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"Saying 'I notice you're a nerd' is like saying, 'Hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?' In fact, it seems to me that most contemporary insults are pretty lame. Even 'lame' is kind of lame. Saying 'You're lame' is like saying 'You walk with a limp.' Yeah, whatever, so does 50 Cent, and he's done all right for himself."— John Green

6.27.2022

BLOG TOUR - VERSE BOOK TWO: THE SECOND GATE BY SAM BECK - GRAPHIC NOVEL [SPOTLIGHT + GIVEAWAY]



I am thrilled to be hosting a spotlight stop on the VERSE BOOK 2: THE SECOND GATE by Sam Beck Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway! 

Book Information


Title: Verse Book Two: The Second Gate
Authors(s): Sam Beck
Publication Date: June 28, 2022
Edition: Paperback, eBook; 256 pgs
Publisher: Wonderbound
SourceRockstar Book Tours
PurchaseAmazon Kindle - B&N BAM! - iBooks - 
TBD Bookshop.org
Disclaimer: I received a copy from the publisher as part of a blog tour in exchange for an honest review.  My thoughts and opinions are my own.  Please note the purchase links above are affiliate links.


Tour Schedule

Week One
6/13/2022 - The Momma Spot - Guest Post
6/14/2022 - Sadie's Spotlight - Guest Post/IG Post
6/15/2022 - BookHounds YA - Guest Post/IG Post
6/16/2022 - Ya Books Central - Guest Post
6/17/2022 - Two Chicks on Books - Guest Post
6/18/2022 - @jaimerockstarbooktours - IG Post

Week Two
6/19/2022 - Lady Hawkeye - Excerpt/IG Post
6/20/2022 - Read With Serena - Review/IG Post
6/21/2022 - Living in a Bookworld - Guest Post
6/22/2022 - #BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog - Spotlight
6/23/2022 - Lifestyle of Me - Review/IG Post
6/24/2022 - Rajiv's Reviews - Review/IG Post
6/25/2022 - @thechattybookworm - TikTok Review/IG Post

Week Three
6/26/2022 - Fire and Ice - Review
6/27/2022 - Eli to the nth - Spotlight
6/28/2022 - Nonbinary Knight Reads - Review/IG Post/TikTok Post
6/29/2022 - Library of Alexandria Archives - Review/IG Post
6/30/2022 - TakeALookAtMyBookshelf - Review/IG Post
7/1/2022 - The Bookwyrm's Den - Review
7/2/2022 - A Backwards Story - Review/IG Post

Week Four
7/3/2022 - Nerdophiles - Review/IG Post
7/4/2022 - modefii - Review/IG Post
7/5/2022 - @allyluvsbooksalatte - Review/IG Post
7/6/2022 - Two Points of Interest - Review
7/7/2022 - onemused - IG Post
7/8/2022 - beersbooksandboos - Review/IG Post/TikTok Post


The Summary

FACE THE MAGIC

THE BATTLE FOR THE FUTURE OF MAGIC HAS TAKEN ITS FIRST PRISONER.

Held captive by the leaders of a dangerous new movement, Neitya is forced to face a darker side of her abilities that threaten to tear her away from Fife, her only true friend. The only way back to one another may be to follow their destinies down divergent paths and discover what it means to face their worst fears alone. 

Book 2 of the three-book original graphic novel fantasy series!



REVIEWS:

Verse's rich drawings and colours beautifully illustrate a complicated, engaging fantasy world filled with sympathetic characters. I can't wait to learn more about them as their journey continues!" -- Faith Erin Hicks ― The Nameless City - Comics Creator, Writer, Artist

"An intricately woven tale of magic and mystery, Sam Beck has written and illustrated an unforgettable story." -- Victoria Ying ― Illustrator - Diana Princess of the Amazons, I Kissed Alice, and more!

"Verse is the sort of book you spend hours pouring over, even after the first read. Every single page is a visual delight – I lingered on every panel and relished every page-turn. Sam expertly crafts a sprawling world full of gripping characters and thrilling stakes that transported me to another dimension– it's the kind of book I would have devoured as a teenager, and certainly still love now." -- Hannah Templer ― Artist - Cosmoknights



FOR DOWNLOADABLE DIGITAL ITEMS (Bookmarks, Digital Wallpapers, and Poster), please click on this link: https://www.readwonderbound.com/books/verse-book-1/

To see and hear Sam talk about VERSE, click on the YouTube link below for her Zoom chat at the 2021 US Book Show, entitled: MAGIC IS REAL: https://youtu.be/6kJ_1k--KDs


Excerpt


About the Author



About Sam Beck
Sam Beck is a writer and illustrator living in Toronto. She likes to explore themes of identity and relationships through the lens of fantasy. Sam has done work with Dark Horse, Vault Comics, and BOOM! Studios. When she's not drawing, find her admiring the forests of northern Ontario or playing the ocarina and guitar.

