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Friday, September 19, 2014

By teens, for teens: the Inky Awards


My new Kill Your Darlings column is all about the fabulous Inky Awards from Inside A Dog! 


Jacob (15) from Queensland, is also an Inkys judge this year. ‘Teens are clearly the right choice to judge young adult book awards because these books were written for them,’ he says. ‘Adults judge adult book awards, so it only seems fair and logical for young adults to judge young adult book awards.' 

Voting is now open for the 2014 Inky Awards until 5 October. 
Vote here: http://insideadog.com.au/vote  
The winners of the 2014 Inky Awards will be announced on 21 October.

Friday, June 14, 2013

'The 5th Wave' by Rick Yancey

Received from the Publisher

From the BLURB:
The 1st Wave 

Took out half a million people.

The 2nd Wave 

Put that number to shame.

The 3rd Wave 

Lasted a little longer. Twelve weeks . . . Four billion dead.

In the 4th Wave 

You can't trust that people are still people.

And the 5th Wave?

No one knows. But it's coming.

On a lonely stretch of highway, Cassie runs. Runs from the beings that only look human, who have scattered Earth's last survivors.
To stay alone is to stay alive, until she meets Evan Walker. Beguiling and mysterious, Evan may be her only hope.
Now Cassie must choose: between trust and despair, between defiance and surrender, between life and death.
Cassie Sullivan has grown used to living with regret. 

She regrets that her family didn’t panic more before the 1st Wave came, that they actually thought some intergalactic peace-keeping might happen. 

She regrets not telling Ben Parish, high-school heart-throb, how she felt about him these many years and that she didn’t even attempt to make him know she existed . . . now he’s dead like all the others. 

She regrets that her family – mum, dad and little brother, Sammy – didn’t get out sooner, after the 2nd Wave came. 

She regrets not insisting that she help her father, as he buried her mother.

She regrets letting Sammy get on that bus with the soldiers.

And she regrets leaving her father at the Ash Pit, ambushed by those same soldiers and left for dead.

Cassie may be living with her regrets, but she’s also living with a plan – to get Sammy back, no matter what. 

‘The Fifth Wave’ is the first book in a new sci/fi young adult series from Rick Yancey. 

The first clue that ‘The Fifth Wave’ is not your typical sci/fi-dystopian YA, should be that Rick Yancey is not your typical author to be joining the genre-trend bandwagon. Yancey is actually author of ‘The Monstrumologist’, which was awarded the 2010 Michael L. Printz Honor Award for excellence in young adult literature. In other words, this is not an author who was looking to be ‘the next big thing’ by following the lead of other YA best-sellers. 

And the second clue that ‘The Fifth Wave’ is anything but typical YA comes within the first four chapters, when Yancey proves his “kill your darlings” ease – establishing a world that’s more blood-thirsty than ‘The Hunger Games.’ Forget examining totalitarian regimes where absolute power corrupts, absolutely – Yancey’s world isn’t about the dystopian ‘corruption of man’ trend. Instead, Yancey’s world is our world; that has been conquered by extra-terrestrial hordes. In this world, humans have been quickly shifted to bottom of the food chain and the few of us who remain are just waiting for the next cleansing . . . the 5th wave, to put us in league with the extinct dinosaurs. 

Part of the novel is told from the perspective of Cassie Sullivan – one of the lucky (depending on how you look at it) humans who survived Waves 1–4, along with her father and little brother . . . until a mobilisation of the army sent her survival skills into a tailspin and saw her brother kidnapped and father murdered. Now Cassie is solely focused on getting Sams back, at any cost.
 
“See?” he said softly. “That’s how you know, too.” 
“How I know what?” My eyes were tearing up. His crumpled-up body wiggled in my vision like an image in a fun-house mirror. But I didn’t dare release my grip on the rifle to rub my eyes. 
"That I’m human. If I wasn’t, I would have shot you.”  
That made sense. Or did it make sense because I wanted it to make sense? Maybe he dropped the gun to get me to drop mine, and once I did, the second gun he was hiding under his fatigues would come out and the bullet would say hello to my brain.This is what the Others have done to us. You can’t band together to fight without trust. And without trust, there was no hope.  
How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.

Cassie’s plan has a wrench thrown in when a ‘Silencer’ has her trapped and shot beneath a car on an abandoned highway . . . 

And that’s really the most I can talk about the plot; because Yancey throws so many ‘OH MY GOD’ curveballs and fake-outs throughout this novel, and to spoil them would be a serious injustice. Save to say; there’s more than just Cassie narrating this story. 

