Det Syvende Barn (Erik Valeur, 2011)

12527294Ved fødslen har de syv børn en eneste ting til fælles: De kommer til verden på Rigshospitalets fødegang B, og de skal alle bortadopteres. I månederne efter finder frøkenerne på det berømte spædbørnehjem Kongslund nye familier til dem rundt om i Danmark, og de vokser op uden at ane det mindste om deres fortid. Men en af børnene bærer på en hemmelighed, som for enhver pris skal skjules, og da en ældre kvinde mange år senere findes død på en strandbred tæt ved børnehjemmet, og et anonymt brev opskræmmer nationens mest magtfulde ministre, eksploderer sagen: Har det hæderkronede børnehjem gennem et halvt århundrede dækket over rige og berømte danskeres sidespring og skjulte skandaler på højeste plan?

Det 7. barn er fortællingen om denne gåde – og om båndet mellem de syv børn, hvis liv kom til at hænge uløseligt sammen i de årtier, hvor velfærden kom til Danmark – fra 1960’erne frem til i dag.

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Det Syvende Barn vandt jo forfærdeligt mange priser i det år den kom på banen, hvilket var grunden til den kom på min liste af bøger jeg ville læse. Mange bekendte roste den også flot, så jeg blev overbevist om at der nok var noget om snakken. Dog havde jeg ikke overskud til at læse den i bogform, eftersom den jo var skrevet på dansk, og det på trods af at originalsproget rent faktisk er dansk. Alligevel var jeg heldig at finde den som lydbog på biblioteket og det var den udvej jeg tog – og det jeg godt nok glad for jeg gjorde. Havde jeg begyndt på den i bogform er jeg bange for jeg aldrig ville have kommet igennem den.

I starten syntes jeg egentlig at det var en okay bog, men jo længere ind i historien vi kom og jo flere personer der blev præsenteret blev den også bare mere indviklet. Der er så mange personer og deres næsten fulde baggrundshistorie man skal holde styr på at det bliver alt for uoverskueligt. Så meget at jeg i mange tilfælde bare lod lydbogen spille uden helt at høre efter. Det kunne jeg faktisk også slippe af sted med og stadig komme tilbage til hovedhistorien, netop fordi vi får fortalt så mange små længere historier udover den egentlige historie.

Derudover er der også alt for meget politik inde over historien til min smag. Der går alt for meget magt-intriger i det at det til sidst bare handler om hvem der kan få skovlen under hvem, mens man sidder og venter på at få de sidste detaljer at det enormt store puslespil til at gå op. Selv da man endelig kommer til slutningen er det ikke alt der giver mening, ikke efter mit hoved i hvert fald. Der var nogle ting jeg bare ikke fangede ved slutningen at jeg sad tilbage med en meget flad følelse, og enorm skuffelse efter den omtale bogen har fået.

Det er vist tydeligt at sige jeg ikke var synderlige begejstret over denne bog og jeg kan på sin vis ikke helt sætte mig ind i hvordan den har kunnet vinde nogle af alle de priser den fik i sine første år på bogmarkedet. Nu har jeg læst den og kan strege den på min læseliste og hurtigt begive mig videre til den næste, for jeg kan også roligt sige at det nok ikke er en jeg kan finde på at genlæse.

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Lørdagscookies

Fordi det er weekend og fordi jeg får en veninde på besøg i morgen blev lørdag i dag til en mindre bagedag for mig. Ikke nødvendigvis fordi det tog mig lang tid at bage to omgange af cookies, de var faktisk utrolig nemme at lave hvis man selv skulle få lyst til det. Min veninde som jeg får besøg af i morgen er på det seneste blevet lettere overfølsom overfor mel og hvidt sukker, hvilket jo satte mig lidt på en prøve med at finde på hvad jeg skulle bage. Men, men jeg kender jo noget til det ikke at spise mel i større mængder, eftersom vi herhjemme spiser efter Jane Faerbers vidunderlige LCHF kogebøger, og der er der mange lækre opskrifter på ’sunde’ brød og kager. Det er dog ikke der jeg har fundet de opskrifter jeg valgte af afprøve i dag. Tværtimod var det bogen Lykken er Chokolade. Nu tænker du måske hvordan kan der findes ’sunde’ opskrifter i en kogebog dedikeret til chokolade? Men det kan der altså, med det i mente at man bruger chokolade med så højt kakaoindhold som man kan holde ud.

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Heri fandt jeg opskrifterne på hele to forskellige cookies. Den første jeg faldt over var lavet på mel malet af Pecan nødder og med appelsin og chokolade. Den var så nem at lave, ligesom den anden at jeg havde lavet begge portioner på lige knap en time. Jeg har endnu ikke fået smagt på dem her med pecan endnu, jeg har valgt at gemme dem til i morgen.

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De andre jeg lavede derimod har jeg smagt på. De er heller ikke lavet på mel, men peanutbutter og masser af det. I begge opskrifter skulle der godt nok sukker i, men i stedet for almindelig hvidt sukker brugte jeg noget af det lyse rørsukker jeg havde i skabet, for at se om det ikke ville lette lidt på tingene. Begge opskrifter havde en god portion groft, hakket mørkt chokolade blandet i, men den her skulle også have lidt havsalt i sig. Normalt syntes jeg at den salte kombination ikke passer til den søde del af køkkenet, men kæresten er meget glad for det, så i håb om at han også vil syntes om den fik de det.

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Som sagt fik jeg lavet begge portioner på under en time og de smager indtil videre rigtig godt. Så hvis du ligesom forfatterne til Lykken er Chokolade er utrolig glad for chokolade og spiser det dagligt, så vil jeg anbefale den her kogebog.

