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Jennie is a huge tech dork who has lived in Arizona for so long that 60ºF feels intolerably cold. She really enjoys explosions, giant spaceships, ghoulish monsters, and other common features of the "neat, something else blew up" genres. Although some would say otherwise, she would vociferously argue that graphic novels and genre fiction are totally littérature sérieuse. Sometimes she comes back from her first love — sci-fi and the Milky Way (to see the lights all faded, heaven is overrated, etc) — and reads books about economics, technology, LGBT interests, and philosophy.
On the surface, Maschari's new novel for middle readers is a kid-friendly story of grief and love. But it's really much more than that. Wrapped up in an intriguing fantasy premise that's sure to engage young readers, Charlie figures out how to come to terms with his mother's death — even if he can travel to a parallel universe where she's still alive. Maschari tackles such a heavy topic with a fully-realized setting and realistic, and endearing, relationships between Charlie and his family members, all of which handle grief in different ways. Unlike sob-fests about the same topic aimed at teens, this novel is actually uplifting — propelling Charlie through his grief to a place where memories can move him forward. Get this one for fans of Neil Gaiman's Coraline.
Junji Ito's Lovecraftian influences are obvious in this gnawing and visercal series. Uzumaki has reached international cult horror fame since it was first syndicated in 2001, and for good reason. I haven't been this deeply unsettled by a graphic novel since Black Hole, and that didn't have nearly the amount of creepy surrealist art (it's seriously gnarly, I promise). Unlike the "gorn" (gore-porn) movies your weird cousin likes to watch, this series is genuinely scary, never resorting to lowbrow blood and guts to inspire that growing sense of dread that horror junkies everywhere crave. Get this for anyone in your life that likes the things that go bump in the night.
Just like most people, I don't "get" haute couture. The work of the late fashion genius Alexander McQueen is the exception. You may know his work from Lady Gaga's outrageous outfits in the music video for her single Bad Romance. But there's so more to his life than adorning pop stars. A classically troubled artist, McQueen channeled his ideas about race, class, sexuality, gender, and religion through his work. There's a darkly political sense of tragic beauty in each choice of color, texture, and cut in his outlandish, but somehow stunning, outfits. This book is a gorgeous tribute that transcends fashion, a brief and fantastic window to the life and work of a true artist.
This is the series that convinced me that graphic novels and manga was a worthy storytelling medium. Along with Y the Last Man, this is my favorite graphic novel series of all time. Back when it was published in the turn of the millennium (and picked up two Seiun Awards, Japan’s highest honor for science fiction), it also kindled a love for hard sci-fi that has since grown into an obsession. If you love novels and movies that go heavy on the realistic science, such as The Martian or Interstellar, I promise you'll love this series. I'm so pleased to finally see it finally reissued so that I can finally replace my extremely well-loved set I bought over ten years ago!
You know, I thought I was totally over teen and dystopian fiction. I'm glad I reconsidered my aversion to those genres, because this book was fabulous. Set in a more plausible future than most teen novels, Willful Machines is about a depressed and closeted gay kid who's dad just happens to be not only a Republican, but also the President of the United States. Oh, and there's also a rogue AI using the internet to terrorize the world and a boy he really likes. There's quite a lot of heavy questions about divide between human and machine, the limits of privacy in an internet age, and the terrible lengths we go to protect ourselves out of fear. Plus, the writing is uncharacteristically, for teen novels at least, lush and mature, and none of the characters, even the minor ones, come off as implausible or overly idealistic. This one is great for readers who crave diverse protagonists!
David Mitchell's signature genre-bending multi-character literary style lends itself perfectly to this classic horror novel. Slade House is right up there with The Haunting of Hill House and House of Leaves when it comes to the "haunted house" subgenre of horror. Weaving together jumps in time, space, and reality itself, Mitchell is at his best in this short and chilling exploration of ghosts, Escher-like creepy architecture, and déjà vu references to his previous works. Written entirely in first person, he keeps the reader in the dark right up until the last ominous chapter. This one is perfect for the horror fans in your life, or people you know that enjoy literary fiction who don't have time for the plodding pace of doorstopper-length classics.