Yancey adheres to one common trope of the recent YA trend for these books; and that is in the romance. Except Yancey blows love-triangles and star-crossed-lovers out of the water and offers a passionate conundrum that’s sure to add fuel to the flames of the next two books in the series. 

Now, I've read reviews that compare this book to Stephenie Meyer’s ‘The Host.’ I really can’t speak to that since I couldn’t stomach that book beyond the first chapter . . . but I have seen the movie and all I can say is ‘no.’ They don’t compare because Yancey is in a league of his own. And if you need further proof, it’s in the fact that Meyer has stated she has outlines for the sequels and has done some writing on them, but she has some qualms since ‘The Host’ universe is a "dangerous place" where characters might die, and she is not sure if she wants to kill them off. Puh-lease. Yancey knows better than that – he knows how to write high-stakes, heart-palpitating action and that sometimes a body count is absolutely necessary when you’re writing about invading alien hordes. 

If you need further reason to read this, how about the fact that it has been longlisted for the Australian Inky Awards, Silver Inky? If you don’t know; that’s a book award for books that kids actually want to read. And I can totally see why Yancey has earned the admiration of YA readers for ‘The Fifth Wave’. Here is a scary book that forces moral conundrums on its young protagonists and throws readers into the thick of an alien invasion. Absolutely superb, addictive-reading . . . I need the second book, pronto!

5/5

Monday, November 19, 2012

'BZRK' BZRK #1 by Michael Grant

From the BLURB:

Set in the near future, BZRK is the story of a war for control of the human mind.  Charles and Benjamin Armstrong, conjoined twins and owners of the Armstrong Fancy Gifts Corporation, have a goal:  to turn the world into their vision of utopia.  No wars, no conflict, no hunger.  And no free will.  Opposing them is a guerrilla group of teens, code name BZRK, who are fighting to protect the right to be messed up, to be human.  This is no ordinary war, though.  Weapons are deployed on the nano-level. The battleground is the human brain.  And there are no stalemates here:  It’s victory . . . or madness.
 

BZRK unfolds with hurricane force around core themes of conspiracy and mystery, insanity and changing realities, engagement and empowerment, and the larger impact of personal choice. Which side would you choose?  How far would you go to win?

In England, Noah Cotton visits his older brother, an ex-soldier, in a mental facility where he rages about ‘nanos’ and berserk.

Sadie McLure is at a football game while her brother and father fly in a private jet overhead, off to a meeting about their company, McLure Industries.

Bug Man is at the controls, about to change the very course of history.

And down in the meat, everything is coming together for disaster. . .

‘BZRK’ is the first book in a new and frightening YA series from Michael Grant.

Nothing is as it seems in Michael Grant’s creepy-fantastic ‘BZRK’ – that’s true from the story, right down to my original pre-read misconceptions (of which, I shame-facedly admit, I had many). To begin with, the book is pronounced ‘Berserk’ (not BZ-RK as I first called it), and while the cover is rather dark and masculine, hinting at the sinister within, I actually came away from ‘BZRK’ thinking it was one of those rare YA books that will appeal equally to both female and male readers. But what really impressed me about Michael Grant’s first book in a new series is how downright clever it is. It’s something of an espionage/action-thriller/pre-Dystopian gem with teen heroes, set on an epic world-stage and will also appeal to adult readers. But I’m getting ahead of myself – let me delve into the meat of this story, if you will.

We open with threads of characters – beginning with Noah Cotton visiting his older brother in a mental asylum. Alex was once Noah’s idol – a fit military man, apart of an elite unit, he must have seemed like the veritable GI Joe to his young brother whose talents lay more in shoot ’em up video games than the real thing. But we quickly see that something has gone wrong – between Noah’s old idolization of his brother to now, when we see Alex has lost his mind and is confined to an asylum. Now he rages at the world, repeating the word ‘berserk, BERSERK! … BZRK’ over and over in a looping madness.

Shift to Sadie McLure – on a date at a football game with a boy she was intrigued by, but who is quickly boring her. While Sadie tries to keep a smile on her face in the stands, her brother and father (her last remaining family after the prolonged, suffering death of her mother to illness) fly overhead in a private jet – on their way to an important conference for McLure Industires. For a little while, as we’re introduced to the intriguing brother Stone McLure, readers may be mistaken for thinking we’re meeting the star of Grant’s series. Seventeen-year-old Stone is described as not exactly model handsome, but with a certain something that makes him not for girls, but for women. He is intriguing in everything, from his interactions with his proud father, Grey (who owns a mug with ‘FAIRLY DECENT DAD’ printed on it), to his very description: “He had a brow that seemed designed by God to mark him as honest…” but, alas, Stone is not for readers. Because as soon as we’re introduced to him, begin to settle down with his character, Grant pulls the rug out from under us in a fiery plane disaster that leaves Sadie an orphan – well and truly alone in the world.