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Giveaway
2 winners will receive a finished copy of Verse Book 2: The Second Gate, US Only.

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5.30.2022

BLOG TOUR - ONCE UPON A K-PROM BY KAT CHO - YOUNG ADULT FICTION [REVIEW + GIVEAWAY]

 

I am very excited to be a part of the blog tour for the latest release from author Kat ChoOnce upon a K-Prom.  Check out my review below, and don't forget to enter the giveaway! 

Book Information



Title: Once Upon a K-Prom
Authors(s): Kat Cho
Publication Date: May 17, 2022
Edition: Hardcover, eBook, audiobook; 336 pgs
Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
SourceRockstar Book Tours
PurchaseAmazon - Kindle - Audible - B&N - BAM! - iBooks - Kobo - 
Disclaimer: I received a copy from the publisher as part of a blog tour in exchange for an honest review.  My thoughts and opinions are my own.  Please note the purchase links above are affiliate links.


Tour Schedule

Week One
5/1/2022 - Inside the Wong Mind - Review/IG Post
5/2/2022 - My Fictional Oasis - Review/IG Post
5/3/2022 - YABooksCentral - Excerpt
5/4/2022 - laura's bookish corner - Review/IG Post
5/5/2022 - GivernyReads - Review/IG Post
5/6/2022 - A Bookish Dream - Review/IG Post
5/7/2022 - Tales Of A Bookbug - Review/IG Post

Week Two
5/8/2022 - Quill Tree Fox - Review/IG Post
5/9/2022 - @bujos_n_books - IG Review
5/10/2022 - The Book View - Review/IG Post
5/11/2022 - A Court of Coffee and Books - Review/IG Post
5/12/2022 - wilted pages - Review/IG Post/TikTok Post
5/13/2022 - Dear Rivarie - Review/IG Post
5/14/2022 - Ruei's Reading Corner - Review

Week Three
5/15/2022 - Nagma | TakeALookAtMyBookshelf - IG Review
5/16/2022 - onemoreexclamation - Review/IG Post
5/17/2022 - Lisa Loves Literature - Review/IG Post
5/18/2022 - Fire and Ice - Review
5/19/2022 - A Backwards Story - Review/IG Post
5/20/2022 - The Clever Reader - Review/IG Post
5/21/2022 - Nerdophiles - Review

Week Four
5/22/2022 - Library of Alexandria Archives - Review/IG Post
5/23/2022 - The Momma Spot - Review/IG Post
5/24/2022 - The Real World According To Sam - Review/IG Post
5/25/2022 - two points of interest - Review
5/26/2022 - Kait Plus Books - Review/IG Post/TikTok Post
5/27/2022 - @drewsim12 - IG Review/TikTok Post
5/28/2022 - @thebookishfoxwitch - IG Review

Week Five
5/29/2022 - onemused - IG Review
5/30/2022 - Eli to the nth - Review/IG Post
5/31/2022 - @lexijava - Review/IG Post


The Summary

What would you do if the world's biggest K-pop star asked you to prom? Perfect for fans of Jenny Han and Sandhya Menon, this hilarious and heartfelt novel brings the glamour and drama of the K-pop world straight to high school.

Elena Soo has always felt overshadowed. Whether by her more successful older sisters, her more popular twin brother, or her more outgoing best friend, everyone except Elena seems to know exactly who they are and what they want. But she is certain about one thing - she has no interest in going to prom. While the rest of the school is giddy over corsages and dresses, Elena would rather spend her time working to save the local community center, the one place that's always made her feel like she belonged.

So when international K-pop superstar Robbie Choi shows up at her house to ask her to prom, Elena is more confused than ever. Because the one person who always accepted Elena as she is? Her childhood best friend, Robbie Choi. And the one thing she maybe, possibly, secretly wants more than anything? For the two of them to keep the promise they made each other as kids: to go to prom together. But that was seven years ago, and with this new K-pop persona, pink hair, and stylish clothes, Robbie is nothing like the sweet, goofy boy she remembers. The boy she shared all her secrets with. The boy she used to love.

Besides, prom with a guy who comes with hordes of screaming fans, online haters, and relentless paparazzi is the last thing Elena wants - even if she can't stop thinking about Robbie's smile...right?

