A Good Idea Gone Wrong

Stain

Stain (My Soul to Wake) Book One

Or

My Soul to Wake (Stain #1)

By: Tara Oakes

GoodReads Summary:

*** Warning: this novel is intended for those over 18 years of age due to its erotic nature and mature content. ***
Witchcraft.
Reincarnation.
True love.
These are the things of legend. Unexplained, some even say impossible… but nonetheless prevalent in stories and tales from all cultures and in every land from the beginning of time. What if there’s something to it? What if there is an explanation behind the mysteries and bedtime stories? Something beyond words?

SALEM, MASSACHUSETTES 1692

She was taken from him in the cruelest way… condemned, sentenced and punished out of fear of the unknown. How is he supposed to live without her? How can he go on knowing that in this life, they will never be one again? There’s only one thing to do… only one option that will bring them together again.

SALEM , MASSACHUSETTES TODAY

Leah is taken on a weekend excursion with her best girlfriends to let loose, relax and have a little fun. What harm is there in a little vacation? It’s not like the legends, the haunted history of the place can scare them away. It’s all harmless fun.

Or so she thought.

Something seems familiar about the town. The trees, the winds, the feel of everything. Her ever present nightmares have become more intense within the limits of the old historical setting. She’s prepared to write off the whole trip as nothing more than a case of her mind running away with the sensationalized magic here. When she meets a handsome stranger who’s eager to know her in a way no one else can, she begins to think there just may be something more to this place, something more to him.

Will has been waiting, biding his time, and praying that she’ll come back. He’s broken the natural order of things to possibly find her again, weaving their way through the years until they can be together again. He knows he may never find her, but he can’t risk not trying. This place calls to her, just as it did to him. It will bring her back home. It will bring her back to him.

What’s 300 years when it comes to true love? He’s prepared to wait an eternity if he has to, just to see her, hold her, make her his and to help her remember what was stolen from them so long ago. He’ll stop at nothing to make her remember who she is, the power she possesses, and the love they swore to each other.

 

I’m of two minds on this one, both good and bad. So hear me out before making your purchasing decisions. It will depend on what you want and expect from a book.

 

The Good:

The story itself is rather well crafted. Using ideas I’ve seen before many times, reincarnation, endless love, witchcraft, Salem, etc., Tara Oakes add a few subtle elements to make this story hers.

For instance, I love how the title(s) bring elements of her story into the foreground of your mind when you finally realize how the word “stain” fits in. Finding a good title is sometimes a very hard thing for writers to do. Unfortunately, the editor or whoever is in charge of advertising cannot make up their minds on which title is the title of the book and which title is the title of the series. This makes things difficult when you’re looking for it and subsequent books.

I love the premise of the story (and I’m not giving away any spoilers).

I’m also impressed by the descriptions. She tells the intimate bits without cliché and boring repetition. Plus, I think the warning in the blurb is a bit much, considering what I read in high school and what I know kids in high school read. Plus, I’ve read plenty of YA books which border more on the pornographic than this ever touched.

Tara, I think, did a decent job of creating a lovely meeting of two souls in a properly intimate manner according to the context of the story, without going overboard or being repetitiously sugary sweet enough to make my teeth hurt. And I’m thinking that’s also a hard thing to accomplish, since I find it so rarely.

 

The Bad:

I do not understand the overwhelming amount of five star ratings. The idea behind the story is nothing new. Subtle elements give it a different dimension, but it is not a blockbuster. It does not blow me away with originality.

I teeter on the edge of relating to Leah and completely hating her angsty personality.

Trust me, I love Salem and all things horrendous and potential about the place. It has so many seeds for great stories.

The love story is fantastic, but the ease with which Leah accepts the unbelievable and the purposeful way she acts at the end, make me see three different characters. She’s just so all over the place.

 

The Ugly:

As an admitted grammar nazi with good influences from an anthro-linguistic background, I have learned to turn a blind eye to random bits of untidy grammar and the rare typo.

At this point, I hope that future editions of this find an editor who can fix my/me constructions, discover the important missing words and rid us, please, of the rampant passive voice that reduces a powerful, emotional scene to one where we simply do not give a damn because the one telling the story does not give enough of a damn to animate the scene rather than swish it around her mouth and spit.

 

Here’s a clue to those who do not understand what passive voice is: take your document, or any document and open it in MS Word. Go into your proofing settings and make the thing check for grammatical errors. Run a check. When you see those annoying green, red and blue squiggles, right click on what it underlines. It TELLS you what’s wrong. Fix the red ones. Those are spelling errors. Check the blue ones. Those are few, but they happen. They tell you when you’re using two instead of too. The green one’s? Those are the ones that tell you when a sentence is a fragment or to wordy or too long or whatever. Pay attention when it says “passive voice.”