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Chapter One – Memories of the Past

Det er den første fredag i måneden og som jeg har lovet begynder jeg fremover at udgive et kapitel fra min roman, som jeg stadig arbejder på. I sidste uge fik i en lille smagsprøve i form af en prolog. I dag er det så tid til første kapitel hvor I møder vores hovedperson Jennifer Paris.

(It is the first Friday of the month and as I promised I will henceforth post a chapter from my novel, which is still a work in progress. Last week you had a little teaser in the shape of a prologue. Today it is time for the first chapter in which you meet our protagonist Jennifer Paris.)

Chapter One – Memories of the Past

The shadow moved swiftly across the ground in the increasing twilight. A necessary feat to keep up with its owner. The young woman ran through the wilderness paying no attention to her long, red hair getting caught in the branches surrounding her in her chase. The only thing her green eyes could focus on was a point ahead of her; everything else was just a blur on her path.

The woman was not fully grown in her appearance, yet she could no longer be called a child. Her eyes would give her away, and the determination they showed at that precise moment said it all. Her tiny body moved gracefully yet hastily through the thick undergrowth of the forest and did not take any notice of the many cuts and bruises she gained on her way. Her thin clothes were torn from the many thorns she had come across on her long journey. The skin was bright underneath layers of dirt and numerous cuts and bruises her body had sustained form the long period on the move. She stopped very suddenly. Every one of her senses were heightened and she slowly closed her eyes to enhance them. Standing like this, calm and peaceful, you would not know how upset the woman was and how strong her desire was to capture her prey. For several days she had been on the hunt, stopping only to take care of the basic needs that arose. The memory of a good night’s sleep was too far from her to recall and no longer a familiarity to her. All those basic things were no longer of importance however, not if her hunt would result in her gaining what was rightfully hers once more.

She glanced carefully around for the smallest movement, but as she became better at tracking her prey, so did the prey become better at hiding from her. She suddenly heard a branch break not far from her. Her prey had made a mistake and the woman leaped ahead sure of herself to catch up. The darkness was closing in on the forest but it didn’t bother her. Through her hunt all her senses had grown, including her vision; and she was rapidly adapting to the darkness growing stronger and stronger as the night fell. She could still tell the harsh smell of her prey through the fresh air of the forest and the newly coming dew of the night. The disgusting smell of soot, sweat and confinement was unmistakable.

She moved faster and faster and the stench grew stronger and stronger but she forced herself not to breathe it in. All of a sudden she found herself in a tiny clearing thickly covered with moss.  Several small boulders lined the edge of the clearing. Leaning on one of these boulders was an old man. He was gasping for breath, heaving large amounts of air down his tired lungs. He stood bent over, arching his back, making it more hunched than it already was. His old skin was ruddy under the many layers of dirt and grime and like the woman’s his had several cuts and bruises; many of these were surrounded by congealed blood. His thinning grey hair was sweaty, clinging to his forehead and halfway covering the rest of his face. The eyes were bloodshot and stared directly at the woman, who had stopped behind him. Despite the many obvious and less obvious injuries, the old man did not seem to care about any of those things. His energy was addressed at the woman behind him and the tiny object he held tightly in his left hand. It was no bigger than a walnut and barely visible, aside from the silver chain dangling from the man’s hand reflecting the amount of moonlight getting through the trees. The eyes of the old man darted back and forth between the young woman and his left hand. He tightened his grip around the tiny object and very slowly, tiny drops of blood began to trickle down his hand and arm.

>>Hand it over!<< Commanded the young woman holding out her hand as she took two steps closer. The old man scrambled, as far as his body would let him, further away from the woman. He was a pathetic sight as he stood there, though it could be more accurate to say he was hanging on the boulder, still gasping for breath. It seemed unbelievable that it was this old man, looking so close to death, the woman had been chasing for so long.

>>Never!<< He rasped back, his voice only just audible above the swarm of mosquitoes drawn to the blood of the old man, yet he paid no attention to these either. If anything his grip only tightened further around the object, dropping more blood on the ground.

The woman felt more frustrated than ever before and her anger towards the old man grew steadily as he tightened his grip. As her anger rose, so did a bright light that had started to spread through the fingers of the old man and the tiny object he was clutching. In a desperate attempt he moved his hand further away from the young woman though it did no good. The light grew stronger and bigger and still he kept his grip tight. A tiny smile crept over the lips of the young woman. She could see the pain on the man’s face. He collapsed onto both knees on the ground in the clearing, yet he still did not loosen his grip on the object and the anger of the woman increased steadily with each minute. The air around the clearing started to grow warm and moisture began to find its way to the clearing, along with the many insects, besides the mosquitoes, and swarmed around the old man, now dripping blood from several more places on his body, though no places as bad as his hand.

His hand glowed red as if it were in flames and you could begin to see the shape of the object on the back of his hand; A small figure in the shape of a circle with a strap over it appeared to be burning its way through the old man’s hand.

>>Is it worth it? Is the pain worth it?<< Raged the woman, standing her ground, firm as one of the boulders, and staring hard at her prey without the tiniest amount of pity. The man was trembling from head to toe and sweat was dripping from him, soaking his worn clothes. He calmed himself for a few seconds and stared right back at the woman and her green eyes and in an almost non-audible voice he said:

>>Yes.<< At that exact same moment the wrath of the woman exploded and flames arose at the edge of the clearing cutting off every way of escape. The woman could feel the fear of the man seep through the warmth and she embraced it. The man was shaking and was by now lying flat on the ground. The young woman brushed a tiny lock of her hair from her face as she stepped over him and gazed down at him eagerly. Then, kneeling down she said: >>You can’t win Teron.<< No sooner had the last syllable left her lips before an ocean of flames erupted around them. The man twisted, screaming from pain. He couldn’t see or feel anything besides the scorching flames licking all over his body. All he felt was his life seeping out of his body as the flames consumed him ever so slowly.

