THE NIGHTINGALE by Kristin Hannah (2015)

“If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.”

THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS

The Nightingale is a novel that rewards perseverance. At nearly 600 pages in length, it’s not a snappy read, but the character development that the main characters, Vianne Mauriac and Isabelle Rossignol, undergo makes the effort to finish the novel worth it. This heart-breaking, eye-opening tale of these two estranged sisters in war-torn France demonstrates the different kinds of courage that exist when our lives are put at risk. 

Vianne Mauriac (née Rossignol) is ten years older than Isabelle, living in the quiet French village of Carriveau with her husband Antoine and their daughter Sophie. When Antoine is drafted into the French military, Vianne is left to care for their daughter alone, and once Nazi forces invade France, Vianne is forced to take Captain Wolfgang Beck, a Nazi soldier, into her home. Sent from Paris by their father to live with Vianne, Isabelle rebels against the occupation, but Vianne admonishes her for this behaviour and tells her that if she cannot show appropriate respect for the captain, she will not be welcome in Vianne’s home. She does not tell Isabelle this because she fears for her own safety: she gives this ultimatum because she knows that any resistance could lead to Sophie being orphaned or even killed. Vianne does whatever it takes to ensure that her daughter’s safety, even when this involves cooperating with Captain Beck’s agenda and accepting help and resources from him in times of particular hardship. She does eventually develop an Isabelle-ish kind of courage, successfully smuggling 19 abandoned Jewish children into a French orphanage after their parents are shipped to concentration camps, but it is the quiet endurance she exhibits to protect Sophie that I admire the most. Above all else, keeping Sophie safe is her priority; she will sacrifice anything and everything to keep her warm, fed, and alive during the war. She is not heroic like Isabelle, but she is still brave. 

Eighteen years old and accordingly rebellious, Isabelle Rossignol is angry and defiant, determined to do whatever she can to contribute to the war effort. Women could not join the military, so Isabelle joins the French Resistance, beginning by distributing flyers to French homes and eventually upgrading to helping downed Allied airmen cross the Pyrenees mountain range and reach the British embassy in Spain. Needless to say, the kind of courage that Isabelle demonstrates is radically different to Vianne’s, but Isabelle does not have any empathy for the delicate situation that Vianne is in. Vianne cannot show outward resistance to German occupation as doing so would put endanger Sophie’s life, but Isabelle does not see the whole picture; she finds Vianne’s complacency deplorable and cowardly. To her, the only kind of courage worthy of note is finding a way to actively fight back, despite the risk that rebellion provoked. Isabelle’s brand of bravery is the kind we traditionally hear about in stories of war, and indeed, Isabelle is particularly inspired by the stories of women like Edith Cavell, a British nurse who was executed by firing squad for showing no discrimination in which soldiers she assisted, saving the lives of men from both sides of the war. This undeniably constitutes an outstanding level of daring and tenacity, but is it the only way to be brave? 

This is the core question that The Nightingale proposes. Who was more courageous? Who had greater strength: Isabelle or Vianne? They both begin as distinctly unlikeable characters. Vianne is timid and weak, while Isabelle is judgmental and thoughtless, so neither woman is enjoyable to read about for the first half of the book. However, their character development is absolutely stunning, and so I believe that the answer to the question that the novel poses is that they are both equally strong and brave, just in different ways. Isabelle is traditionally courageous, often to the point of being foolhardy, giving no thought to the danger she will be in if she participates in the Resistance movement. Hers is the tale of bravery to which we are so accustomed in times of war, but that by no means diminishes the courage that Vianne exhibited. Vianne sacrifices her dignity, her image, her humanity in order to keep her daughter alive. She has to do unthinkable things to ensure Sophie’s safety, and on top of all of this, she still decides later in the war to risk her life to save those of orphaned Jewish children, even writing fake identity cards for them to conceal their Jewish heritage from the Nazis. The Nightingale is a triumphant tale about French people fighting back against Nazi occupation, but it is also a tale about sacrificing rebellion in order to keep the ones you love safe. 

Although I was skeptical while I was starting the book, by the end I was enthralled. The complexity of character in this novel, and the incredible amount of character development the characters go through, is inspiring: I have always loved stories about women who demonstrate non-traditional kinds of bravery, resilience, and strength (see: Sansa Stark in A Song of Ice and Fire), and I am happy to add this book to the list. I hope to one day write a novel whose strong female characters are as vivid and complex as Vianne and Isabelle. 

PACHINKO by Min Jin Lee (2017)

"History has failed us, but no matter."

THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS

Pachinko begins in 1883 in the fishing village of Yeongdo, Korea and concludes in Osaka in 1989. A sprawling story about four generations of a Korean family living in Japan, it is an intimate cross-examination of the discrimination Koreans faced from the Japanese, and how this distorted the national identity of the Korean people.

(First, a brief history lesson: Japan annexed Korea in 1910. This occupation lasted until the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945, after which Japan conceded defeat and surrendered Korea to the Allies. It is necessary to include this quick timeline in order to contextualise the core thematic content of Pachinko.)

The title of the novel comes from the game pachinko, a popular form of gambling in Japan. Pachinko represents several things, but the most important is the treatment of Korean people by the Japanese. After the annexation, Native Koreans experienced terrible discrimination from the Japanese who moved to Korea in search of agricultural work, and this is first exemplified by Sunja, the ‘main character’ of the novel, if one must be assigned. A young woman devoted to assisting her widowed mother to run the family inn, Sunja is one day accosted by a group of Japanese boys while returning home from the market. A section of their taunting is below:

‘Yobos eat dogs and now they’re stealing the food of dogs! Do girls like you eat bones? You stupid bitch [...] I don’t understand you, you stupid Korean. Why can’t you speak Japanese? All of the Emperor’s loyal subjects are supposed to know how to speak Japanese! Aren’t you a loyal subject? [...] The yobo has really big tits. Japanese girls are delicate, not like these breeders’ (Lee, 2017).

This incident is emblematic of the discrimination that Koreans faced, both in Korea and in Japan. Job opportunities were minimal in Korea due to Japanese migration, but the demand for labour in Japan was high, forcing Koreans to migrate east; however, the only jobs available for Koreans were physical labour roles, as Koreans were typically less educated than Japanese. Koreans could only live in particular areas of Japan, usually slums, and during WWII, thousands of Korean men were drafted into the Japanese military, while hundreds of Korean women were conscripted as ‘comfort women’ for the Japanese soldiers. Lee symbolises this discrimination under the simple umbrella of pachinko. A combination of pinball and slot machines, pachinko is a game of chance: winning and losing is based entirely on luck. The Japanese pachinko market is worth more money than the gambling revenue of Las Vegas, Macau, and Singapore combined, but it is also considered a dirty business in which Japanese will not concede to work, instead delegating the role down to Koreans. Even though pachinko supposedly originated in Japan, the Japanese people still believed themselves above such nastiness as operating the businesses, forcing Koreans to take the jobs for which the Japanese were too good.

Korean identity was distorted horribly by the discrimination that Koreans faced, and Lee demonstrates this with Sunja’s eldest son, Noa. In his twenties and attending college in Tokyo, Noa begins dating a Japanese girl, who claims that all Japanese are racist and that she doesn’t see him as a good Korean or a bad Korean; she sees him as just Korean. Noa, however, does not want to be seen as just Korean; what he wants “most of all [is] to be seen as human” (Lee, 2017). Having his racial identity validated is not what Noa seeks. Beneath our skin, our blood all runs the same colour, and Noa wants to be seen and known on this bone-deep level. Indeed, he does somewhat achieve this goal. Sunja is married to a man named Isak, but Isak is not Noa’s biological father; when Sunja was a teenager, she fell for a man who did not tell her that he was already married until after she was pregnant with his child. Isak volunteers to marry Sunja and takes her with him to Japan, where they raise the child Sunja bears as if he is Isak’s own son. Noa does not find out the truth until he is in college, and following this revelation, abandons his education and disappears, determined to relinquish his identity once and for all. He assumes a new identity, taking a Japanese name and a job in a pachinko parlor whose owner refuses to hire Koreans. He does not want to be seen as Korean; he does not want to be seen as any race, to be fair, but anything, even the race of his oppressors, is better than being Korean.

The central internal conflict of Pachinko is one we often see in stories of war: are we willing to give up our identity in order to keep ourselves and our loved ones safe? Pachinko is a novel written about Koreans by a Korean, but it is not about reclaiming Korean culture or standing up for Korean heritage. It is a work of historical fiction, aiming to capture the reality of ordinary Korean life in the aftermath of the Japanese occupation, and ordinary Korean life did not feature great acts of bravery or heroism in the name of saving the Korean way of life. It was about survival, no matter the cost, and surviving does not always leave room for patriotism or cultural pride. If this was a triumphant tale about Korean people fighting back against Japanese discrimination, it would not have the same effect. It is because the characters are forced to sacrifice their identity for the sake of living another day that this book is so tragic, and so enduring: it demonstrates what must be sacrificed in order to survive.  

