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review 2017-11-09 16:40
Rezension | Feo und die Wölfe von Katherine Rundell
Feo und die Wölfe - Katherine Rundell,He... Feo und die Wölfe - Katherine Rundell,Henning Ahrens

Beschreibung

 

Das Mädchen Feo lebt gemeinsam mit ihrer Mutter zurückgezogen in einer kleinen Hütte im Wald. Dort kümmern sie sich um Wölfe die von reichen Russen als Schoßhund gehalten wurden, um sie wieder auszuwildern und ihnen die Freiheit der Wälder Russlands zurück zu geben. Doch der Zar sieht es nicht gerne, dass seine Wildtiere von Wölfen gerissen werden und schickt General Rakow aus um die Wöfe zu töten. Feo und ihre Mutter weigern sich jedoch ihre geliebten Wölfe, die für sie längst wie eine Familie sind, aufzugeben.

 

Meine Meinung

 

Schon alleine das wunderschöne Cover des Jugendromans „Feo und die Wölfe“ von Katherine Rundell und die Tatsache, dass in der Geschichte Wölfe vorkommen, haben ausgereicht um meine Neugierde zu wecken. Die auf dem Cover dargestellte Szenerie mit Elementen aus dem Wald, einer kleinen Hütte und dem Schatten eines Wolfes passen hervorragend zum Ihnalt. Der blaugraue Einband des Buches macht zudem vor allem durch den Leinenrücken einen hochwertigen Eindruck und liegt beim Lesen angenehm in der Hand.

 

"Wölfe sind die Zauberer unter den Tieren." (Feo und die Wölfe, Seite 29)

 

Die Sprache ist wirklich sehr schlicht und einfach gehalten, ebenso der Erzählstil, so dass man leicht durch die Zeilen springen kann. Etwas mehr Schnörkel und eine anspruchsvollere Satzgestaltung hätten, meiner Meinung nach, der Geschichte bestimmt gut getan. Außerdem hätte ich mir gewünscht, dass etwas mehr auf die Eigenschaften und das Wesen der Wölfe eingegangen wird. Trotz alledem haftet der Geschichte durchaus etwas zauberhaftes und mitreisendes an, dass mich in seinen Bann gezogen hat. Freundschaft, Familie und Zusammenhalt stehen im Vordergrund und vermitteln somit jungen Lesern wichtige Werte.

 

Das Setting in den verschneiten russischen Wäldern hat mir ausgesprochen gut gefallen. Katherine Rundell beschwört sehr bildhaft eine passende Atmosphäre herauf und versteht es den Leser damit zu fangen. Dieser Aspekt hat mir von dem ganzen Buch am besten gefallen, genauso wie der märchenhafte Plot und die starke weibliche Hauptprotagonistin Feo.

 

"»Das«, sagte Alexej, der die Arbeit begutachtete, »ist der Stoff, aus dem Märchen gemacht sind.«" (Feo und die Wölfe, Seite 189)

 

„Feo und die Wölfe“ ist genau das richtige für die kalte Jahreszeit und eignet sich für Erwachsene mit einem Faible für märchenhafte Storys ebenso gut, wie für junge Leseratten.

 

Fazit

 

Kathrine Rundell entführt den Leser in die märchenhafte Winterlandschaft Russlands und verzaubert mit einer mutigen Heldin.

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text 2017-10-24 12:35
Blog Tour: Stories Untold by Leslie Wolfe with Excerpt and Giveaway

Today’s stop is for Leslie Wolfe's Stories Untold. We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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A GRIPPING, SUSPENSEFUL THRILLER

Can a psychologist, still grieving the loss of her husband, save a traumatized war veteran who is planning his own death? Stories Untold explores the devastation of loss, the struggle to find meaning in life, and the enduring power of love that transcends boundaries between past and future.   They’re both strong and fearless, determined, relentless.   He’s a decorated war veteran and he wants to die. She’s a prominent psychologist and she won’t give up on him.   When a suicidal client seeks her help, Dr. Angela Blackwell cannot turn him away, despite the fact that he isn’t seeking the kind of help she normally provides her clients. The man, who won’t fully identify himself, wants the distinguished psychologist to stand witness after his planned death in six months’ time, ensuring his wife will not be charged as an accessory or be hindered from collecting the death benefit he carefully provisioned for her. He calls himself DJ and won’t willingly share anything about his past.   As Dr. Blackwell is struggling to reconstruct her own life after the loss of her husband, she recognizes his unusual request as a subconscious cry for help and embarks on a relentless effort to guide the reluctant stranger in uncovering the trauma that has permanently altered the course of his existence. Playing a deck of cards stacked high against her and rushing against time, she has no other option but to intervene, pushing the ethical boundaries of the doctor-client relationship and refusing to give up.   An astonishing, vibrant story of human strength and frailty, of love lost and love found, the Stories Untold saga will captivate as few stories ever do, with unexpected twists and turns, leaving a lasting memory ingrained into the essence of the reader’s being.