 

At the same moment Jennifer awoke, drenched in sweat and tangled in her sheets. For a moment one would believe it had been her trapped in the flames because her eyes portrayed the same fear. She untangled herself from the clammy sheets. She had been so engaged in her dream, as if she was right next to the old man and young woman, that she had thrashed and turned in her bed, wrapping herself more and more in her sheets. Still shaking from the dream, she pulled her legs close and sat dead still for a few moments to gather herself. According to the clock on the dresser it was far past midnight yet a long time till she had to get up. The dream still lingered with her and she was well aware she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.

The same dream had been returning to Jennifer for several nights in a row, and it intensified more and more with each night; so much in fact that Jennifer could almost feel the wrath of the young woman and the old man’s fear. She rubbed her tired eyes as they started to adjust to the darkness. The lack of sleep during the night was starting to get to her and despite the fact that the summer holidays was about to start, her teachers were not happy with her for snoozing in class for most of the time.

She hinged her dark hair behind her ears and pulled the sheets over her again. After calming down again, the cold of the night crept over her. She had completely given up hope of going back to sleep. The first night the dream occurred she’d gone straight back to sleep, merely figuring it was a normal nightmare. However, she quickly woke again after returning to the exact same dream. After that first night, the dream had reoccurred almost every night, and Jennifer was well aware by now that it was no ordinary nightmare. She no longer tried to go back to sleep, afraid to go back to the dream, and she kept putting off going to sleep at all in the evenings. She knew it was just a dream, but at the same time it seemed much more real and not like any other nightmare she had ever had. That part scared her most of all. It was that part that kept her from going to bed at all some nights. But she had to try and get some sleep eventually.

Tonight was no different than the others; She would get no more sleep. Once more she pushed the sheets off and went to turn on the lights. Ever so slowly she opened the door to hear whether the rest of the house was asleep. After just a few seconds she recognized the light snoring going through the house from the rest of the occupants. She closed the door again and turned to face her room. Yet again Jennifer was forced to entertain herself in the solitude of her room. The problem was, she had been doing this for many nights prior to this and there wasn’t much left for her to do. She had tidied what could be tidied, organized what could be organized, leaving her questioning what to do this night? Her eyes caught sight of a photo album at the top of one of her shelves. The spine of the album was worn and the album itself was slightly dusty. She hadn’t been able to dust her room, due to the fact that she had to do everything by night without disturbing the rest of the house. Jennifer blew on the album, making the dust fly about the room as she sat down with her back against the bed. Thankfully the pictures had not been harmed by the dust. Naturally, a few had torn corners from years of flipping through the album but otherwise Jennifer had taken good care of them. She flicked swiftly through the first couple of pages, containing mostly baby pictures of her. After a few pages she stopped abruptly. She’d come across a picture of her mother. Her breathing became heavier and her mood dropped a few levels, even further after the nightmare. Her mother looked so happy and peaceful in the picture; Jennifer checked the date on the back. It went back almost three years, which meant it was dated nearly a year before they had discovered her illness and another year before the doctors had given up hope. Jennifer let out a heavy sigh. The last days had been very hard and trying for her mother. The only comfort Jennifer could think of was at least her mother would be happy now she had joined her father.

At the mere age of 17 Jennifer had lost both her parents. Granted, she had never met her father, he had died shortly after she was born. But she’d had her mother since she had been able to remember and now she would never see her again. It had been five months now. Five months where Jennifer had been forced to live without her mother, five hard months. Though, she wasn’t alone it didn’t make the loss easier. She still had her two sisters Samantha and Anna. Samantha, who insisted on being called Sam, had moved back into the house along with her husband, Jack, and their daughter, Susan, of barely one year old. Sam and Jack had named their daughter after Susan, their mother.

In the first days Jennifer didn’t want to be around people, let alone talk to them. Because she was the youngest of the three she’d had a different and at times closer relationship to their mother, and her death had left a larger gap in her heart compared to theirs, at least Jennifer felt it had. Jennifer had closed up and had not wished to talk to anyone during the first weeks. Sam and Jack had moved back in along with Susan, back to Sam’s childhood home, taking care Jennifer wouldn’t end up in the system the last year before she turned 18. After a short while Sam had been made Jennifer’s legal guardian. Yet Jennifer still was not approachable by anybody. Her other sister, Anna, who had also lived at home the first few weeks after their mother’s death swept Jennifer’s behaviour off as grief, saying she just needed time to get over the shock. In a way, Anna had been right, because as the time went by Jennifer slowly opened up. Although she wasn’t quite herself yet. However, Jennifer had realized she wasn’t the only one missing her mother and with the help from her sisters everything became a bit easier.

In the bedroom across the hall Jennifer could hear Jack mumble in his sleep, a thing he did quite often and it made Jennifer smile because of the familiarity. She replaced the picture of her mother in the album and kept flicking through it. More pictures of Jennifer as a baby came, along with baby pictures of Anna and Sam. All in all she was glad she still had them and that they both took so good care of her. She didn’t even dare to think of how it would be without them. As the minutes passed and Jennifer got through photo album upon photo album, light started to brighten outside her window. She hadn’t kept track of time and it came as a slight surprise when Sam poked her head in Jennifer’s bedroom.

>>Morning Jennifer. Up and…<< She had a surprised look on her face when she saw Jennifer sitting on the floor.

>>At’em.<< Jennifer finished.

>>Good morning.<< Jennifer closed the photo album and got to her feet. >>Is it morning already?<< She looked in bewilderment out the window at the sunshine.

>>Another nightmare tonight?<< Sam crossed her arms as she leaned in the doorway and looked at Jennifer in a way much too similar to their mother. Jennifer nodded without so much as a word and dropped down on her bed. Sam gave a sigh and went over to sit beside her as she pulled her blonde hair to one side.

>>How many nights has it been now?<< She asked quietly and placed her hands in her lap, waiting for Jennifer to answer. Jennifer kept her silence as she tried to remember when the first nightmare had occurred.