This is the kind of story that I hope to write someday. Not in terms of the content -- I’m not, after all, descended from any race that has undergone discrimination -- but rather in terms of the significance of the work to one’s own life. Min Jin Lee is Korean American: she was born in Seoul and immigrated to New York with her parents when she was 7, so she knows what it means to sacrifice your identity to survive in a foreign world. Pachinko inspires me to tap into my own history, and draw inspiration from my own experiences to use in my writing. Vast and ambitious, Pachinko is the kind of story that stays with you, and in my opinion, there is no better story than that.

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WORKS CITED

• Blackery, E. (2016, August 18). A Very Basic History of North Korea [Video file]. Retrieved from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8z7u7Agdo8.
• Blakemore, E. (2018, August 29). How Japan Took Control of Korea. Retrieved from https://www.history.com/news/japan-colonization-korea.

DIG by A. S. King (2019)

“The best part of all of you is underground if you keep thinking those people define you. Our grandparents were rotten seed. Kept secrets. Worshipped money. Pitted their kids against one another. But we aren’t them. We can break free.” 

THIS REVIEW IS SPOILER FREE

I have attempted to review the novels of A. S. King countless times and in countless ways. My Google Drive folder for all my book reviews contains several half-finished documents in which I have tried and failed to explain what makes her books so great or perform critical analysis of their thematic content, because try as I might, the reasons why I love A. S. King so much simply elude me. My admiration and adoration are on a level that I apparently cannot articulate, but I’m going to try and do my best with her most recent novel, Dig.

Dig started off feeling a little bit lost, the separate strings of the seven point of view characters loosely tangled and gradually growing more and more taut as the story progressed, until the final act, when the strings finally tightened all the way and an impossible knot formed in the centre. I had a vague sense of something approaching with these characters, some of whose names are not revealed until the last few chapters of the book. Their storylines are mostly detached from each other until the very end, but they are also all linked by a familiar thread of anger and restlessness. There’s the Shoveler, a jaded young boy whose mother shoplifts pork loins from the supermarket to help them get by and whose father he has never known, who carries a snow shovel with him everywhere he goes to make him feel safe; the Freak, an apparition of a girl who flickers from place to place, searching for the home to which she can never return; CanIHelpYou?, who deals drugs out the drive-thru window at Arby’s, hates her racist mother, and is in love with her best friend; Malcolm, a lonely wanderer whose father is dying of cancer and is about to leave Malcolm completely and utterly alone in the world; Loretta, the strangest of them all, who commands a circus of train-hauling fleas and spins through the world in a too-big, red-sequined dress; and Marla and Gottfried Hemmings, the grandparents to these five teenagers, two distinctly unhappy people who have been married for nearly 50 years. Marla and Gottfriend are the poisoned root at the heart of it all. Through sheer dumb luck, they sit atop a seven-figure bank account that Marla refuses to share with their five children, determined as she is for them to thrive without any help. The result of this selfishness is an extended family that despises half of its members and isn’t aware of the rest, a family rotten right down to its core. Marla’s greed and selfishness have festered through the limbs of the family tree like a metastasizing cancer, breeding and perpetuating resentment, but the five teenagers venturing through the wasteland of a life descended from the Hemmings’ have caught sight of the festering wound at the heart of the family, and they can dig themselves out of the tunnel if they can get their shit together.

To be frank, Dig is weird. It’s weird and strange and confusing and not always especially coherent, but that’s the A. S. King trademark, and it’s the thing I have loved about all of her novels so far. King’s stories are not simple, nor are they straightforward. They refuse to provide you with easy answers, instead making you work long and hard to decipher what it is that King is trying to say. Dig is like a puzzle that you can’t begin solving until after you’ve finished reading. The first time through it, you’re just uncovering all the pieces, separating all the edge bits, grouping together all the pieces that look like they belong together, figuring out how you want to approach this; you can’t really begin putting all the pieces together to form a clear picture until after you’ve finished the book, when all the threads have been untangled. This is a book that I think would absolutely reward repeated reading. I almost want to read it again right away, because even though I feel like I somewhat understood this book, I also know that the puzzle is never going to be complete until I go back and approach it with what I know now.

