Alpha Mine

Book Review of Alpha Mine (The Alpha Council Chronicles #1), by Brenda Sparks

Alpha MineI picked up a copy of Alpha Mine, by Brenda Sparks, at Amazon.  I read it as part of my Alpha Reading Challenge.

Description from Goodreads: 
In the shadows of the night, there exists a band of warriors–a group of vampires, known as the Alpha Council. Their formidable leader, Stephan von Haas, has vowed to protect not only his kind but the humans existing alongside them. His duty comes before all else–until a sassy blonde saunters into his life.

When a sensual, dark-haired stranger walks into Katrina Spencer’s life, he stirs her deepest desires and sweeps her into a world beyond her wildest dreams. But when Katrina is targeted by Stephan’s enemies, reality shifts into something violent and deadly, as she is thrust into a realm where vampires stalk the shadows and vengeance is coming for her.

Together they will confront an extraordinary destiny of peril, passion, and dark pleasures. But when one horrid mistake brings retribution, their love may pay the price.

Review:
I had a very visceral reaction to the end of this book. It went something like this: I turned off my kindle, tossed it off to the side, took a deep breath and said, out loud, “Thank God it’s finally finished!” Without consciously realizing I was doing, about 30% into the novel, I started checking my progress bar and being repeatedly shocked and dismayed to find I was only 30%, 45%, 60%, 75%, etc done. This novel seemed to go on forever and not in a good way.

I’ll be fair and say the actual writing isn’t bad and the dialogue is readable. It’s not the hot mess some indie/SP books I’ve read are. But it REALLY needed and editor that would have encouraged the author to cut about a third of it out, tighten it up a lot, and solidify the characters to match the tone of the book. Because the book is too long, too many of its pages are dedicated to unimportant, non-plot relevant events and the characters, who are supposed to be badassed act like children. They play charades, dress up for Halloween and giggle a lot. This created a jarring and unpleasant collision of innocent child-like scenes followed by rape scenes, which I assume were the author’s attempt to be gritty and edgy. (It wasn’t.)

And I’d like to address these rape scenes, which if I’m fair, were more like rape references. But for the point I’m making is same-same. I have no problem encountering rape in a book if it serves a purpose in the plot. But I have found in many, many books that authors use rape as a shortcut to clumsily telegraph to the reader, “This character is exceptionally bad.” This offends me both as a woman who is just tired of having rape thrown in such a high proportion of romance/erotic novels but also as a reader who is just tired of encountering the same writing over and over and over again.

I promise there are millions of other ways for men to be bad men. At this point in my reading career, when I encounter the sort of rape used here in this book, I interpret it as a sign that an author has been lazy and refused to think any farther than, “Here’s a trope that you will effortlessly recognize and know what it means.” Telling your reader you are lazy is not a good thing.

This is especially true in Alpha Mine, because the rapes contributed NOTHING to the plot. The character committing them was a minor side character, a minion. Establishing his evilness was beside the point. In fact, it countered the point, as it caused him to overshadow the true villain. He was later disposed of in an offhand manner, further establishing him as an unimportant character in the book. Thus, further emphasizing that his need to be established as evil was unimportant and therefore his raping of at least two women unneeded in the book.

Thus, to make my point clear, the author included two raped woman for absolutely no reason at all. Worse than that, for a reason that served to make the book even weaker than it already was. While rape is just one more thing that could show up in a book, much like murder or milkshakes or mad cows, it is extremely overused and should be considered before being included in a story. Sparks has just spectacularly demonstrated why.

So, I was put off on several fronts by this book. The plot was too loose, the characters undeveloped and shallow, the tone contradictory, the female nothing more than an object that spurs the men to action, and inordinate amount of time was dedicated to what sleazy outfit she was wearing and how men reacted to her in it, there was magic sex that fixed a problem that the effort of five people couldn’t solve, the conclusion was anticlimactic and the whole thing was too long in general. This book has many good reviews. People like it. I’m just not one of them.

Book Review of Trust (Running With Alphas #1), by Viola Rivard

Running With AlphasI picked up a copy of Viola Rivard‘s Trust: Running With Alphas from Amazon when it was free. It is part of my Alpha reading challenge.

Description from Goodreads:
Just when she thinks her life can’t get any worse, Taylor meets alpha wolf Alder – the most caring, gallant, and handsome man on the planet. On the run from the police, there’s no way she could possibly get involved with him. But somehow she does anyway.

Alder seems to be convinced that the two of them are going to live happily ever after in his mountain territory. But between looming pack wars, her dicey past, and his twin brother – the most obnoxious, sadistic, and handsome man on the planet – Taylor has a feeling that her new life among werewolves may be just as complicated as her human one.

Review:

This was surprisingly cute, which was a bit of a shock when I was expecting trashy erotica. But no complaints on that front. I have a soft spot for big alphas who shepherd, tend and fret over their mates, trying to feed them and such. Alder is just such a shifter, so he was a winner for me. I liked Taylor too, but Alder carried the book for me.

I did think the plot was a little shaky. You never find out the details of what Taylor is running from and I don’t get the feeling we ever will. It’s just a frame to hang the romance on. The characters were pretty shallow. The chemistry between the two wasn’t really shown. The mishap with Hale was predictable, there is a cliched female enemy and it’s a cliffhanger. But all in all, I was more pleased than I expected to be.