>>A few weeks. Sam, why do you think I keep having this same dream, over and over again?<< Jennifer looked up at her sister. Her green eyes pierced their way to Sam’s greyish eyes and she bit her lip, just as she always did when she was in doubt of anything. >>Sam?<< Jennifer repeated. Sam averted her eyes and sighed.

>>Come along.<< Was all she said and Jennifer followed her to Anna’s old room, which now also functioned as storage room. She pushed her way through the many boxes to get to a dresser at the very back of the room while Jennifer waited by the door. Sam soon returned with a tiny box, barely bigger than a lunchbox. She gave a small nod of the head telling Jennifer to follow her again. They went into Sam and Jack’s bedroom where Jack was only just getting out of bed.

>>Could you give us a moment, darling?<< Sam asked, and Jack left the two of them with a nod and a kiss for Sam. He recognised the look she gave him and he knew the two sisters needed some time alone. Once Jack had left the room Sam went to sit on the bed and indicated for Jennifer to join her. >>Originally, I hadn’t planned for you to have this at least for another year or two.<< She still had her eyes on the tiny box. >>But as things and time have progressed I only see it fit it is returned to you now.<< Her voice was heavy and Jennifer got the feeling Sam really didn’t want to give her what was in the tiny box. Sam opened the box and revealed another even tinier box. Jennifer could tell it was a small jewellery box of some kind. With the bigger box pushed aside, Sam held tightly around the smaller jewellery box.

>>Returned? What do you mean by returned to me?<<

>>This was given as a gift to you when you were born.  It was a gift from our father.<< Sam began but was interrupted by Jennifer.

>>But if it was a gift from when I was born how come I haven’t seen it before?<< Sam sighed before she continued.

>>Because, and let me finish before you start asking questions. As I said, it was a gift from our father; mum however, took it away from us later on. Shortly after dad died she took them and hid them from all of us, she didn’t want us to be reminded of dad too much. It’s only recently I had mine back.<< At this point Sam found a box from her dresser in the exact same size as the one she had in her lap, only slightly more damaged and worn from time. Afterwards she handed the first box to Jennifer, who hesitantly opened it. Inside she found a necklace; bright silver with a beautiful locket. Sam opened her box and showed an almost identical necklace with locket, only in gold.

>>Once mum found out the seriousness of her illness it didn’t take her more than a couple of days before she gave me mine back. The next day, she gave Anna hers back. She asked me to give you yours on your birthday, when you were ready for it. Although it’s not your birthday I think you’re about ready for it. It’s a locket. Go ahead and open it.<< Just as Jennifer opened hers, so did Sam. There was already a picture inside the locket of their parents taken years ago, several years before they had children. They looked blissfully happy and as if they had just met.

>>It’s from their first year together. Taken many years ago. Dad told mum he knew at that point already she was the one for him and he had the first locket made as a gift for her. That was this one.<< Sam held out her own locket and Jennifer could clearly see it was much older than hers. >>When they had me it was handed down to me. When mum got pregnant for the second time dad had a second locket made just like the first one with the exact same picture. Anna’s is in a brighter gold. And they repeated it with you in silver as you can see. It’s our common link to our parents and each other.<<

>>But how come you’re giving it to me now and what’s this got to do with my nightmares? There’s more to it, isn’t there?<< Jennifer became very sceptical and with a look at her sister she suddenly began to question whether she wanted to hear more. Sam fell silent with a sad look on her face.

>>Yes, I do know more. I’m just not sure how to tell you. If mum was still here she would stop me for sure. It’s only six months ago I was allowed to tell Anna, while mum was still alive to back me up. So once I tell you this you have to believe me because no matter how you may want to twist and turn it around, it is true. There’s no way around it.<<

>>But what is it?<< Silence roamed between the two for a while, a silence Sam used to gather her nerves to tell Jennifer a piece of information that would change her life forever. Jennifer waited for Sam’s news and didn’t dare break the silence. Finally, Sam heaved in a deep breath and opened her mouth. But what she said was so mind boggling and impossible for Jennifer to wrap her head around that she simply sat completely still with her mouth open in shock.

>>Jennifer, dad never died. He’s still alive.<<

Copyright Michelle H. Lindberg

 

To be continued in Chapter Two – Burn Marks.

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Kiss That Frog: A Modern Fairy Tale (Cate Rowan, 2012)

Kiss That Frog: A Modern Fairy Tale

 

An artist agrees to frog-sit her niece’s pet, “Toad.” In a moment of whimsy, between cricket feedings, she kisses the frog. A short while later, she finds a handsome man in Regency clothing in her living room.

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Jeg er jo en ‘sucker’ når det kommer til genfortællinger af eventyr, så da jeg faldt over denne lige e-bog tænkte jeg at den kunne underholde mig en aften. Og der var da heller ikke til mere end en enkelt aften med lige knap 40 sider. Jeg var lidt skeptisk om der nu var en holdbar historie i så kort en bog, om personerne var troværdige. Jeg vil sige at jeg er 90 % overbevist. Historien er den klassiske frøprins fortælling, bare i Los Angeles og lidt anderledes i og med den foregår på en enkelt weekend så vidt jeg læste det. Hovedpersonen Sofia skal passe sin nieces frø som hun af uransalige årsager begynder at opfatte som sin lille ven, til trods for at hun trodsigt sagde at hun hadede frøer til at starte med. Alligevel ender hun med at smække frøen et kys og vupti – der var prinsen.