But what do I know now? When I’m trying to guess what A. S. King books ‘mean’, I never feel like I’m getting it right. But that, I think, is what makes her books so special: they are so open to interpretation that I don’t have to worry about being wrong, because the author’s influence doesn’t dominate the meaning of the story. So here’s my interpretation: this is a story about family, both blood and found. It’s a story about race, about a white family whose kids are woke and whose parents and grandparents are not. It’s a story about resentment, about kids who resent their parents, parents who are doing the best with what their own parents gave them, which is not a lot. It’s a story about being lost, being trapped, about not knowing how or where you fit, about being an outcast, alienated, a freak, about resenting the alienation and about being so absorbed in it that you don’t even realise how strange it is. It’s a story about surviving, about coping by any means necessary, and sometimes failing to cope at all. It’s a story about five fictional teenagers, but it’s also a story about you and I and everyone we know and love and hate and respect and despise. It is about systematic oppression and ignorance of problems that are right before our eyes and digging, digging tunnels to hide ourselves from harm but also digging our way out, because life cannot be avoided by simply hiding underground. Am I right? Who knows, but it doesn’t matter: what matters is that this book somehow makes no sense and all the sense in the word, and this collection of oxymorons is the reason why this is one of my favourite books of the year, and yet I can’t even really tell you why.

Sounds vague? You bet it was. The synopsis/analysis I’ve provided above was a monster to write, because A. S. King’s novels are almost impossible for me to explain with any sort of coherence. I understand them, but I can’t unpack them, because the ‘message’ isn’t overt or obvious or presented to you in an easily digestible way. Dig is not an ordinary novel, because King is not an ordinary novelist. This book most definitely won’t be for everyone, but for me, it was perfect; in my eyes, King can do no wrong.

THE ALICE NETWORK by Kate Quinn (2017)

“What did it matter if something scared you, when it simply had to be done?” 

THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS

The Alice Network is a classic World War II literary fiction novel, split into two perspectives with alternating chapters. We follow two women in dual timelines: Eve Gardner, who is recruited as a spy during WWI; and Charlie St. Clair, an American socialite searching for her cousin, who disappeared during WWII. Novels set during this time period oftentimes stun me with the raw and devastating stories that they tell, but unfortunately, The Alice Network failed to amaze me, and particular elements actually disturbed and disgusted me. I can’t wait to get into why.

In WWI, we follow Eve Gardner, whose story is the superior of the two. Eve wants to contribute to the war effort, but because she has a strong speech impediment, she is stuck in a dreary typing job. When she is discovered by a British captain who realises that Eve’s speech impediment will make an excellent disguise, she jumps at the chance to join the Alice Network, a network of female spies gathering German intelligence for the Allies. She begins working in a restaurant owned by Frenchman René Bordelou, the patrons of whom are exclusively German, as René’s vision is to provide somewhere in France for German officers to relax and unwind. He is the perfect person for whom Eve could work, but he is also dangerously perceptive, and Eve must make compromising choices in order to maintain her cover. Eve’s story was superior to Charlie’s because it actually had stakes. The novel begins in 1947, where we meet a very different Eve to the voracious recruit in 1915. We want to find out why Eve has become so disenchanted, so volatile, and so broken; we want to know what happened to her, and this means that her story has stakes for the reader right from the start. On the whole, Eve’s perspective is also a lot more interesting than Charlie’s; to me, the story of a spy working undercover in wartorn France is much more entertaining than a bratty 19-year-old scouring the French countryside for her estranged cousin. I wish that this novel was solely from Eve’s perspective; it would likely have been a four or even five star read if Charlie wasn’t involved.

Charlie St. Clair, on the other hand, is a much less compelling character than Eve. At the start of the novel, Charlie is traveling to Europe with her mother to get an abortion, as she has become pregnant by a boy at her college. However, her real ambition is to find out if her cousin Rose survived WWII, so she gives her mother the slip and hunts down Eve at her London home, as Eve is connected to a report Charlie tracked down that could determine Rose’s whereabouts. Several reviews have complained that Charlie is bratty and childish, and I don’t disagree, but that’s not the thing that I disliked about Charlie’s perspective. It was just… lackluster. It didn’t have the energy or the thrill of Eve’s storyline, and Charlie had a lot of annoying quirks that made her insufferable to read. For one thing, she referred to her unborn child as her “Little Problem”, which strongly reminded me of Anastasia personifying her subconscious and ‘inner goddess’ in Fifty Shades of Grey, so I obviously couldn’t stand that. Charlie is also meant to be a math genius, and so I was hoping that she would end up getting to use her mathematical prowess for actual math -- I thought it would be cool to have a female character in the STEM field in a book set in the 1940s. However, the majority of the mathematical equations Charlie solves are metaphorical. I suppose it’s clever to have a purported math genius character use the phrase “Solve for х” when deciphering real world problems, but I was disappointed that this particular trait ended up being used in the way that it was. On the whole, Charlie’s story was just less interesting than Eve’s, and I would have been much happier not having to read it alongside the exponentially more thrilling tale of the women of the Alice Network.