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Dr. Angela Blackwell couldn’t bring herself to turn on the lights, although darkness had almost completely engulfed the living room, forcing her to abandon her reading glasses on top of the book lying open on the windowsill. In the deep twilight, she could still see the ocean waves foaming as they broke against the Pacifica shore, a good 200 feet below her terrace. Yearning for their soothing sound and the salty smell of the ocean breeze, she wrapped the cardigan tighter around her supple body and pulled open the terrace door. She stopped in the doorframe and inhaled deeply, savoring the salty taste of the misty air as it touched her lips. Fog was rolling in from the sea in large clumps of restless cotton, soon to engulf the house in white silence, hiding the ocean view from her blurry eyes. She stepped outside and stood by the guardrail, keeping her gaze fixed on the horizon line, barely visible in the deepening crepuscule and the dense fog. She closed her eyes and let herself feel the drizzle touch her face. Tiniest droplets of liquid chill she welcomed to take away the burning sensation in her forehead, to camouflage the tears that welled up in her eyes. After a while, the coldness of the mist reached her bones and sent a shiver down her spine. She shuddered and walked back inside, wiping the moisture off her face with the back of her hand. She stopped at the fireplace and rubbed her hands in front of the dancing flames, pushing the sadness a little further from her heart. Seeing the bright colors of the lively fire, enjoying the dry warmth, after being outside, helped her chase the shadows away. When she was sure of herself again and felt confident her voice wouldn’t betray her, she grabbed her phone and dialed one of the only two starred numbers stored in her favorites list. Waiting for Shelley to pick up, she put the phone on speaker and checked the time. It was late, almost eight-thirty, and that meant well past eleven at night on the East Coast. She knew her daughter well; if she’d gone to bed, her phone would be on silent, and she wouldn’t risk disturbing her sleep. “Mom?” Her daughter’s voice almost startled her. “Yes, sweetie, it’s me. I didn’t wake you, did I?” “Nope. Was in the shower, that’s all. Glad you called.” Soon the new generation would speak just the way they texted and tweeted. Who needs pronouns anymore? She felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth, and she let it bloom. The sound of her daughter’s voice always warmed her heart. “Is water dripping on the floor right now, while you’re shivering and shifting your weight from one bare foot to the other?” Shelley laughed, and the crystalline sound of her amusement filled the room. “Nah… nice try though. Good visuals. Try again.” “Bathrobe?” she offered, enjoying their little game. “Um… close.” “Towel, then?” “Yup. Two of them, actually.” “I can call later, you know, to give you time—” “Nah… no need. I can talk to you while wearing a towel or two, right? You won’t be offended, will you, Mom?” She laughed in unison with her daughter, then the sound of their laughter made way for a couple of seconds of loaded silence. “I’m sorry to be calling so late,” Angela eventually said, poorly hiding a light sniffle. The cold moisture from outside must have clung to her, or something like that. Maybe fog had followed her inside the house, the unseen ghost of her lonely nights. “I hate this time zone thing. By the time I get home and I—” “It’s all right, Mom, you’re not disturbing me.” Angela forced air into her lungs, while her finger hesitated above the FaceTime icon. “Why am I not disturbing you?” she asked, managing to sound almost cheerful. “Aren’t there any interesting young men at Columbia anymore?” “Oh, yeah, well… that, uh…” Her daughter did that when she was uncomfortable talking about something. She poured all the pronouns and interjections she’d abstained from using in her tweet-like normal speak on a long breath of hesitation. “Okay, I get it,” she replied. “You’re still researching the subject, I gather. It probably needs more study.” “Well, I actually, um, met someone. Not sure though.” Pronouns had gone missing again; she was about to share more about her someone. She waited patiently. “He’s premed,” she added on the breath of a sigh. “Stars won’t align, that’s all.” “What’s his name?” she asked gently. “Do we have to give him a name?” Shelley