Oh, and by this point, we’re only at page 15.

After Noah’s unsettling visit with his insane brother, he gets a visitor – a man who only gives the name Nijinsky. He is eager to meet Alex Cotton’s brother, and has a proposition for Noah – if he’s interested. Meanwhile, Sadie is being given a similar spiel – after the fiery loss of her brother and father, she needs something to fight and fight for.

Both Sadie and Noah agree to a training program – thus pushing them onto ‘the battlefield’ with BZRK. By agreeing to enter into the battle that took Noah’s brother, and Sadie’s family away, they are leaving their old lives behind – no longer are they Sadie and Noah – they are now Keats and Plath.

Now we meet the big players of little warfare controlling the world. There’s Vincent (real name: Michael Ford) and Bug Man (Anthony Elder). Men behind the controls of nanobot and biot technology. Tiny nanorobotics - machines or robots whose components are at or close to the scale of a nanometer – are controlled by these men for two separate companies. There is BZRK – a secret organization divided into numerous cells – headed by Lear, who nobody has ever met but who masterminds BZRK with the sole purpose of bringing down Charles and Benjamin Armstrong, of Armstrong Fancy Gifts Corporation (I particularly like this – for all those who think Hallmark is secretly ruling the world). The Armstrong’s are conjoined twins and the other major players of nanorobotics. Between Armstrong Fancy Gifts Corporation and BZRK, a small battle is being waged – in eyelashes, under the skin and in the hair of the world’s most influential people. And now Keats and Plath (formerly Sadie and Noah) are entering into the battle.

The genius of Grant’s ‘BZRK’ series lies in the nanorobotics. I admit, for a little while, I was reading ‘BZRK’ thinking what a wonderful imagination Michael Grant had. And then I got a sinking feeling in my gut. I searched Wikipedia (a scary thought in itself – since in the novel, Wikipedia is used to pass secret coded messages) and found that nanorobotics are entirely real. There really are such things as nanobots and biots, and they could very well be being used by the military. And as Michael Grant’s ‘BZRK’ progresses – as readers follow Plath and Keats on their training program, learning how to control small insect-like robots with their mind’s eye – you realize what a scary proposition that is.

The fright of nanorobotics is often perfectly articulated by a character called Karl Burnofsky, who works for the Armstrong’s and is the mastermind behind many of their creations. He was once as good a controller as Bug Man, but in recent years he has turned to drink to squelch the uneasiness of what he has unleashed on the world;

You want to see God the Creator, the supreme artist? Gaze into the nano. You’ll see your God, and he will scare the shit out of you.
God isn’t in the big things measured in miles, he’s down there. Down there in a flea’s antennae like a hairy tree trunk twitching for blood, and a macrophage slithering along like a shell-less snail come to eat you up, and the cells you see splitting beneath your feet, and landscapes of seething bacteria, and yeah, right there, you want to see God up close and personal?

Much of the action of this novel takes place in ‘the nano’ – the places where these small nanobots and biots travel – often along the clothing/skin of people, hanging on their eyelash or wading through the forest of follicle hair. Grant’s descriptions are magnified and spectacular;

“It’s like crossing a desert drawn by Dr. Seuss or Salvador Dalí,” Wilkes interrupted. “Wrinkles and crevices and hairs the size of trees.”

What I loved most about ‘BZRK’ is perhaps that it is a book of many genres. By the end of this first instalment, I was thinking that Michael Grant’s new series is best described as a pre-Dystopian one. You can imagine what the world will eventually look like if the nano-warfare played out in ‘BZRK’ continues – if regimes and countries are toppled by the goings on of biots in the nano, controlled by power-hungry corporations and unseen men.

But this is also very much a series about Noah and Sadie – all that they have lost, and what they are wading into by joining BZRK. Yes, there are hints of a budding romance on the battlefield, but it’s also their respective histories of family tragedy and grief that make these two such compelling characters.

And as much as Noah and Sadie are wonderful protagonists – I’m also a fan of the villains. Conjoined twins, the Armstrong’s, are like something out of a David Lynch movie. And Anthony (‘Bug Man’) is the scariest type of sociopath because there’s so much truth in his origin – recruited by the Armstrong Corporation for his mad gaming skills, he’s now a teenager with the world, literally, at his fingertips.

Michael Grant’s ‘BZRK’ is an ALA Popular Paperback for Young Adults, but most importantly it was shortlisted for the Centre for Youth Literature Inky Awards. Here is a creepy-fantastic novel that takes a look at the current world warfare raging in the nano – based around nanorobotics and being perfected by young people with gaming dexterity. This is a cross-genre gem that will creep out the young and old, and is a must-read for anyone who enjoys a good spine-tingle with heavy doses of uneasy reality.