I admit, there are a few times where passive voice is almost required and you simply cannot get rid of it. But in the middle of a hugely emotional scene, do your freakin’ best to get rid of the damned passive voice people.

If I read/listen to another book with so much potential and an overabundance of passivity (ruining that wonderful idea), I’m going to give a grammar lesson on this blog. No one wants that, right. (Unless you do, then, please tell me and I’ll add a section addressing the most common mistakes I can see ruining otherwise beautiful writing.)

Sometimes I wish I had a really good editor with new eyes proofing my stuff, ‘cause I bet they’d see much more than I, the one so invested in my own work.

(Random thought: should I start a proofing/editing business to help others?)

Stupid, pet peeve-rant over. (Look at that. A green squiggly. Look at all those fragments. Sometimes they work. Know the rules before you bend them, I always say.)

 

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Acheron Highway

acheron highway

(Jonathan Shade #2)

By: Gary Jonas

Narrated by: Joe Hempel

Series: Jonathan Shade

Goodreads Summary:

“He stole my heart, Mr. Shade. I want you to find him and steal it back.”

The dead won’t stay buried in Denver, so Jonathan Shade isn’t too surprised when a deceased woman shows up wanting to hire him. A necromancer stalker has stolen her heart–literally–and she needs it if she’s going to live.

But Shade’s jobs are never simple. The dead won’t leave him alone. They work for a lovesick goddess who wants Shade to turn over her former lover. Chased by zombies, and then by an army of skeletons, Shade and his magically-engineered partner, Kelly Chan, fight to stay alive.

Keep your hands and feet in the vehicle at all times, and hang on, because there are no safe exits from Acheron Highway…

Sequels suck. Everyone knows that. Even reading a series, people tend to find faults and bury themselves in those faults saying the third book will be better. Sequels tend to suck.

This one did not suck.

I am old enough to be jaded. I am old enough and have studied and read enough to see the formula as I read/listen. Nine times out of ten, I can see the end even before the middle and my entertainment is the path that gets me there.

Then there’s the tenth time. The time when I didn’t see it coming. This is that time.

I knew what would happen after the climax. But I did NOT see the end of that battle. And I had to pause, to take a minute and work out a few things in my head.

For an author to hook me with the ewwww factor at the beginning, drag me along for the ride and into THAT battle…. For an author to keep me entertained so much that sentence construction and “you expect me to believe that” never distracts me from the story….

Reviewers always talk about books “gripping them and never letting go.” Except for a few exceptions, I haven’t been “gripped” in a very long time. This is one of those exceptions.

When I say, pick up this book and read it. I mean carve out a bit of your time and let go. Let this freakin’ thing take you to hell and back. This path is fun.

As always, I skimmed through the reviews after listening. Wanna know something interesting? On three sites, THREE sites, there are very few reviews with less than FOUR stars.

That includes Audible where there were definitive opinions about Mr. Hempel’s narrative ability and the choice to even have him narrate.

I don’t see any complaints here.

While I’ve come to certain conclusions about Mr. Hempel being one of my favs and I know that most people will/should take it with a grain of salt that I’ll probably say something nice about his narrative talents, I am unashamed. Mr. Hempel did a fantastic job. Somehow, he manages to enunciate consistently and still emote a sense of intensity, where I, personally, would have blubbered and mumbled if I’d had to read this aloud.

Even though I truly enjoyed this rollercoaster, the best part is the ability to recommend this to my middle kid who I usually have to cajole into reading. While I’m telling him about Jonathan Shade, he’s nodding, saying, “Sure, some kids at school are reading/listening to the same thing. You like it? Yup, I’ll give it a go.” And after I’ve told him about it, I notice he’s watching the first season of Bones, something I’ve been trying to get him into since the beginning. So when the mention of Kathy Reichs happens as I’m listening, I have to pause and share with the kid. He loved it. “So do I have a copy, Mom?”

“Well, duh, little one, if I have it, so do you.”

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Modern Sorcery

modern sorcery

By: Gary Jonas

Narrated by: Joe Hempel

Series: Jonathan Shade

GoodReads Summary:

A SAVAGE MURDER

A husband armed with a sword hacks apart his wife in a Denver grocery store. There are dozens of witnesses, and the crime is captured on the security cameras. To the police, it’s an open-and-shut case.

To Naomi, the daughter of the couple, it’s evidence of dark magic. She hires her ex-lover, a private investigator named Jonathan Shade to prove her father is innocent.

Shade specializes in paranormal cases, but he isn’t buying it. Still, he takes the case, hoping to rekindle their relationship. Instead, Shade finds himself mixed up in supernatural intrigue with wizards, magically engineered assassins, and an ancient sorcerer returned to life who’s willing to kill anyone who stands in his way.