If you liked Clan of the Cave Bear, you'll dig this one. It's kind of like Game of Thrones with cavemen and dogs. Yeah, it sounds weird, but I swear it works. There's plenty of action and political intrigue here for anyone. Just don't give a copy to your kiddos, because it has a lot of prehistoric naughtiness (so exactly like the Clan of the Cave Bear series). The best part of the novel is when Cameron writes from the perspective of the wolves. Being a big nerd requires that I think wolves are really neat, so I enjoyed that part a lot. Hey, and it's a standalone novel as well, which I appreciated. There's only so many half-finished series I can read at a time, and I'm glad this was not one of them.
Ernest Cline has peered directly into my soul and discovered that I am indeed, an incredible dork. Armada read like self-indulgent fanfiction that someone wrote when they wondered "gee, how could I insert myself into a cool sci-fi plot and save the world and stuff?" We're talking a book absolutely full to bursting with incredibly nerdy references that'll probably go right over the heads of well-adjusted normal people (you know, people without useless encyclopedic knowledge of video games and internet memes). In short, there's absolutely no fourth wall in Armada. The protagonist is in on the joke, Cline's definitely in on the joke, and I've got exactly the level of immaturity to really appreciate the whole thing. Five stars for this guilty, guilty pleasure.
Novik's newest conjured up all the magic of my old childhood favorites. Staying up late three nights in a row, I consumed Uprooted with the same glee I had once consumed the novels of Tamora Pierce or Dianne Wynne Jones. Somewhere along the way, I had forgotten that fantasy could be scary but redeeming, classic but excitingly new, romantic but not cliche. Uprooted is all of those things, and more. I highly recommend this one to people a bit weary of the doom-and-gloom of fantasy blockbusters like Game of Thrones or the formulaic predictability that plagues YA fantasy and/or dystopian bestsellers.
Ahoy matey! If you like pirates, you'll like Cambias' near-future tale of both high seas and space piracy, complete with lots of high-dollar hauls, lawless murder, and swashbuckling thrills. Santiago is all plucky military insubordination and heroics when it comes down to thwarting the aims of the amoral but brilliant space pirate David (who also happens to be her ex-boyfriend). They soon cross paths with hapless Anne, an intrepid sailor of the high seas, who is drawn into their orbit while trying to sail around the world. Soon, all three are embroiled in an international high-stakes game of billion-dollar vice and villainy. While Corsair has just enough campy thrills to be solid mindless fun, Cambias' near-future imaginings of lunar mining shipments hijacked by hacked satellites is plenty techy enough to please even the pickiest of geeks.
This is my favorite Stephenson novel since Snow Crash. Which is saying a lot, because I think this will be for hard sci-fi what Snow Crash was for cyberpunk: an impressive and timeless example of that particular sci-fi subgenre. So, Seveneves in a nutshell: Neil deGrasse Tyson, Elon Musk, and a large group of diverse badass women do incredibly difficult nerdy stuff in space. Honestly, this book is so intelligent that it hurts. If you're the kind of geek that really wants to read hundreds of pages about what cool stuff people can do with orbital mechanics, swarm physics, hijacked comets, and micro-robotics, look no further. Think of it as Andy Weir's The Martian on steroids, plus some H. G. Wells-style utopia, and a healthy dose of World War Z end-of-the-world horror. Yes, it's really that awesome, I promise.
Talk about a book that hits you right in the feels. McCloud's latest is not only gorgeous, it's evocative and dramatic enough to physically hurt. In cinematic illustrations (I could almost hear the overwrought indie soundtrack), he deconstructs the stereotypical archetypes of the starving artist and the manic pixie dream girl in two incredibly flawed protagonists who are possibly worse together than they are alone... and they're pretty awful alone. Pretend you've got the bad-idea love story of Romeo and Juliet, add some art, and then set it in modern New York with a deceptively dark urban fantasy twist. That's The Sculptor. Pick this one up if you want to spend half a day marveling over McCloud's art, and the other half feeling sad.
