32nd about a book called…

image

Followers, passer-byers and WordPress! How are you on this Monday? I mentioned in the last post, I would be doing my first book review in my next post. Well lets do it! Without further ado I introduce to you war/SONG: Hymnal I by Miss Vanessa Gravenstein. (Please note I have not done a book review before) Hymnal I is the first installment of the war/SONG series. It starts out dark whilst dropping you into the middle of a scene of suspense and action with Drew Sunisiard who is the lead protagonist and a very powerful magi of fire. He is apparently part of a rag tag coven of other powerful magi sworn with battling with… VAMPIRES! Before you think Twilight read on. The opening scenes were masterfully descriptive and very colorful as the author showcases her use of diction to keep you involved as if you were in a movie. This comment does is not limited to only the opening pages, I joke not. Take this part for instance “He was silent as she ascended the stairs, the bright lights from above casing a shadow that lingered after she herself, with her venomous words and enhancing laughter, had vanished. The quiet seemed to shovel itself in upon him, and from the depths a poem pirouetted through his mind” If you liked that there is more where that came from. Though it is a short read, Gravenstein does a great job of introducing nearly 10 characters providing you with a plethora of information about them while sneaking in subtle hierarchies and histories to make sure you are well informed. The setting does not fully reveal itself until later on in the book which was interesting and definitely a surprise. It is a good thing. The flow of information is definitely crafty. The last part of the book was the surprise, let’s just say for semi-mature audiences only.

Final thoughts:
war/SONG Hymnal I is a book that has all the parts to makes it the vampire book it is: the battle for the protection of humans, however humans are not really too much apart of the equation. Who is the bad guys or who is the good guys are not too aparent but what I will say is any cliche you try to throw at this book while reading it will be rejected and turned upside down. The added sultriness, crude humor and taboo sexual realism creates a story that is far from the usual. Its different due to the way the author establishes her dominance in a genre through capturing the reader in her world.

To read or not to read? Read it. If this is not a genre for you? Read it! If it is prepare to add this one to your list!

Advertisements

19th blog…

THE SOCIETAL BLUNDER-BY INSPIROMUNDUS
image

(The pictures words are the first lines of the poem)

Thats what you say…
What about the constant
What about the illogical
These things you toss inside

Out of greed, jealousy and…
Selfish imaginations… Evil
Mistake… I think premeditated
Intentional, purposefully
Consciously unconcious we are.

You don’t know
You don’t care
You said we could
We don’t remember
Proof.

Ignorant as well. The blunder
Both sides the controller and
The restrained, both fit this invoice.
The power alone makes everyone gaga
The drive for fiat makes everyone a fiasco

Crazy, for more, though filled to the brim
Failure, because they miss the point
There is no value in a symbol
Neither meaning in a commodity
The fish is hooked, the fisherman
Is a glutton, the stage is not the sea.

Beached ourselves into death.

Let me see the record straight.
Let me show you the doors of your haven.
Let me portray, the revealed truth.
Let me display my loveless sympathy.
Grasp this concept.

In the spirit of blogs…#18

image

The vOiD…

It doesn’t make sense

Neither does it matter

So black, so empty

Had nothing has nothing

Wants all, as if yearning

Purpose driven but no purpose

Because even from the vOiD

There is a glimmer of hope

From where I sit it is only dark

Shadows, with nebulous intent

Only to throw murky hands

In an embracing moment…

Is this what it means to be warm

Is this what it means to be selfish

Intent versus perception

Because even in the vOiD

All meanings matter

But matter means nothing

Unseeable, in a shroud of mystery

A gloom so malevolent…

Killed by a unaudible sound

Of peace…

OMNIBUSWRITING