5/5

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

'A Monster Calls' A novel by Patrick Ness, from an original idea by Siobhan Dowd with illustrations by Jim Kay

 Judged in the 2012 Inkys

From the BLURB:

The monster showed up after midnight. As they do.

But it isn't the monster Conor's been expecting. He's been expecting the one from his nightmare, the one he's had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments, the one with the darkness and the wind and the screaming...

This monster is something different, though. Something ancient, something wild. And it wants the most dangerous thing of all from Conor.

It wants the truth.


The monster comes to Conor, shortly after his mum starts her treatments.

The monster says he will tell Conor three stories, and then he expects a fourth.

The fourth story must be Conor’s own, and it must be truth. His own truth . . .  the story he holds in a deep, dark cave within. The story he cannot tell, not ever. It is the worst story of all.

The monster knows Conor’s truth. He knows there will be pain in the telling. But he wants it anyway.

‘A Monster Calls’ is the 2011 illustrated middle-grade novel, written by Patrick Ness, illustrated by Jim Kay and with story by the late Siobhan Dowd.

This novel. This novel right here is sublime. It stuck with me, and long after I finished reading and crying I was still thinking on it, carrying Conor’s truth around with me, mulling over Ness’s beautifully heartbreaking words and the equally fascinating story-behind-the-story of Siobhan Dowd.


For one thing, I think this novel shatters a lot of misconceptions about ‘middle-grade’ reading. It feels like in recent years we’ve turned people’s opinions about Young Adult novels around – they’re now the blockbuster movie adaptations, the bestsellers, and so popular amongst older readers beyond the target-audience that books are re-released with ‘adult covers’ and there’s even an emerging sub-genre of ‘New Adult’. I feel like we’ve conquered what was previously a reading misconception where people thought ‘young adult’ meant ‘children’s’ and not for them if they were over a certain age (the literary equivalent of ‘you must be this ⌐ tall to read’). But I still think a lot of people are dismissive of novels for younger readers; what is often called ‘middle-grade’ or novels for ‘reluctant-readers’. I remember attending the Morris Gleitzman discussion for Melbourne Writers Festival, when he said there is a stigma attached to writing for children – because you don’t fit into the ‘mainstream’ (i.e.: adult fiction). And then there’s this misconception that a book for younger people, which is often shorter than young adult or adult novels must be “easier” to write.

Well, I think ‘A Monster Calls’ is the perfect antidote to anyone who thinks ‘middle-grade’ novels are lesser/easier/not deserving of their reading time.

For one thing, there is nothing easy about this book. Truly, it’s one of the toughest books I've ever read. Conor’s story grips your heart and never let’s go; it’s a constant squeeze, from beginning to end, and by the end you do feel wrung-out and emotionally bruised. Indeed, researching the story of ‘A Monster Calls’ also highlights that there was nothing easy in the creation of this wonderful book.

Siobhan Dowd (author of ‘Bog Child’ and ‘A Swift Pure Cry’) had the idea for what would become ‘A Monster Calls’ and discussed the project with her Walker editor, Denise Johnstone-Burt. Sadly, Dowd had been receiving treatment for advanced breast cancer for 3 years and in August 2007, she died from the disease (her Goodreads biography stresses that she “did not go gentle into that good night”). Denise Johnstone-Burt also happened to be editor to Patrick Ness, (author of ‘The Knife of Never Letting Go’) and she contracted him to write Dowd’s story. Jim Kay was contacted to illustrate, and interestingly enough; Ness and Kay completed their work on the book without ever meeting. Ness won the Carnegie Medal for ‘A Monster Calls’, as did Dowd who became the first author to be awarded the medal posthumously, and Kay won the companion CILIP Kate Greenaway Medal.


I also love that this book is full of illustrations. Indeed, some may think a middle-grade novel with pictures is a truly childish thing. But, once again, that’s not the case at all. Kay used “everything from beetles to breadboards to create interesting marks and textures” for the images in this novel. And they are truly horrifically breathtaking – at once fantastically creepy and sinister, but like the story itself there is beauty in the creep and the images are a wonderful companion to the equally chilling text.

