section, The Pulse! Jessica's first assignment: to uncover the true identity of a former Bugle reporter's super-powered murderer! How will Jessica's shocking discovery affect the entire Marvel Universe?

The Pulse Vol. 2: Secret War

Jessica Jones and Luke Cage's lives have been destroyed by the events of the Secret War, so what is Jessica going to do about it? Fans of Secret War - feel The Pulse as it pounds out more gritty intrigue even as it welcomes a new artist: award-winning comics superstar Brent Anderson (Rising Stars, Astro City)! Guest-starring: Captain America, Luke Cage, Iron Fist, Nick Fury, and more!

The Pulse Vol. 3: Fear

Fans of Jessica Jones have waited two years for two things: the return of award-winning artist Michael Gaydos to the pages of the books he was born to draw, and the birth of Jessica Jones and Luke Cage's baby. And guess what? They're both here!
After reading the Alias comics, about Jessica Jones, I wanted to know more of her and her dark personality. The Pulse is only three volumes and it was lighter than Alias. Jessica is now pregnant with Luke Cage's baby and the Daily Press wants to hire doesn't sound the perfect job but they need the money.

It wasn't 'Ohhh so amazing' but I did enjoy it. Jessica shares a lot of her space with other characters as Ben Ulrich, and although those characters were interesting, I wanted more of her. I liked this new side of Jessica, softer and caring about her baby but still being her. At first I wasn't sure about her relationship with Luke, but it's obvious she cares a lot about him after reading Secret War. Also, I loved the story of the first time they met.

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February 16, 2016

Darkly, Deeply, Beautifully Release Day Party + Giveaway

 Darkly, Deeply, Beautifully
With her mother’s life hanging in the balance, Scarlett is devastated – and done with being in the dark. She wants answers, all of them. 
But when was her pursuit of the truth ever straightforward? 
Pulling a single thread impels a great unravelling. And each revelation will force Scarlett to rethink what she thought she knew about the Ceruleans, the Fallen, her family – herself. 
All that came before was a mere prelude to this, the last journey. From London to Twycombe to Hollythwaite to Cerulea, Scarlett will be stalked by the ghosts of what has been, what may have been and what may come to pass. Until she reaches the place where it all began, and it all must end. 
But in the final reckoning, none will survive unscathed. And some will not survive at all. 
In this explosive conclusion to The Ceruleans series, all must be defined by their actions: sinner, saint… or something more beautiful entirely? 

I kissed Luke then. I kissed him. Like I hadn’t kissed him in more than a week – since before London, since before Hollythwaite, since Barcelona: when we’d been just a regular couple on a city break, wrapped up in each other. Through the kiss I heard his sigh, the release of emotion. And then he pulled me to him, onto his lap, and I kissed his lips, his jaw, his collarbone, his shoulder, and he kissed my lips, my earlobe, my neck, my –
My robe had slipped, exposing my back, and I struggled off him and wrestled with the fabric entangled at my waist.
He stood up. Put his hands on my shoulders. Said my name with so much tenderness that I had to stop. Had to look at him. The room was steamy, the glass doors occluded. No one could see. Only him.
‘Trust me,’ he said.
I did.
Slowly, he turned me. I steeled myself as he took it in, the brand I now wore. Non Serviam. I will not serve. Emblazoned on my back in the form of angry, jagged scar tissue.
When I felt his lips on the nape of my neck, I jerked in shock. But his hands on my hips held me still as he traced the path of the scar, one kiss at a time, from its very top to its termination just above my bikini bottoms.
‘Beautiful,’ he said.
I turned to him. He smiled up at me.
Sinking down so that we were both kneeling, I said, ‘How could you…?’
‘How could I not?’ was his answer. ‘I was there, Scarlett. I saw what you did for your mother. That scar: it’s beautiful.’
‘But it’s a punishment, Luke. Because I sinned. That’s not beautiful. It’s dark. Wrong.’
‘No! Don’t you say that. Trying to save your mother – that could never be wrong. If I’d had the chance, I’d have done it. My mum, my dad, Cara… I’d have saved them all. And you. I would always save you.’
His eyes were glistening, and I lunged for him and hugged him hard.
‘So stop hiding it from me,’ he finished, his voice muffled in my hair. ‘Please. Because I love that scar on you so goddam much.’
I nodded into his shoulder and he squeezed me.
It was calm in our little haven. Still. Warm. Nothing existed but Luke and me. We held each other for a long time, drifting in the haze.
And then Luke sat back and said, ‘So, you and me. We’re good?’
‘We’re good,’ I told him. Then I frowned and added: ‘For now. You know, Gabe, the Fallen: I have no idea what we’re getting into.’
‘Me either.’ He reached out a finger and drew, in the condensation on the glass door, a little lightbulb. ‘But whatever lies ahead,’ he said, ‘it has to be better than living in the dark.’

About the author Megan Tayte 

Once upon a time a little girl told her grandmother that when she grew up she wanted to be a writer. Or a lollipop lady. Or a fairy princess fireman. ‘Write, Megan,’ her grandmother advised. So that’s what she did.

Thirty-odd years later, Megan is a professional writer and published author by day, and an indie novelist by night. Her fiction – young adult romance with soul – recently earned her the SPR’s Independent Woman Author of the Year award.

Megan grew up in the Royal County, a hop, skip and a (very long) jump from Windsor Castle, but these days she makes her home in a village of Greater Manchester. She lives with her husband, a proud Scot who occasionally kicks back in a kilt; her son, a budding artist with the soul of a palaeontologist; and her baby daughter, a keen pan-and-spoon drummer who sings in her sleep. When she's not writing, you'll find her walking someplace green, reading by the fire, or creating carnage in the kitchen as she pursues her impossible dream: of baking something edible.

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