Mediocre storylines aside, there was one thing in particular about the novel that I found truly appalling: the huge age gaps between the characters and their love interests. In both of their storylines, Charlie and Eve hook up with men who are significantly older than them. In 1915, 22-year-old Eve falls for the same captain who recruited for the Alice Network, and ends up sleeping with him even though he is already married and is at least in his thirties -- it is never specified exactly how old he is. Granted, Eve is 22, a fully-grown (if not a little naive) adult who can sleep with whomever she pleases, even if the age gap between them is rather inappropriate. Charlie, however, was the truly disturbing case. In 1947, Eve has a thirty-year-old Scottish man named Finn working for her, and Charlie tries to hook up with him because she has low self-esteem. However, Charlie and Finn eventually end up together at the end of the novel, and the reason I found this a little horrifying is because Charlie is consistently referred to as being underage. The novel acknowledges that at 19, Charlie is underage, and yet still she finds herself happily making out with a man 11 years older than her. It was so gross to me that these older men were attracted to, and consequently having sex with, these much younger women. I found it pretty alarming, especially due to the regularity with which Charlie is called underage. The novel literally acknowledges that her relationship with Finn is inappropriate, and yet they still end up getting married and raising Charlie’s daughter together. Perhaps I’m a little prudish when it comes to age gaps, but it feels wrong for a teenager to be hooking up with an adult. These disturbing age gaps pulled the quality of the novel down for me, to a point where I really couldn’t enjoy it anymore, knowing that I would be endorsing something I found so inappropriate.

On the whole, The Alice Network lacks the qualities that make some WWII novels so remarkable and affecting. I stand by my claim that if Eve’s story stood on its own, The Alice Network would have been close to a five star read; as it stands, however, I can only award it a three, and that’s when I’m feeling generous and not thinking about the startling similarities between Charlie St. Clair and Anastasia Steele. I do plan to read Kate Quinn’s next novel, The Huntress, as I think she does have a talent for plot; I just hope that she channels all of the Eve energy and none of the Charlie, or I’m going to regret my choice.

EDUCATED by Tara Westover (2018)

"My life was narrated for me by others. Their voices were forceful, emphatic, absolute. It had never occurred to me that my voice might be as strong as theirs.”

Tara Westover grew up preparing for the End of Days. Her father is a Mormon survivalist, and although I know little about Mormonism, I know enough to gather that he has a rather radical interpretation of the religion. Tara was not issued a birth certificate until she was nine years old. She had no medical records, because her father doesn't believe in modern medicine. She received no education until the age of 17, and her parents made little effort to educate her at home -- her time was better spent working for her father in his junkyard, or helping her mother, a midwife, concoct herbalist remedies. Needless to say, Tara did not experience a conventional upbringing, and it was this intriguing premise that influenced me to read her memoir, Educated. Given its critical acclaim, I knew this book would be interesting, but I was not expecting it to be one of the most engrossing books I have ever read.

Educated is more than just a memoir; it is a deeply introspective and self-exploratory piece of writing, very reminiscent of When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi in that regard. Its other similarity to Kalanithi’s memoir is the fact that it is extremely well-written. I expected Westover’s prose to be rather simplistic, getting the job done but lacking in flair or style, so I was pleasantly surprised to discover that Westover has a natural talent for writing, and her prose is beautiful. Especially considering that the only books she had access to growing up were the various texts of Joseph Smith, her eloquence and vocabulary are particularly impressive. She has a knack for metaphor and descriptive language, but she never overdoes it; not once did I wish that she would just cut to the chase. She balances perfectly between visceral detail and straightforward, concise storytelling, and it is this quality that made her memoir mimic a novel. The pacing of Educated is so disciplined, and the conditions of Westover’s childhood so extreme, that I was often left wondering how much of what I was reading was true. This is a common query raised about the book – how much has Westover sensationalised her upbringing? – but I saw it less as Westover taking liberties with the truth and more exercising her phenomenal writing ability to bring her story to life as vividly as possible, a task at which she most certainly succeeded.