Sofia var faktisk hurtig at relatere til fordi hun var meget virkelighedstro, og hendes skepsis og meget modsigende optimisme på vegne af sin niece og søster er intet mindre en sødt. Hendes reaktion overfor den mystisk opdukkende prins er heller ikke mærkelig – for hvem accepterer bare at en middelalderklædt mand pludselig befinder sig i ens stue? Forholdet mellem de to, som vi jo godt ved skal udvikle sig meget hurtigt er dog noget tvivlende. Ganske vist har Sofias libido en stor del at skulle have sagt (ja, der er en del undertoner at tage føling på piger), men i sidste ende viser det sig at være en lille killing i en dyrehandel der slår det sidste slag. Det havde jeg det ærligt talt meget svært med at acceptere. Jo jo, der er den der kærlighed ved første blik ting, men når nu det skal forestille at være et moderne eventyr forventede jeg nok noget mere realistisk i forhold til udvikling af følelser i modsætning til rå dyrisk tiltrækning, som i sidste ende bare er baseret på manglende samspil af modsatte køn.

Sagt på en måske lidt pænere måde; Kiss That Frog er en sød genfortælling man kan læse på en aften, hvis man ikke orker at gå i gang med en større eventyrgenfortælling, men alligevel har trang til den genre. Det er ikke et af nutidens større vidundere, men i bund og grund bare en sød historie (om end den så fordrejer vores virkelighed en smule).

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Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares (Rachel Cohn &David Levithan, 2012)

“I’ve left some clues for you.
If you want them, turn the page.
If you don’t, put the book back on the shelf, please.”

So begins the latest whirlwind romance from the bestselling authors of Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist. Lily has left a red notebook full of challenges on a favorite bookstore shelf, waiting for just the right guy to come along and accept its dares. But is Dash that right guy? Or are Dash and Lily only destined to trade dares, dreams, and desires in the notebook they pass back and forth at locations across New York? Could their in-person selves possibly connect as well as their notebook versions? Or will they be a comic mismatch of disastrous proportions?

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Personligt elskede jeg Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist som film, jeg har endnu til gode at læse bogen. Så da jeg så forfattere parret stod bag denne bog var det en nem beslutning om at læse eller ej. På trods af mange bredt spændende anmeldelser på goodreads dykkede jeg med glæde ned i bogen og de forvirringer der opstod i Dash og Lilys udfordringer. Jeg fandt det både underholdende, men også fascinerede at to unge mennesker turde stole på hinanden på den måde de gør og rent faktisk udføre de udfordringer de får sig stillet. Samtidig kunne jeg ikke lade være med at forestille mig selv i deres sko og hvad jeg ville gøre hvis jeg fik den slags udfordringer.

Man er vel lidt tilbøjelig til pladder-ungdomsromaner sommetider og her falder den her meget godt ind under. Der er utrolig meget teenage drama både for drenge og piger, bare på hver deres måde og jeg er næsten sikker på at enhver kan relatere enten til Dash eller Lilys problemer. Hvad enten det er om ens forældre er skilt eller man er ham/hende den knap så populære i skolen. Personligt tror jeg at jeg fandt bogen så god som jeg gjorde fordi jeg kunne relatere til Lily på en hel del punkter. Hendes manglende tro på sig selv, uvidenhed om det modsatte køn (at hun som 16 aldrig er blevet kysset på den der rigtige måde – selv var jeg nok 23 før jeg fik mit første rigtige kys, og det fordi jeg selv pressede mig ud i den situation), eller hendes mangel på såkaldte ungdomseventyr som at drikke sig fuld (selv kan jeg tælle det på en hånd hvor tit jeg har været fuld, og jeg har aldrig været det i sådan en tilstand at jeg ikke kan huske hvad jeg har lavet, som mange unge mennesker ellers oplever). Jeg var så glad for Lily at hendes var mine favorit kapitler. Kapitlerne med Dash var også gode, men bare på en anden måde. For han var jo ham man som pigen var lidt små-forelsket i, på Lilys vegne selvfølgelig.

Samlet set syntes jeg Dash & Lilys Book of Dares er en sød fornøjelse at læse, måske endnu mere op til jul eftersom den finder sted i juledagene. Så hvis man ikke er alt for prætentiøs og kan overkomme de mange litteratur henvisninger og benævnelser, så syntes jeg helt klart man skal læse den. Samtidig er den et glimt ind i en ungdom man eventuelt stadig befinder sig i eller kan se tilbage på med et smil på  læben og genkende sig selv i enten Dash eller Lily.

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Ud i den skønne natur

Den her weekend var kæresten og jeg så heldige at vi havde fået lov til at låne mine forældres bil, eftersom de skulle til København hvor min far skulle løbe med i et eller andet stort løb (hvilket vi fik stor transmission fra i radioen næsten hele dagen). Vi besluttede derfor at lade arbejde og studier være netop det, og tage en dag i det fri og slå hjernen lidt fra. Efter lidt roden med computeren og et print af en køreplan, for når man ikke har gps og telefonen kan risikere at miste signal derude på landet er det nu meget godt at have noget at køre efter, satte kæresten sig bag rattet og af sted var det med os. Jeg har jo endnu ikke fået det der kørekort endnu, så kæresten var lidt tvunget til at tage rattet. Vores tur gik nordøst til kysten og til Svinkløv Badehotel. Desværre, da vi kom derud viste det sig at Badehotellet havde lukket for sæsonen så vi kunne ikke engang få så meget som en lille kop kaffe.

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Det fraholdt os da ikke fra at gå en tur gennem klitterne og ned til havet. Her traskede vi rundt lidt og nød det dejlige solskin og vi endte oveni købet med at sende en flaskepost. Midt på stranden fandt vi en gammel tom whisky flaske, jeg havde en blok papir og kuglepen i tasken og så bestemte vi os for at lave lidt sjov. Vi skrev en lille besked og kylede flasken tilbage i den brusende Jammerbugt, og så må vi bare vente og se hvad der sker af det. Vi efterlod godt nok ikke nogle konkrete informationer om os selv, lidt i frygt for hvilke personer den eventuelt skulle ende hos.