Cambias tackles some of my very favorite topics in sci-fi: alien contact and the "hard" science behind realistic near-future space exploration. Here, he crafts a tale of three dueling cultures (two alien, one human) through several different points of view. Where he really shines is through the character of Broadtail -- a curious and scientifically-motivated being living beneath the massive pressure and icy crust of his dark homeworld ocean. Outcast from his home, he wanders through the depths in hope of finding an achievement to call his own. Through almost accidental contact with the intrepid and stubborn human explorers, and their isolationist foes, he finds his own destiny. I'd highly, highly recommend this to fans of Kim Stanley Robinson, Larry Niven, Arthur C. Clarke, or Andy Weir's The Martain, and the movies Interstellar and Gravity.
This fabulously scandalous retelling of a hapless history of hooking up in New York is blisteringly funny. Oliver pulls no punches, dishing out the nitty-gritty details, like exactly how much his admiration for his neighbor's terrace factored into his decision to sleep with him, also, what it feels like to have a disapproving Asian physician examine you for STDs. His humor is always extremely self-deprecating, to hilarious effect, such as when he waxes poetics about how pathetically addicted he is to social media, drinking, avoiding commitment, and his habits of hovering awkwardly in corners during parties. Although the laughs come fast and furious, there's a real undercurrent of genuine sentiment under the all the absurdity, making this a highly inappropriate, but nonetheless thoughtful, examination of sex, urban life, alienation, and being alone in a crowd.
Gregorio's newest book tackles a monstrously-important emerging issue: the question of gender identity and what it means to be a boy or a girl in a world that often does not understand ambiguity or respect self-determination. Kristin, a girl born with Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome (AIS), is a sympathetic protagonist and a compassionate introduction to intersex individuals. The author's willingness to tackle hate crimes, teenage sexuality, and high school bullying without melodramatics or coy aversion to the details gives Kristin's story a particularly realistic feel. Sensitive and informative, None of the Above is a valuable fictional resource.
There are books you read to enrich yourself, to revel in the artistry of the English language. And then there's books that you read because they keep you up all night with giant freaking space battles. Golden Son the latter, and a paragon in the "neat, something else blew up" genre. Pretty much everything you could possibly want in a dystopian sci-fi novel is turned up to eleven, and then Brown adds even more explosions, betrayals, and gory duels. This book was exciting enough that I cried, couldn't eat, and then experienced a little chest pain. Highly recommended to people who enjoy juggling things on fire or wrestling alligators.
My problem with Brian Vaughn is that everything he does is brilliant. I learned this troubling fact when I was first introduced to his work with this series. And hey -- if you missed this when it was new, don't worry, it's still just as good a decade later. Yorick Brown is the only surviving man when a plague wipes out every man on Earth. What sounds like the lurid plot for a sexploitation film becomes the vehicle for the most touching exploration of love, gender, and coming-of-age I've ever found in a graphic novel. I should confess that I'm a total evangelist for this series, and hopefully, after you read it, you will be too.
You might be on the fence regarding this book, what with how similar it sounds to Harry Potter. Clare and Black do pull heavily from the "magical school" trope to draw in initial attention. But although I thought I'd find it derivative and boring, I never did. The two authors deftly introduce a likable and diverse cast of teenagers navigating the perils of friendship, loyalty, and encroaching war without coming across as cheesy or insincere. Where they really shine is the absolute doozy of a plot twist at the end. I thought I had this one's "big reveal" pinned down, only to be totally thwarted halfway through and then blindsided by the actual reveal. This series starter is sure to please the voracious middle-grade and teenage fantasy enthusiasts in your life.