pushed back. “That would make him real.” “And you don’t want that,” she whispered. “He must have a name, I’m assuming, but it’s all right if you don’t want to share for now.” A second of silence. “It’s just that doctors are better off with other doctors, Mom. I read somewhere that other professions, like business, for example, have difficulties understanding the demands of the young med student’s, then later, the doctor’s workload. There’s no work/life balance, and they’re always on call. Not to mention the hordes of hot nurses trolling those hospitals hallways, looking for prey.” Silence fell heavy after Shelley’s high-pitched argument had ended. Angela thought hard for something she could say, without bringing up the one thing they didn’t want to talk about. “You don’t have to marry him yet, sweetie,” she eventually said. “If you like him, date him for a while, and see where it goes.” “Why?” Shelley snapped, taking her by surprise. “So I can get attached to him, then lose him too?” “Maybe you won’t,” Angela replied gently. “As you might happen to know, not all doctors marry other doctors,” she added quietly. For a few moments, she didn’t hear a sound from Shelley. When she spoke, her voice was loaded with tears, shaky and choked. “I still miss him, Mom.” And there it was, tearing her heart to shreds and threatening to let out a long, wailing sob. She clenched her jaws and managed to control her emotions a little. “I miss him too, baby.” “I can’t believe it’s been five years,” Shelley continued, no longer hiding her sadness. “Feels like yesterday.” “It does, doesn’t it?” she managed to whisper. With trembling hands, she poured some wine into her glass and took a sip, hoping it would strengthen her heart. “I wonder what he would’ve said about Jamie,” Shelley said. A tiny smile formed on Angela’s lips. “Oh, so he has a name, after all. I’m relieved.” “I never got to talk about things with Dad. Real things, adult things, you know.” “You mean, like dating?” “Yeah… I know I have you, but I wanted a man’s perspective, that’s all.” “Oh, honey, let me tell you this,” Angela replied, wiping her tears. “When you turned fourteen, a friend of his from work asked him if he was ready to be the father of a dating teenager. You know what he said?” “No, but I’m curious.” Angela could hear the smile in her daughter’s voice. “He said, ‘Sure, I’m ready. I bought a shotgun.’” “What? Dad had a shotgun?” She laughed. “No, sweetie, he was just joking.” Another moment of silence, but this time Angela didn’t fear it anymore. “How about you, Mom? Seeing anyone?” “No... That part of my life is over.” “It doesn’t have to be, you know. You’re still young, and you’re hot.” “What? No…” “I’m telling you, you’re so hot. I’d take you clubbing with me any day.” “So, you go clubbing? Please be careful. All sorts of creeps are out there.” “Really? Change the subject on me like that? What, you think I’m thirteen and can’t figure it out?” “You’re right, I’m sorry,” she admitted. Her daughter deserved more than that. She was an adult, and she’d earned the right to be treated like one. “But I’m still not interested. I’m fine the way I am, I’m okay.” “Don’t you get lonely sometimes?” “Yes, I do, but that’s because I miss your Dad.” She stopped short of saying how she couldn’t sleep at night, tossing and turning after waking, believing he was somehow still alive, still in the house somewhere. Believing she’d had a bad dream, and he was actually downstairs, munching on one of his famous three-in-the-morning snacks. She didn’t mention how she worked late these days, so she wouldn’t have to come home to the nest that they’d built together, now barren. Shelley didn’t need to hear any of that; all she needed was to believe her mom was all right. She straightened her back and raised her head a little, forcing her body to act as if she were okay, in the hope that the weary mind would follow the body out of habit. “Give Jamie a chance, Shelley. A couple of dates, and you’ll find out if he’s a keeper.” “Oh, he’s a keeper all right,” she blurted. “You already decided on that? Only minutes after not willing to share his name?” Shelley laughed quietly. “Test drove him a couple of times too.” “Good girl,” she replied. “Now get to bed, young lady, it’s almost midnight, and it’s a school day tomorrow,” she added, putting enough humor in her voice to make Shelley giggle one more time before hanging up the phone. Then there was silence again.