Finally, what makes this middle-grade novel so compelling and utterly necessary reading is the story itself. Ness and Dowd are writing and whispering awful truths through the story of Conor’s struggle with this mother’s illness. So often in marketing, charity campaigning, TV shows and Lifetime movies the person ‘battling’ cancer is portrayed as a stoic ‘warrior’ who will claw and fight this ‘evil’, menacing disease. The truth, as Dowd’s story and Ness’s words illustrate, is far starker and, yes, uncomfortable. The truth is; dying is ugly. It hurts – not just the dying but those who will be left in their wake, left to live without them. Dying is messy. It’s brutal. It’s frustrating. It makes you want to claw at the ground, smash glass and scream into the night. But watching someone you love die? That’s just as ugly and brutal. Dowd and Ness have created a truer story of losing someone to cancer than a good deal of adult novels have ever done. That they did so in some 215-pages, with Jim Kay’s haunting illustrations acting as echoes of the feelings of our young protagonist is nothing short of remarkable.

I loved this book to bits. It hurt to read but it’s perhaps one of the most satisfying reading experiences I've ever had – where afterwards, though I felt battered and bruised, I also felt better for having read this story. As the Monster explains to Conor about the brutality of stories:

Conor blinked. Then blinked again. “You’re going to tell me stories?”
Indeed, the monster said.
“Well—“ Conor looked around in disbelief. “How is that a nightmare?”
Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

To anyone who thinks there’s nothing to be gained from reading children’s books, for those who scoff at a story with pictures and less pages . . . I would recommend you read ‘A Monster Calls’ and be prepared to eat your words.

5/5


Monday, August 27, 2012

The Inky Awards 2012 Shortlist Announced




Below are the details of the Inky Awards 2012 Shortlist! I had so much fun being an Inky judge; I got to meet some wonderful bibliophiles and had the opportunity to read and champion some fantastic books!

I owe a big thanks to the State Library, Centre for Youth Literature and Inside a Dog for inviting me to judge (and calling me an 'industry expert' - watch my ego inflate!)
Congratulations to all those who made both the long and short list (it was seriously tough competition), I hope that everyone who is eligible votes, and that everyone attends the awards on October 23 (I'll be there! With bells on!)


The Inky Awards are Australia’s teen-choice awards as voted for online by the readers of insideadog.com.au. It recognises home grown writing talent with the Gold Inky, and titles from across the ocean with the Silver Inky.

The judging panel consisted of four teenagers from around Australia; author and 2011 Gold Inky Award winner James Moloney; and industry expert Danielle Binks. Together they whittled down the 2012 Inky Awards Longlist to five Australian titles (Gold Inky), and five international titles (Silver Inky), for the 2012 Inky Awards Shortlist.

The Inky Awards – Vote Now!

Voting is now open on insideadog.com.au/vote.

Include your username while voting and you will go in to the draw to win the entire shortlisted books!

*If you’re not registered you can register at insideadog.com.au.

Voting is open to ages 12-20.

Voting closes on the 14 October 2012.

Winners will be announced at The Inky Awards event on the 23rd of October. Find out more about the event on the State Library of Victoria’s What’s On page.

Follow the Inky Awards experience via -
Twitter: @insideadog #Inkys Facebook: Inside A Dog




Gold Inky (Australian books)
Shift by Em Bailey
Night Beach by Kirsty Eagar
Act of Faith by Kelly Gardiner
Queen of the Night by Leanne Hall
The Reluctant Hallelujah by Gabrielle Williams



Silver Inky (International books)
BZRK by Michael Grant
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler
A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness
Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

2012 Inky Awards - want to be a judge?


Excuse me while I interrupt the regularly scheduled reviewing for a quick bit of news...


I am going to be judging the 2012 Inky Awards!

The Inkys are international awards for teenage literature, voted for online by the readers of http://www.insideadog.com.au/. There are three awards: the Golden Inky for an Australian book, the Silver Inky for an international book, and the Creative Reading Prize, won by a young person for a creative response to a book they love, in any format they choose.

I'll be joining last year's Golden Inky winner, James Moloney, on the judging panel (he won with the wonderful 'Silvermay').

BIG thank you to the Centre for Youth Literature and State Library of Victoria for this opportunity (I'm going to read my little heart out!).

But the really cool-awesome-fantastic-amazement news is that the Inky's still need more judges! They're looking for teen readers to apply to be on the judging panel! Applicants need to be under 20 years of age (though year 11 & 12 students are discouraged from entering) and be in Australia. The judges get two months to read 20 books (which we get to keep! Booyah!) and help whittle those books down to a shortlist of 10. Plus we'll get to attend the October InkyFest event, when the winner's are announced!

So if you are, or know of any teen bibliophiles who would be well-suited to this role, check out all the info here and encourage them to get on-board. It's going to be super fun (and, no, I'm not just saying that because I will be involved... although, naturally, that is one more 'pro').

Watch this space for more Inky news!
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