One of my favourite quotes from Educated appears in the final pages: “I am not the child my father raised, but he is the father who raised her.” Westover is currently estranged from her parents and three of her six siblings. She did not leave her home in Buck’s Peak, Idaho with this outcome in mind; she simply wished to attend college so she could learn how to sing, but at Brigham Young University, Westover was introduced to a part of history she had never known existed. One of her most revealing anecdotes is from her first ever Western art class, in which she had to ask the professor to define the word ‘Holocaust’ as she had never heard it before. She learned that the version of history her father had taught her was edited to suit his fundamentalist agenda, and she began to question whether or not her father’s divinity was really what he claimed. She has gone on to receive an MPhil and a PhD in intellectual history from Cambridge and Harvard, but she no longer has a relationship with most of her family – the chasm between urban and rural, educated and uneducated, became too wide for Tara and her parents to reconcile their differences, and she has not spoken to her father in many years. It took Westover a long time to make peace with this separation. She has learned that her family’s religious conduct is a far cry from the actual doctrine of Mormonism, and that the isolation of her childhood resulted in her often lending her voice “to a discourse whose sole purpose was to dehumanize and brutalise others”. Yet they are still her family; even though her empathy for their ignorance is met by continual rejection, her heart still belongs to Buck’s Peak. This is not simply the memoir about a woman’s unconventional upbringing; this is a memoir about the complications of family loyalty, and Westover’s decision to leave home and strike out on her own tested this loyalty to the most excruciating degree.

Another of my favourite quotes from the book is this: “My life was narrated for me by others. Their voices were forceful, emphatic, absolute. It had never occurred to me that my voice might be as strong as theirs.” To me, Educated is the memoir of a woman going through an identity crisis. Her childhood was so isolated, and her upbringing so controlled, that she never had a chance to discover her own voice or develop her own understanding of the world. Her selfhood was defined for her by others, constructed of the truths and values given to her by her father; in her own words, Westover “believed then -- and part of [her] will always believe -- that [her] father's words ought to be [her] own”. Her journey from Buck’s Peak to Cambridge was Westover’s attempt to reclaim her own voice. I’d like to pull directly from the text now, because Westover said it so perfectly that it seems pointless to rephrase it:

Everything I had worked for, all my years of study, had been to purchase for myself this one privilege: to see and experience more truths than those given to me by my father, and to use those truths to construct my own mind.

Westover has expressed in multiple interviews that education is not just a process of learning; it is “a process of self-discovery, of developing a sense of yourself [and] the way you think”. Her education took her far from the world she knew, not just geographically but philosophically, ethically, and historically too. She lost a great deal along the way, and rather fell to pieces for a while in the process (as one does when their family threatens to cut them off unless one allows an exorcism to be performed upon oneself), but she gained a great deal, too: she gained an autonomous voice.

Westover is not the first person to navigate this kind of emotional turmoil, but she has certainly written the most moving memoir about it. Educated, and its extraordinary young author, defied all of my expectations. I thought Westover would be illiterate, but she was not. I thought she would renounce her family, but she did not. Her memoir is a powerful and exquisitely rendered story that has left me with so much to think and write about, and although I have started to resent it a little bit because this review fought against me so aggressively, I will absolutely be recommending Educated to every person I meet. It is an absolute wonder to behold.

WORKS CITED

• Carey, A. (2018, February 24). Educated by Tara Westover review: An extraordinary Mormon upbringing recounted with evocative lyricism. Retrieved March 3, 2019, from https://www.irishtimes.com/culture/books/educated-by-tara-westover-review-an-extraordinary-mormon-upbringing-recounted-with-evocative-lyricism-1.3393833.
• Dean, M. (2018, February 14). Educated by Tara Westover review – escape from a Mormon fundamentalist family. Retrieved March 3, 2019, from https://www.theguardian.com/books/2018/feb/14/educated-tara-westover-mormon-family-review.
• Gates, B. (2018, December 3). Educated is even better than you've heard. Retrieved March 3, 2019, from https://www.gatesnotes.com/Books/Educated.
• Schwartz, A. (2018, June 14). The New Yorker Recommends: Tara Westover's Tender Memoir, "Educated". Retrieved March 3, 2019, from https://www.newyorker.com/recommends/read/educated-by-tara-westover.

FAVOURITE BOOKS OF 2018

It’s that time of year again! Out of all 122 books that I read in 2018, only five of them are my favourites, which is a bit of a depressing proportion, but these books in particular are all so amazing and have set the bar so high for my reading in 2019, so I'm not upset about it. Without further ado, listed below are the best books that I read in 2018. This is always my favourite blog post to write.

5. Shades of Magic trilogy by V. E. Schwab

I had no plan to include this series, but it’s grown on me so much that it felt wrong to publish this list without talking about it. It’s a fantasy trilogy that takes place in four parallel versions of London, each with a different amount of magic. There’s Grey London, which has no magic left; Red London, where magic flourishes and whose people prosper under the Maresh Empire; White London, an anarchic world where magic is chaotic and difficult to control; and Black London, where magic consumed and killed all its inhabitants and that has been magically sealed off for years. No one has the ability to travel between Londons except for powerful magicians called Antari, of which there are only a few remaining – one of whom is the protagonist, Kell Maresh, adopted princeling of Red London’s Maresh empire. While on royal business in Grey London, he encounters Delilah Bard, an aspiring pirate who sets the ball rolling by robbing Kell of a dangerous magical artifact that survived the purge of Black London.