Bestselling author Leslie Wolfe is passionate about writing fiction, despite spending a significant number of years climbing the corporate ladder. Leaving the coveted world of boardrooms for the blissful peace of the Florida-based "Wolves’ den," Leslie answers one true calling: writing.
Leslie’s novels break the mold of traditional thrillers. Fascinated by technology and psychology, Leslie brings extensive background and research in these fields that empower and add texture to a signature, multi-dimensional, engaging writing style.
Leslie released the first novel, Executive, in October 2011. It was very well received, including inquiries from Hollywood. Since then, Leslie published numerous novels and enjoyed growing success and recognition in the marketplace. Among Leslie’s most notable works, The Watson Girl (2017) was recognized for offering a unique insight into the mind of a serial killer and a rarely seen first person account of his actions, in a dramatic and intense procedural thriller.
A complete list of Leslie’s titles is available at http://wolfenovels.com/titles
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review 2017-09-23 05:41
Dawn Girl by Leslie Wolfe
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Dawn Girl: A Gripping Serial Killer Thriller by Leslie Wolfe is a chilling suspense-filled book. While it did have disturbing scenes, they advanced the storyline. I gave it five stars.

 

FBI Special Agent Tess Winnett searches for who she believes to be a serial killer. She has secrets of her own.

 

Detective Gary Michowsky is assigned to the murder of the young woman found on the beach. "'We're not concerned with footprints, I guess,' Michowsky muttered, looking at the foot-print covered sand. He watched for a few seconds how the ocean breeze carried specks of sand to and from their crime scene, eroding, altering everything. Nature was the perfect forensic countermeasure, especially there, on the beach."

 

Doc Rizza was the coroner who arrived to determine time and cause of death. After scanning her fingerprints, they learned she was not in the system. Her name was Sonya Weaver and they found her from a "missing person" report filed five days earlier.

 

"The killer was a psychopath, no doubt, but even for a psychopath, what kind of brain would concoct such an elevated recipe for torture?"

 

In meeting with the family of a missing girl, Tess and Detective Michowsky witnessed an exchange between the parents and the one girl remaining at home. "A moment of silence developed, one of those uncomfortable, disturbing scenes quite common for troubled, dysfunctional families."

 

Link to purchase: https://www.amazon.com/Dawn-Girl-Gripping-Serial-Thriller-ebook/dp/B01I0X2YR0

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review 2017-09-19 12:45
Book Review For: Born, Darkly by Trisha Wolfe
Born, Darkly (Darkly, Madly Duet Book 1) - Trisha Wolfe

'Born, Darkly' by Trisha Wolfe is the First Book in the New Series called "Darkly, Madly Duet". This is the story of London Noble and Grayson Pierce Sullivan. This is a very Dark Romance and will have some trigger / taboo story lines. So please beware of that.
London is a famous psychologist who seems to specialize in Dark and Criminal Psychology. Allot of people seem to hate her for getting off who they feel are murders. London has been working with a correctional establishment to help inmates and just has about a year to go before her commitment is complete. There she is assigned Grayson after another of her inmate patient is sent to another prison. London actually tried to get Grayson as her patient about a year ago but he refused her help. But now it seems he doesn't want to do sessions with her. Grayson was accused of killing 5 people but their bodies where never found. Grayson has another trial coming up that may put him on death row. This does end with a cliffhanger sitting us up for the next installment into their story which is called "Born, Madly" book two.
While London is trying to do these sessions with him, Grayson seems to be trying to learn more about her. London even jokes and calls him Dr. Grayson since he is playing psychologist to her.
Their story doesn't start off as a love story for sure. It seem they are both so smart and looking to figure the other person out and find what makes them both tick.
Their story is very suspenseful and exciting learning about what the other was thinking. This isn't an easy book to put down for sure! Cannot wait for the next installment!
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review 2017-09-04 13:08
Review: The Urth of the New Sun (The Book of the New Sun Book 5 of 5)
The Urth of the New Sun - Gene Wolfe

This was the last book in the series The Book of the New Sun.  For the most part, I really liked it, and I might even have rated it higher than the four stars I’ve consistently given the other books in this series.  However, I thought it went off the rails a bit toward the end.

 

It gave me the answers I was looking for in terms of what happened after the end of the fourth book, and I enjoyed the story it told.  Then, without giving anything away, it shed new light on many of the events from those first four books, and gave more meaning to them, and I also really enjoyed that.  Some things were spelled out, but others were quite a bit more subtle, and I enjoyed catching the various references.

 

My problem was that I thought the author went too far with it by the end.  Just as I was admiring the cleverness, he took things a few steps further.  I felt like, in an attempt to keep things twisty and complicated, he robbed it of some of the meaningfulness.  Kind of like a cook who can’t stop tweaking his recipe until it doesn’t taste quite right anymore, or a painter who keeps adding “just a bit more” to his design until it’s no longer quite as pleasing to the eye.

 

A smaller complaint I had with the series in general is that, since the story centers around Severian, there are some characters who play a large role in the series but for whom we don’t get much closure because their paths diverge.  There was one character in particular that I really wanted more follow-up on, especially considering how often he was remembered and referenced in Severian’s narrative.

 

Over all, though, I enjoyed this series quite a lot.  I liked that it wasn’t simple or straight forward, and I liked its unique (in my experience) blend of some of the best elements from both science fiction and fantasy.  For now, there are many other authors and books I’m interested in trying, but I’d like to cycle back around to give Wolfe another try sometime down the road.

 

Next Book

Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein.  This will be my first time reading Heinlein and I’m not too sure what to expect.  I have a variety of nebulous impressions based on comments I’ve seen here and there, but now it’s time to find out for myself.

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