Where was this book when I was in high school economics? Chang's brilliant and timely hands-on guide to basic economics demystifies the financial headlines while unearthing all the ideological and historical context behind the op-ed articles. If textbooks were written like this, we'd have a world of the very "active economic citizens" that Chang beseeches his readers to become -- before more bad economic decisions go unquestioned. Pick this one up if you want to be the person in every Happy Hour conversation who finds herself or himself cringing at your friends' opinions.
The best non-fiction books, in my opinion, shouldn't just entertain you, they should change you. Carr, like in The Shallows, expertly takes an ubiquitous convenience of modern life--previously the Internet and now, automation--and dismantles everyday idealistic assumption about the benefits of their increasing dominance of our lives. Using a mix of anecdotes, statistics, history, and even the theories of the Luddites and Marxists, Carr provides many convincing reasons why we should think twice before putting technological progress--self-driving cars, self-flying planes, self-trading stocks--before human beings who may not be best served by becoming mere shepherds or monitors of complex systems and algorithms. His chapter about how the brain processes spatial information, for instance, compelled me to turn off my GPS before I lose my sense of direction and become a slave to my smartphone. But Carr is not simply an alarmist. The Glass Cage is still a celebration of technology and progress, but one that asks us to consider the human consequences of its misuse.
Where California Bones really shines is the fantastic world-building. Urban fantasy is almost a dime-a-dozen today, but Eekhout's newest stands above a lot of the pack with an inventive (and gruesome) magic system and coherent dystopian setting inspired by the landmarks and history of Los Angeles. The familiar twists and turns of a heist plot seem more exciting and unique, cast in the light of Eekhout's dog-eat-dog (literally) Southern California. Yes, this book involves cannibalism. There's an awful lot of tension and horror to mine when your characters regularly face the existential crisis of being eaten alive by their foes. And this first installment of a trilogy very liberally exploits that feeding frenzy for a break-neck, never boring, thrill ride.
I found it prophetic that Piketty's treatise on 21st-century economic policy was titled exactly the same as Marx's 19th-century book on the very same topic. Like Marx, Piketty has written a game-changer--absolutely shattering myths about taxation and capitalism that both the left and the right have held for centuries. Capitalism, he argues, is no equalizer. The convergence of post-war incomes was a great anomaly. Instead, capitalism inherently preserves the great wealth of executives, wealthy heirs, and others who deliberately manipulate a system rigged in their favor. And, he shows, the game they rig will threaten democracy itself unless we preemptively combat it with more progressive taxation than even most leftists would dream of proposing. But Capital is no book of lofty academic ideas and ideals. Piketty (and his translator) are surprisingly readable, and he drives his points home with impressive amounts of historical and cross-country data--much of which he gathered himself. You'll read passages of this out loud to your politically-minded friends over coffee or wine, I guarantee it.
Noggin is seriously touching YA fiction, and perfect for fans of John Green. Whaley's protagonist, Travis, is pitch-perfect all the way through. Not to mention his cast of memorable supporting characters, all of which have their own unique voice. Mostly, I loved Noggin because of its allegorical power and how expertly it touched on the universal themes of growing up with such an outlandish premise. Travis tackles, head on (SEE WHAT I DID THERE) his short-sighted teenage naiveté, the dangers of expecting people to be exactly what you want them to be, taking for granted your support system, and how to let go of people who've moved past you. Mostly, Noggin is about learning to live again after you've given up, and how to convince the people you lost to risk caring enough to lose you again. Don't hold it against me, but I might have teared up at some scenes.