One of the things I liked most about this series was the setting/magic system. The parallel Londons concept is very unique and I enjoyed learning about how they were all structured around one another, and how that affected the amount and kind of magic that each London had. It is definitely a fantasy story, but it is grounded in enough realism that it isn’t dense and difficult to follow along, and I really appreciated that. The other thing that drew me to this series is the characters, which is the general theme of this list. There are main characters: Kell and Lila, whom I’ve already mentioned, as well as Rhy Maresh, prince to the Maresh throne and Kell’s younger brother by all but blood; Holland Vosijk, an Antari who is enslaved by the king and queen of White London; and Alucard Emery, a disgraced noble and privateer from Red London. My favourite thing was the character development and the way the narratives of all the characters intersected in the final book. Kell is my grumpy boy, Lila is an absolute take-no-prisoners bad bitch, Rhy is probably the bravest and most loyal person I have ever read about, Alucard is a charming little shit whose quest to redeem himself to Rhy is so sweet, and I initially didn’t care for Holland and ended up adoring him, so, you know. Love that for me. I did find a lot of the dialogue pretty unrealistic, but it didn’t change the fact that this was an emotional and enjoyable series with a fascinating story world, flawed but loveable characters, and a magnificent finale – in terms of how much was at stake and how much was lost, A Conjuring of Light reminded me of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which is a big compliment from me.


4. Sadie by Courtney Summers

Sadie is the only book I can think of where you may as well not read it if you aren’t going to listen to the audiobook. Why? Because Sadie is half-narrative, half-podcast. Heavily inspired by Serial, the narrative follows the titular main character, Sadie, as she tracks down the man she believes responsible for the death of her little sister, Mattie; the podcast, aired a year later, also follows Sadie, as its host, West McCray, investigates her disappearance from her hometown several weeks after Mattie’s death. His fictional podcast was recreated for the audiobook with a full cast of characters and an original soundtrack, and the production value was incredible – if you like Serial, you’re going to love this book. I was so invested that I listened to the entire eight-hour audiobook in one sitting.

The thing I liked most about this book is the content it tackled. I don’t want to say too much about that content, as knowing some of the more explicit themes ended up spoiling some of the intrigue for me, but I will say this: this book confronts a perverse and disgusting side of humanity, and it was that more than anything that left me shaken once I finished reading. A lifetime isn’t long enough to get over the kind of things Sadie has experienced, and the vengeance plot was ridiculously compelling, sensational without sensationalising the sensitive subject matter. The ending was ambiguous and thus frustrating as all hell, but it spoke to the dark tone of the narrative, shedding light on a side of crime that is often overlooked in fiction. It’s disturbing, but it’s utterly addictive, and I urge everyone to read it: even though it’s a tragic story, the way it’s told is incredibly entertaining and has stayed with me since I finished reading.

3. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

I have never been more thankful to have picked up a book on a whim, because The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo is one of the most interesting books I have ever read in my life. It’s the fictional biography of a Cuban actress named Evelyn Hugo, who was a movie star in the 1950s and is most famous for having been married seven times. After a lifetime of privacy and secrecy, she decides she is ready for her tell-all to be written, and chooses unknown reporter Monique Grant to write it for her. Monique has no idea why Evelyn chose her of all people, but the actress refuses to speak with anyone else, so Monique diligently arrives at Evelyn’s apartment every day and listens as the older woman recounts her tumultuous, scandalous life.

This book has a little bit of everything that makes a story great. A thrilling, engaging, emotional plot, a main character who is very complex and flawed, and a sense of intrigue that is paced well throughout the story, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo is a beautifully written novel with which I am absolutely obsessed. The main draw for most people, including me, is the titular character, Evelyn Hugo. Like I said, this is a very interesting book, because Evelyn has a very interesting life. As a young woman looking for work in Hollywood in the 1950s, she was never afraid to take risks and make compromises to get what she wanted, even if that meant sacrificing her sexuality and her ethnic heritage to be more digestible to the public. To Monique, she reflects on the choices she made, often revealing the astonishing truths behind why she made them, and she confronts them all with refreshing honesty, which I really liked – some of her decisions might categorise her as a “bad person”, but Evelyn doesn’t have time to regret how those choices might have affected others while she was busy fighting for the life she felt she deserved. It was empowering to read about a woman who never sacrificed her own needs for the convenience of others, and although it made her morally grey, it also made her authentic. I thought the fictional biography idea was absolute genius, because seeing Evelyn through the eyes of Monique, someone who only knows of Evelyn what she has chosen to share about her life, gives the reader a dual perspective; we are seeing Evelyn as she truly is as she tells her life story, but we are also seeing how that story contradicts the image of Evelyn which with the public is familiar, the mysterious, sexy starlet with seven different husbands. I found that contrast illuminating, and the book as a whole was impossible for me to put down. If you’re on the hunt for a ruthlessly ambitious and gorgeously authentic main character, Evelyn Hugo is the woman for you.