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Meget kan man sige om naturen, men når vejret er til det er der altså flot omkring Svinkløv Badehotel og jeg blev da også enig med mig selv om at vi på et senere tidspunkt skal tilbage dertil på et mindre weekendophold og slå hjernen fra den travle hverdag. Jeg er overbevist om at det vil være en speciel oplevelse på sådan et gammeldags badehotel. I kan jo selv bedømme ud fra billederne (som desværre ikke er taget med professionelt kamera, men bare med min lille telefon), hvad syntes I om stedet?

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Prologue

Som lovet forleden bringer jeg her en mindre teaser på hvad man kan forvente de næste mange kommende første fredage i måneden.

Historien hedder The Choice of The Heart, og her inden teaseren kan du kort læse hvad den handler om;

When Jennifer Paris discovers that the life she has lead for the past seventeen years has been based on a lie she realises that she is about to make a choice. However, she has no idea what consequences her choice will set in motion and how much it will affect the rest of her life. Leaving her previous life behind she sets out to find her heritage to conquer the evils that lurk from times long gone by now risen to haunt from the depths of a forgotten past.

Når du så har dannet dig en ide om det er noget du har lyst til at læse mere af, kan du med glæde læse videre for her kommer prologen som teaser før jeg bringer jeg første kapitel i næste uge. Rigtig god fornøjelse, og jeg håber I syntes om det.

 

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Three young women stood silently in a neat row, each different from the other in stature and poise, yet still much alike. The eldest’s hands halfway covered her trembling lips as she sniffled into a sodden handkerchief while her chestnut hair curtained her sadden face as she stared at the ground. From time to time her left hand reached to her left for the second young woman. Her face crumbled in an agonizing mask. No tears ran down her cheeks, opposed to the eldest woman. Instead she starred straight at the ground and kept her hand tightly locked around the hands of the two women on either side of her. Her short, chestnut hair blew softly around her face and in the light breeze that ruffled the small party of people. No one moved and everyone was staring at the ground. At the end of the line was the youngest of the three women, with hair thicker and a darker shade of chestnut, yet it was clear that these three women were sisters. The youngest almost clutched to her sister’s hand while she kept wiping her face with the other. Tears ran freely down her face and she cared little for her appearance at the present. All three sets of sparkling green eyes were focused on the same thing.

A white casket was lowered into the ground, a cascade of flowers ordaining the most part of what was visible. Ribbons flowed from each large group of flowers, almost obscuring the casket. The little amount of people gathered around the process of lowering the casket all cried in one way or another, some silently while others wept openly and without regard for how people might look at them. Somewhere in the distance, the cry of a baby could be heard and the oldest sister seemed to be torn between her side at the grave and the cry of the infant.

>>Now we say our last goodbyes to Susan Paris. May her soul roam free in the heavens and her memory stay with her loving family for the rest of eternity. We thank the heavens that her soul may rest in peace.<< A chorus of Amen and agreement rose from the small crowd and people started to gather around the three sisters. Condolences were said, hands shaken, flowers exchanged until the three women were left alone beside the grave. Their hands kept a firm grip on each other until a young man with an infant on one arm came up next to the oldest of the sisters.

A silent agreement seemed to pass between them as he pecked her gently on the cheek and she nodded in his direction. He then turned and walked away while the infant reached for its mother. The oldest sister however, had chosen that day to share her feelings with her siblings. They remained in silence by the grave as they said their last goodbyes to their mother. Sniffles crept from one sister to the other and their hands remained locked for what seemed an eternity. Once the last few stragglers had left and they were alone there, the oldest sister cleared her throat and showed sign of wanting to speak. Yet when she parted her lips no sound came out, except for a small sigh at the back of her throat.

>>Let’s just go home.<< The young women in the middle finally said. She received no answer, there was no need. All three of them knew there was nothing more for them at the cemetery at this point. However, when the two of them turned to leave the youngest remained in her place. Her face searched the grounds, as though she had lost something. She looked to her sisters and then continued to search the surrounding gravestones for names. When she reached the conclusion that what she was looking for was nowhere in her sight, she turned on the spot, walked to her sisters and asked:

>>Why is there no grave for our father?<<

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To be continued in Chapter One – Memories of the Past.

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Boglege

Katja begyndte for noget tid siden en bog-leg som hun desværre måtte give slip på. Af den grund syntes jeg da ikke vi skal lade hendes arbejde gå til spilde, eller lade de svar jeg selv havde tænkt godt og grundigt være til ingen verdens nytte. Derfor bringer jeg her de svar jeg havde forberedt.

 

Hvilken populær forfatter har du – trods populariteten – aldrig læst en bog af?

E.J. James, forfatteren af Fifty Shades of Grey. Da bøgerne blev hypet så meget som de gjorde slog jeg næsten per automatik bremseklodserne i og har siden benægtet at læse dem, uanset hvor mange siger at de faktisk er okay. At hele genren siden er blevet et endnu større fænomen har bare fået mig til at holde foden på bremseklodsen. Jeg havde det på samme måde da Twilight kom ud, vampyr-pandemien gjorde at jeg hurtigt blev træt af hele genren. Det faktum at jeg – før Fifty Shades kom til Danmark – har ladet mig fortælle at Fifty Shades helt simpelt er en 90% identisk genfortælling af Twilight, bare tilsat lidt sexscener, ja, så gider jeg da heller ikke læse en bog jeg allerede har læst, ganske vist selvom den måske er 10% anderledes.

Hvilken bog du helst vil se blive filmatiseret?