11 Things I Learned About Being a Bookworm by Living With a ‘Not-a-Reader’

I organized my bookshelves this weekend. For me this is big time drama. There are so many decisions to make. What order to put them in? Which have earned the right to prominence on the actual shelves and which have to be consigned to hidden niches among the dust bunnies and dog fur? Which to get rid of? When to read the ones that have to go, because giving away an unread book is a sin in my world. The struggle is real, people.

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And I can’t even with my children’s shelves. OMG, I can feel the twitches coming on just thinking about it. I order them; they disorder them. I order them; they disorder them. This is a pretty regular cycle in our world. Maybe I shouldn’t buy them so many books. *<.< side-eyes that idea*

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But when my husband later asked what I’d done with my day and I proudly answered, “I organized the bookshelf” (Notice how now it’s the bookshelf, not my bookshelf? This is a small dishonesty I allow him to believe. It’ a form of kindness.) and he was devastatingly unimpressed, I had a revelation. He doesn’t get it. He has no idea why this lights me up and makes me happy. (Because drama and decisions be damned, I love playing with my books.)

So, what makes him different, I asked myself… what makes me different? Well, I am an unrepentant bookworm. He is not. I don’t mean he doesn’t read. He does occasionally. I think he maybe even enjoys it, on those rare occasions he dedicates himself, over months, to finishing a book. But it holds the same place of importance in his world as, say, swimming. Which he does with the kiddos a couple times a summer, or playing computer games. Which he loves in theory but almost never gets around to doing.

I however live to read.  It is THE primary (non-chore) activity in my day-to-day life. I would (and often do) forgo almost every other activity in order to finish the book I started that morning. And until I began living with someone who didn’t live this way, it seemed absolutely normal. On further consideration, I realized that there are a number of things I learned about my perception of self by comparison to him, a normal non-obsessive-reader person.

I considered making this post a fictional account from the perspective of the non-reader—11 Things I Learned Living With a Bookworm—but that wouldn’t really have been me, so it’s 11 Things I Learned About Being a Bookworm by  Living With a Not-a-Reader.

  1. Hoarding books is not the norm? Apparently, non-bookworms don’t cherish every page they own, even if they didn’t like the book. They think nothing of tossing the text when they’re finished, or even (gods forbid) if they didn’t.
  2. Having marked off over half the books in Emma Beare’s 5011419462 Must-Read Books isn’t considered impressive? Aiming to read them all eventually is just a random, shrug-worthy goal. Keeping this book for years, just for the occasional joy of marking a book out of the index is weird and maybe obsessive. Planning to get a new version when your done, because new books have probably made the list since you bought your copy in 2007, garners an eye-roll from the non-reader, normal person.
  3. Not-a-readers don’t care what order their books are on a shelf? Apparently, a bookworm’s need to have an understandable system, even if it changes regularly, is odd. They also obviously aren’t driven bat-shit crazy by random stuff, like tangled headphones or unopened mail, that gets tossed on them as if they are any other openly available flat surface.
  4. Books aren’t decorations in the not-a-bookworm’s world and a bookworm’s desire to decorate with them is often unfathomable.
  5. The ability to sit in sloth-like stillness for hours, while entire worlds unfurl in your mind is not an admirable skill? It’s, like, lazy or something.
  6. A book isn’t meant to be read cover-to-cover in as short amount of time as possible, preferably one day, so that there are no interruptions in the experience? Apparently, this is something only bookworms feel is important and not-reader, normal people think is gluttonous.
  7. reading goal as of 4/7/16Reading 300 or so pages in a day is not a reasonable expectation, nor is 300 books in a year? Not-obsessive-reader people often find these numbers shocking.
  8. Coming to the table for meals and discussing something other than the characters or subplots of the book you’re reading is considered good manners? A bookworm’s need to share what they’ve just spent six hours immersed in is somewhat off-putting to the not-a reader, normal person.
  9. Forgoing human interactions and declining social invitations in order to finish a book is considered rude? Some bookworms are apparently seen as antisocial in the non-literary world.
  10. Reading a book quickly and being able to pull out and discuss themes, genre expectations and tropes are apparently, under non-bookworm conditions, considered anathema?
  11. I never, ever want to have to live as a normal, not-a-reader person. Being a bookworm, for me, is important and gratifying. It is a way of life that I choose.

It’s this last point that was brought home to me most saliently. I could choose to not be a bookworm, which conversely means I choose to be one. I have an uncle in his late 60s, who I would characterize as a reader, maybe even a mild bookworm. He is loosing his eyesight. He’s facing the question of bothering to learn braille or if audiobooks will be enough to sustain him. He is living my nightmare, but it seems to me he is also facing the choice of whether to remain a bookworm or to move on to other forms of self-identity.

Bookworm is a way of life. Perhaps there are better names for it, but this is the one I decided on. This is the label I choose for myself. No matter what the normal, not-a-bookworm person thinks of me (us), no matter how odd or off-putting they find some of my (our) habits, I find it something to be proud of. I don’t want to live in a world where books have no order, or can sit partially read for months on end, or where going to a movie is preferable to snuggling up with a book. I don’t want to be a not-a-reader, normal person. I live at one end of the reader extreme and I plan to stay here.

Tere is a certain freeing aspect to recognizing this. I am a bookworm and if you’ve finished this post, you probably are too. Welcome to the community.

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