Too bad Shade doesn’t have any magic.

(I received a free copy in exchange for an honest review.)

Recently, I’ve discovered something. I no longer jump into reviewing books willy nilly. I still don’t look at the existing reviews. I want to form my own opinion. I just browse through the description and sometimes run through to find out the average star rating. I look at authors and avoid those I just don’t like (who wants a bad review based on the fact that the reviewer doesn’t like what you write or how you write it before they even give the new book a chance?).

Since I listen to a lot of books just because my life doesn’t accept me sitting down for long periods of time pouring over the words like I use to, I also pay attention to narrators.

I have touched on this before, but it bears repeating if you’ve not browsed the archives. I am peculiar. I think female voices are meant for daytime listening because some of them inadvertently pierce my brain during character changes or emotional story moments. I do not want to wake up to that in the middle of the night. Female narrators keep me on point during the day. I’m more productive listening to them. (Weird, huh?)

I know that many people cannot listen to stories at night because it frustrates them when they fall asleep. I have a system. A male voice works in that system. Yes, it takes me longer to listen to a book, but it adds to my enjoyment, so that’s really all that counts.

So daytime = female voices and nighttime = male voices.

Here’s the thing. There are some exceptions.  (Mainly full productions, but that is a whole other topic. Twilight zone for sleeping. Gaiman for long drives.)

One exception is Mr. Joe Hempel. His voice doesn’t have the deep timbre of Mr. James Marsters. His voice is not high enough or whiny enough to wake me in the middle of the night. It’s like his voice is just right for either waking/working/productive day or calm/relaxing/sleeping night.

This led to another epiphany. I have a lot of Joe Hempel narrated books. And I’ve liked every freakin’ one of them. So what did I do? Something I never do. I reached out and told him so. What did he do? Sent me another book. (A tiny bit of jumping and yeahing.)

Less than 16 hours later, I’m finished. (Had to do that thing we need to stay alive, you know, sleep).

Another fabulous choice in books, I would never have found otherwise.

And, after listening, I had to go check out what others were thinking.

So, yes, this idea is similar to the Dresden Files, in that the MC is a PI in a world full of magic. I can even see either character slipping easily into either world to give the other a hard time. That would be something to see.

However, you can’t expect it to stay so similar. Jonathan is not Harry. I see Harry as the old noir PI (of course, he wears a trench coat and opens doors for ladies). I see Jonathon as a guy I might have grown up with. One of those guys you’d rather shoot a round of pool with instead of just sitting at the bar knocking back shots. You enjoy being around both of them, but one is a bit mellower and more cynical than the other.

Other reviewers have mentioned that Mr. Hempel doesn’t fit the character. I (am surprised by this) disagree. I don’t want Jonathan to sound like Eric Meyers reading The Maltese Falcon.

Dresden is for a night of chilling and bitching about work. Jonathan is for getting worked up and going out to find trouble just to blow off some energy. This is why you don’t want a deeper timbre for the MC. You don’t want him to seem exactly like every other old noir PI out there.

Jonathan is different. That’s what makes Modern Sorcery so different.

(What made me really happy is the nod to James Marsters hidden in the pages. I’m not going to tell you where, you just have to find it.)

Being a Dresden fan, and being that this is so similar, I did look for knock-off clues. The wizards are a closed society of asses, yes. But it feels as if we’re seeing a different side of them. Not a good one, but another one.

I may have enjoyed this one enough that I’ve overlooked some critical thinking. But, ya know what? That’s a good thing. It is rare that I don’t pick apart every little thing even in my head.

I wasn’t blasted out of my fun by grammatical gaffs. I wasn’t slipping down the passivity slide with an overabundance of passive voice. Every sentence felt like a bit of action, pulling me to the end.

I do agree with some that character development was light. I understand that this was more of a journey for Jonathan than manure to feed his personal growth, but he hasn’t gotten there yet. This is not the epic emotional voyage.

This is the beginning of a series. Compare it to prime time police procedurals like Law & Order (any of them). For the first season, it’s case driven. We don’t get into personal lives until at least the second. This first book in a series could probably equate to the first half of the first season.

The other characters were fun for me. I loved Esther’s turn of phrase, inconsistent though it might be. I mean, she’s been dead for how long and she doesn’t draw heavily from contemporary speech, but the villain, dead for three hundred years, barely back for a week and he references the finger in the throat for nausea? Hmmmm. What makes Esther different?

I liked Kelly, too. I didn’t think I would, because characters like her tend to soften halfway through until you don’t recognize them anymore. She remains consistent. She’s a construct. She doesn’t feel physical pain. She has attachments and objectivity.

Crazy as it may seem, I really enjoyed this beginning and cannot wait to see what happens next.

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