Hmm, der er rigtig mange bøger jeg gerne så på storskærmen og så alligevel ikke, for problemet er at når de kommer på storskærmen skal man pludselig forholde sig til at andre har udtænkt hvordan tingene skal se ud, og det er ikke nødvendigvis sådan jeg selv har forestillet mig det. I den seneste tid med den trend der er med eventyrgenfortællinger i stor stil er der en serie som jeg inderligt håber når storskærmen på et eller andet tidspunkt. Der er Marissa Meyers Lunar Chronicles. Jeg fortaler den her serie en hel del over det hele, men det er simpelthen fordi jeg syntes den er så fabelagtig at alle burde læse den og nyde dens genialhed. Det er eventyret, men alligevel så twistet at det er helt nyt og inderligt spændende. Og så kunne jeg bare godt tænke mig at se det univers i ’virkeligheden’ som Marissa har skabt i den fjerne fremtid med beboere på månen.

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Hvilken bog planlægger du at læse i sommerferien?

Der er jo mange på to-read listen, men den jeg helt præcist planlægger at købe som sommerferielæsning i lufthavnen til sommer er Robert Galbraiths andet udspil, her selvfølgelig Rowlings anden bog under pseudonymet Galbraith. Den første i krimiserien var faktisk ret god på trods af at jeg ikke er til krimier generelt, så at jeg blev fanget af den her er en bedrift i sig selv. Nu skriver Rowling jo fantastisk så det undrer mig egentlig ikke. Så The Silkworm ryger lige fluks ned i carry-on tasken her til sommer, og så er jeg sådan set ligeglad med at den måske kommer til at veje en smule ekstra fordi den jo desværre nok kommer i hardback først.

Hvilken forfatter ville du give din højre arm for at møde?

Den står meget lige mellem tre; den ene er næsten åbenlys for hende har alle lyst til at møde og det er selvfølgelige JK Rowling der er tale om. Grunden er simpel, hun har påvirket min læseopvækst så meget at jeg vil takke hende og fortælle hende for jeg ved ikke for hvilken gang hvilket pragtfuldt stykke litteratur hun har skabt. Mest af alt også for at høre hvordan hendes tanker drejer sig om de ideer hun finder på til historier, I’d like to pick her brain so to say. De to andre er måske lidt sværere, Jane Austen eller Shakespeare. Begge har skrevet så fantastisk og vidunderlige fortællinger og jeg tror også de er nogle vanvittigt interessante personligheder som har masser at tale om.

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Den længste bog du har læst – Og var den det værd?

Det var bogen Den Første af Justin Cronin (The Passage på engelsk). Det var et læseeksemplar fra mit tidligere arbejde i Bog & ide og det var primært forsiden der fangede mig, og tykkelsen, fordi jeg gik ud fra at den ville kunne underholde mig i et godt stykke tid. Der tog jeg så fejl fordi jeg sad til langt ud på natten af spænding ved hvert kapitel, og det siger noget af jeg læste den på dansk! Den var på lidt over 1000 sider og det tror jeg faktisk også anden bog i serien var, og nu går jeg bare og venter spændt på den tredje bog.

En bog du synes er stærkt undervurderet og som alle bør læse.

Old Magic af Marianne Curley. Det er en ungdomsroman som jeg altid kan vende tilbage til og jeg forelsker mig i den på ny hver gang jeg læser den. Den har bare det hele; romantik, forbandelser, teenagedrama, tidsrejser, rigtige riddere og kampen om æren og kærligheden. Jeg kan læse den igen og igen og jeg tror aldrig jeg bliver træt af den. Desværre er den ikke så hype som så mange andre bøger og det syntes jeg er synd for den er bare fantastisk.

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En slutning på en bog, som tog dig med storm (Ingen spoilers!)

Her må jeg nok ty til en af de få krimier jeg har læst, The Cuckoo’s Calling af Robert Galbraith. Igennem hele bogen sad jeg og forsøgte at gennemskue whodunnit?! men jeg kunne godt nok ikke se det. Da ’skurken’ blev afsløret til sidst blev jeg så paf og overrasket at jeg ikke kunne lade være med at sidde tilbage og være forbløffet endnu engang over Galbraiths (som vi jo godt ved er Rowlings) måde at skrive om det usagte og overraske os på ny hver gang. Det er blandt andet også derfor det her er en krimiserie som jeg måske godt kan læse i fremtiden.

Hertil har jeg så prydet indlægget med nogle billeder at nogle rigtig fine fyrfadsstager jeg fandt i dag i Søstrene Grene. Så vidt jeg kan se er det en ny serie hvor der er 5 eller 6 forskellige at vælge imellem, der var dog kun 4 tilbage at vælge i mellem da jeg var nede i butikken, men jeg har planer om at kigge ned igen en af de kommende dage for at se om de har fået nogle af de andre.

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Det Der Forfatterskab……

Det kan måske være nemt nok at skrive og opdatere sin blog, men det der med at skrive generelt er ikke nødvendigvis altid helt så nemt. Det man kan kalde et forfatterskab er jo ikke bare lige sådan et man træder ind i ligesom Lucy Pevensie og kommer ud på den anden side til Narnia og pludselig har man påtaget sig kappen og kan kalde sig forfatter. Næh, nej det tager mere tid og mere arbejde end som så. Det er i hvert fald den erfaring jeg længe har påtaget mig.

Jeg startede med at skrive nogenlunde fast da jeg var 16 år gammel. Siden er det blevet til mange mærkelige produkter fra mine hænder og mine tanker, og det er da heller ikke alle sammen der er værd at gemme. Nogle af dem har dog udviklet sig til guldkorn i mit hjerte og jeg vil faktisk også gerne dele dem med andre. Her kom mit næste dilemma ind i billedet; how to do so? Hvordan kan man dele sin selvskrevne litteratur med andre læseentusiaster uden selv at blive klandret for alt muligt træls copyright halløjsovs? Det var primært grunden til jeg startede mit eget domæne og nu er det ved at være tid at jeg letter lidt på låget til hvad der venter forude.