You'd think you're too smart to fall for a con—particularly a con involving a murderous German immigrant, who posed as a member of the high-profile Rockefeller family for nearly two decades. But that's exactly what happened to Ivy-educated author Walter Kirn—he fell for it. In Blood Will Out, Kirn reveals how he was duped by a real-life Mr. Ripley posing as "Clark Rockefeller," a man who preyed on Kirn's vulnerability, his willingness to politely collude in lies rather than create a scene, and his pride in keeping such distinguished company—to literally get away with murder. Blood Will Out is not just a good yarn, but an excellently written one as well. Kirn dissects his own deception with the regret of hindsight and the frustrated rage of a man betrayed by a fiend he thought a friend. You can't help but feel sorry for Kirn, and share the same manic creeping dread as he discovers just how much he aided in his own beguilement. If you loved In Cold Blood, this one is for you. Just don't read it with the lights off.
Green's prose reminds me a lot of Patrick Ness (Chaos Walking Trilogy)—sparse, beautiful and haunting. Nathan lives in an England where witches reside alongside humans. There are White witches, who are good, and Black whites, who are evil—and then there's Nathan, the product of a White mother and a Black father. And not just any Black witch, but the most feared of them all. Nathan's childhood as a known "Half Code" is fraught with incredible discrimination, culminating in the Council of White witches separating him from his family and keeping him in a cage. Green weaves a much subtler magic than other teen fantasy authors, preferring to let the bleak cultural bigotry of the world she builds and the unforgettable characters speak for themselves. Books and authors like this are why you should be taking teen fiction seriously.
Pierce's dystopian sci-fi jaunt will inevitably draw comparisons to The Hunger Games or Ender's Game with its themes of stratified class structures and twisted youth worship, but in tone it echoes the brutality of A Game of Thrones or Battle Royale. Darrow is sixteen and already a man, employed as a Helldiver, the deadliest job in his caste of short-lived "Reds," who toil in virtual slavery to terraform Mars for Earth's colonists. But that thin veneer of soothing propaganda is ripped wide open when the higher colors hang his wife. Recruited to a terrorist group and surgically transformed into the highest caste to take them down from inside, Darrow must discover how far he's willing to go for revenge—and if hate alone can sustain a man. Dark and fast-paced, I didn't put this one down until it was already light outside. This deserves the hype!
After the Golden Age is a fun, nostalgic read, tailor-made for comic book nerds. Every major plot point was a treat—with plenty of references to things like doomsday devices, spandex and how evil goons are never very reliable. But behind the send-up to Golden Age comic book geekery, there is a cast of real characters. Through her protagonist Celia West, Vaughn explores the timeless theme of growing up in the shadows of your parents and their accomplishments—Celia's parents are the most famous superheroes of Commerce City, and she's just a normal accountant. Vaughn manages to both satirize and celebrate comic book tropes while crafting such a compulsively readable novel that I couldn't put down. Oh, and the sequel, Dreams of the Golden Age, just came out, and it's just as good.
With chronic migraines and enough allergies to write a book on digestive discomfort, I was looking for anything—a magic pill, hypnosis, standing on my head—to alleviate the daily flare-ups of this health problem or that one. One of my doctors suggested radically changing what I ate, and a friend with a similar problem (IBS) raved about the success she had on the Paleo diet. So I took the plunge—with Sanfilippo's help. Reading "Practical Paleo" is like having a nutritionist in your back pocket. You'll get charts of what sugars and fats to eat, which to avoid, and all the science (and it's pretty good science -- I'm a huge skeptic when it comes to cure-all diet voodoo science) behind why margarine and canola oil is bad and bacon fat and butter is good (and tastier, by the way). Plus, the recipes are delicious and EASY. I especially loved the chorizo meatballs, and I'm going to admit that I eat "baconnaise" on pretty much everything when I get around to making it. I love how "Practical Paleo" isn't really a diet—it's a holistic nutritional guide to making lifetime changes for your health. The crowning achievement of this dense book is Sanfilippo's 30-day meal plans—all tailored to what you want Paleo to do for you, whether it's fat-loss, super clean eating, managing a misbehaving thyroid, or eating for neurological health. I've since moved on to a more ketogenic diet—Paleo and Atkin's bastard bacon-obsessed child—for my migraines, but this book is still a touchstone of good advice and easily-modified recipes.