2. The Raven Cycle series by Maggie Stiefvater [full review]

This technically counts as four books, but I’m reviewing them all together. This was not a series I was expecting to read, let alone love. This urban fantasy series follows a seventeen-year-old girl named Blue Sargent, the only non-psychic in a family of psychics, and the four prep school boys she befriends. Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Noah Czerny, and Richard Campbell Gansey III are on a mission to recover the body of an ancient king named Owen Glendower, as it has been prophesied that Glendower will grant a favour to whomever finds him first. Blue begins to fall for one of the boys, but she has a secret: all her life, every psychic she has met has told her that if she kisses her true love, he will die.

I love this series so much. It’s set in modern America, which I appreciate because I didn’t have to read the detailed history of a made-up fantasy world, and the plot is interesting, albeit not super action-packed – the best word to describe the pacing is ‘sleepy’. There’s five main characters, so I won’t go into much detail about what makes them so special and unique, but they are all very well-rounded, each with their own distinctive personality and narrative voice, and they all have something interesting to offer to the story in terms of their backgrounds/upbringings, their abilities, their emotions, and their interpersonal relationships with each other and with the group as a whole. Blue and her raven boys are an endearing and entertaining group to read about, with a kind of kinship that reminds me very much of Harry Potter’s Golden Trio. The other thing that made this series stand out to me is the atmosphere that Maggie Stiefvater created. This series is the definition of atmospheric writing. The whimsical quality of Maggie’s writing and the fantasy elements of the story – psychics and tarotology, ghosts and ancient kings, ley lines and dreams brought to life – work perfectly together, conjuring a deeply immersive reading experience that is mystical and magical and so, so funny. I don’t usually love fantasy, but this was the perfect kind for me, and I’m so glad that I gave it a chance this year.

1. Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

This technically counts as two books, but again, I’m reviewing them together. Six of Crows and its sequel, Crooked Kingdom, were two of the first books I read in 2018, which is unfortunate, because they set the bar so high that no other book was able to compete. I wasn’t expecting to ever read this duology. Even though it gets nothing but rave reviews, it had never really piqued my interest, but it was recommended to me while I was trialling Audible in January, and I figured, fuck it. I don’t have to pay for it, so why not give it a try? Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom follow a group of teenage gang members, criminals, and runaways who band together to go on a heist to break someone out of prison. Leigh Bardugo is a phenomenal talent; her world-building is intricately layered and richly detailed in mythos, tradition, and culture, and her writing is spectacular, her dialogue Sorkin-esque with snark and speed and heart. It is the six main characters, however, that have won me over so completely.

The characters in this book are SO well-developed. There are six of them, and they each come from different walks of life: Kaz Brekker inspired the “started from the bottom, now we’re here” meme, an orphan off the streets who now runs a criminal gang called the Dregs and whom is known for being utterly ruthless and impossible to trick or manipulate; Inej Ghafa is an acrobat and an ex-sex slave whose freedom Kaz bought on the condition that she does reconnaissance work for the Dregs; Nina Zenik is a ‘Grisha Heartrender’, a powerful magician with the ability to damage people’s internal organs, and also the sexiest woman alive; Matthias Helvar is a soldier from the Norse-inspired land of Fjerda whose army hunts down and kills Grisha; Jesper Fahey is a sharpshooter with a gambling problem who works for the Dregs; and Wylan van Eck is the underdog, son of the merchant who hires the six teens to break a high-profile Grisha out of a maximum security ice prison in Fjerda. Over the course of the two books in the series, the six form an unbreakable bond with each other, but they also formed an unbreakable bond with me. The character development is excellent, and the romance is fucking amazing – yes, the heist plot is awesome, and the high stakes make it exhilarating to read, but it’s the friendships and romances that blossom among the gang that make this book so popular, because they are so nuanced and interesting and tragic that you can’t help but invest in them. Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom made an astonishing emotional impact on me and haven’t been far from my mind since I read them at the very start of 2018, and that’s why they’re number one on this list.

Thanks for reading! x