Jeg startede som sagt med at skrive da jeg var 16, jeg mindes at jeg lige havde færdiglæst Harry Potter og Flammernes Pokal, og i min iver tænkte jeg at det kunne jeg da også gøre. Og her mente jeg at jeg da også sagtens lige kunne skrive en bog. Det viste sig at være lettere sagt end gjort, her 11 år senere er den stadig ikke færdig. Det skyldes flere ting, blandt andet sproglighed og oversættelse deraf, men mest af alt resten af livet der kommer i vejen og bare tvinger skriveriet til at ligge og samle støv på hylden. Men nu skal det være slut. Efter som ung pige på de der 17/18 år at blive afvist fra forskellige forlag, da jeg sendte den ind fordi jeg troede jeg havde skrevet den færdig, blev jeg jo også lidt nedslået og lagde skriveriet på hylden. Nu, en del år senere når jeg genlæser hvad jeg havde skrevet for de 10 år siden ler jeg af mig selv og forstår udmærket hvorfor det var et venligt nej jeg fik tilbage. Af samme grund har mit materiale også gennemgået adskillige omskrivninger og omstruktureringer. Fordelen ved denne metode er at jeg efterhånden kender mine karaktere så godt som jeg kender mig selv. Det er også en af grundene til at det har været svært for mig at slippe disse personer fri fra mit sind. Tænk nu hvis folk ikke vil kunne lide dem lige så godt som jeg kan, tænk nu hvis de ikke bliver taget godt imod? Den slags tanker sværmer hos en spirende forfatter af enhver slags er jeg næsten sikker på. Men nu skal det altså være nu.

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Efter at have fået mit nye domæne flot op at køre og har modtaget dejlig respons fra de af jer der kigger fordi en gang imellem har jeg besluttet at slippe min karaktere fri.

Det kommer til at foregå på den måde at jeg frigiver et nyt kapitel hver måned, startende med April. Jeg vil så vidt som muligt forsøge at lægge frigivelsen så den passer med hver første fredag i måneden. Det vil sige første kapitel kommer fredag d. 4 April. Men jeg syntes alligevel ikke du skal gå og vente så længe på at læse lidt. Derfor vil jeg på fredag frigive en lille teaser og indblik i hvilken person I skal møde og tage på eventyr med.

Jeg kan allerede nu afsløre af genren er Young Adult og Fantasy. Eftersom det er den genre jeg selv læser flest bøger indenfor falder det naturligvis også nemmest for mig at skrive herunder. Dermed ikke sagt at jeg ikke skriver andet. Det vil fremtiden vise med noveller og andre kreative input fra mig af.

Så hav tålmodighed til på fredag, og næste fredag og næste måned for den sags skyld.

Jeg håber du vil kigge med.

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Always a Witch (Carolyn MacCullough, 2011)

The adventures of Tam and Gabriel continue with more time travel, Talents, spy work, and of course, the evil Knights.

Since the gripping conclusion of Once A Witch, Tamsin Greene has been haunted by her grandmother’s prophecy that she will soon be forced to make a crucial decision—one so terrible that it could harm her family forever. When she discovers that her enemy, Alistair Knight, went back in time to Victorian-era New York in order to destroy her family, Tamsin is forced to follow him into the past. Stranded all alone in the nineteenth century, Tamsin soon finds herself disguised as a lady’s maid in the terrifying mansion of the evil Knight family, avoiding the watchful eye of the vicious matron, La Spider, and fending off the advances of Liam Knight. As time runs out, both families square off in a thrilling display of magic. And to her horror, Tamsin finally understands the nature of her fateful choice.

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Det gik forholdsvis hurtigt med at læse anden bog om Tamsin. Det var nok fordi jeg kendte personerne som jeg gjorde og igen var historien hurtigt til at tage fart og blive spændende. Historien starter stort set lige hvor den første slutter, Tamsin har vundet første halvleg så at sige og venter nu bare på at anden halvleg skal gå i gang. Og den går i gang allerede 3-4 kapitler inde i bogen så man sidder ikke og venter i kedsomhed over at der skal fart på historien. Der er ikke kedsomhed over disse bøger, der er gang i den fra start til slut; det er lige meget om det er det store plot om Tamsins svære valg hun til sidst må træffe eller de små romantiske vink som der kommer flere og flere af mellem Tamsin og Garbriel.

Tamsin har også gjort sit indtryk hos mig for jeg må indrømme at i starten forekom hun mig meget overfladisk og utaknemlig for sin familie, men efter flere og flere ting blev afsløret tog man hende til sig og begyndte at se tingene fra hendes side af sagen, hvilket ikke var så svært eftersom bogen er skrevet i 1. personfortæller fra Tamsin af. Gabriel blev jeg også mere og mere glad for, ikke mindst på grund af sit beskyttergen overfor Tamsin og de ulykker hun nu forvilder sig ud i. Det forhold, som man vel kan kalde det, de udvikler udformer sig også meget naturligt og er ikke den typiske overnaturlige sjælefrænde-jeg-kan-ikke-leve-uden-dig-kærlighed. Nej, det er helt normalt teenager kærlighed man troede var glemt i barndomsårene, men som lige stikker sit hoved frem alligevel, og det syntes jeg var fantastisk at læse til en forandring.

Samlet set var der meget lidt jeg ikke kunne lide ved de her bøger. Den eneste ulempe er måske sproget som er meget nemt (men det er måske også meget sagt fra mig som engelsklærer, der læser engelsk som man kan spise chokoladeknapper), og historien er alt for hurtigt overstået. Jeg kunne sagtens læse et par udfordringer mere med Tamsin, men den åbne slutning har bogen også taget livet af med den slutning Tamsin selv påtager sig af denne udfordring. Overordnet er der ikke nogen huller hvor man sidder og tænker ”Hov, hvad er jeg lige gået glip af?” Og det er rart til trods for det så kort en bog – den passer vel egentlig perfekt til noget sommerferielæsning nu jeg tænker over det.

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