My Review

So full disclaimer, I am not a K-pop fan.  I like a few BTS songs, but I am not a part of the fandom at all.  So I was a little hesitant going into Once Upon a K-Prom by Kat Cho.  I was worried that you needed to have a lot of knowledge about K-pop, but this book is so charming that I fell in love immediately.  And best thing: no prior K-pop knowledge required!

Elena Soo is such a likeable character from the get go (scroll down for an excerpt to see what I mean).  She has difficulties at home and at school with attention, or lack there of.  Constantly compared both places to her older sisters and twin brother, Elena has finally found a cause that's all her.  Now if only more people would pay attention to it.  Of course, all the attention switches to her, when Robbie Choi hits the scene.  Robbie, being a member of one of the biggest K-pop groups, WDB, certainly creates waves in Elena's typically quiet life.

I loved the dynamic of these two.  Elena is quiet and timid around most people, but not around Robbie because she knew him when they were younger.  This allows the reader to see more of her actual personality as she navigates this new Robbie who is both the same and different from who she remembers.  Robbie is also a little quiet, wanting to focus more on writing music than performing it.  But in order to follow that dream, becoming a part of WDB gave him more opportunity.  It was sweet to see the different aspects of each character come through when they were around each other.  I could see why they were so close before, and wanted them to span the distance again.

I loved how Cho utilized Robbie's chapters to explain K-pop to the reader.  This was done in a very natural, in-context way so I didn't feel lost even though I knew nothing about K-pop fandom or how K-pop groups are created.  It was fascinating, even if it was about an imaginary band. Of course, the little bit I do know about BTS...well there were definitely some parallels.  I also loved the inclusion of Korean without direct translations.  The way Cho crafted the story, the reader can understand what is being said by context, but I also just used Google translate to help.  I think it is important to allow other languages to breathe and exist in an English language book.  I certainly felt like it just added to the story, and didn't detract.

The romance though was. so. adorable!  I love Elena and Robbie, and the development of their relationship was so cute.  I don't want to give much away, but just imagine that not only does your childhood best friend become your teen crush, but he's also in the biggest K-pop group ever!  Sugary sweet, just the way I like it!

Once Upon a K-Prom by Kat Cho was just such a feel good romance with a very fun premise.  Definitely a fun book to pick up anytime of the year, but I can see readers enjoying this one by the pool this summer.  Be sure to pick up your own copy wherever books are sold (or enter down below for a chance to win a finished copy).
 
Final Rating



Excerpt

Chapter 1

When most people think of prom, they probably picture dresses and limos and dancing the night away with their dream date. When I think of prom, I picture aching feet, overpriced decorations, and unrealistic expectations. 

Obviously, I was in the minority, though. As was proof by the long line of upper classmen willing to spend their entire lunch period standing in line to buy prom tickets.

It was day three of ticket sales, which meant it was also day three of the Awareness Club’s Alterna-Prom Initiative. 

It was…not going great. 

Okay, fine, it was a big fat failure. 

We’d set up a station where students could donate their change to West Pinebrook’s Community Center after buying tickets.

“Any more donations?” I asked, leaning over the table.

Max Cohen shook his head. “Sorry, Elena.” 

I glared at the jar. It was almost empty. The dollar bill I’d placed in there was still the only donation. I’d thought maybe having money already would make us look less pathetic, but it just looked sadder somehow.

I glanced at my carefully written spreadsheet. I’d made it to track potential donations. We were way behind what I’d projected. But I guess I hadn’t factored in teenage apathy.

“Has anyone taken a pamphlet?” I glared at the suspiciously full pile.

“To do that they’d have to stop avoiding our table like we all had the plague.” Josie rolled her eyes.

I’d spent days writing those pamphlets up, included photos of the kids from the community center at last year’s holiday party and the fundraiser website to donate online. It explained that we weren’t telling people not to go to prom, but to rethink how they spent their money on the dance. 

That’s why my best friend, Josie Flores, had come up with the term “alterna-prom initiative” even though I worried it was a little wordy and confusing. It hadn’t helped though. Everyone just thought we were flat out protesting prom.

“Come on, El, if they won’t take a pamphlet, let’s just hand them out,” Josie said, stepping out from behind the table. She was willow thin with smooth brown skin, a pretty narrow face, and dark hair that framed it in curls. It was everything I used to wish for when I was little instead of my round Korean face, short legs, and flat stick-straight black hair. 

“I’ll help!” Max jumped up. 

“No, you guard the table and the…dollar,” Josie said, eyeing the sad jar.

I gave him an “I’m sorry” shrug at getting stuck with table duty again. But he dutifully sat back down. He’d do anything for Josie.

Since sophomore year, he always mooned at her behind his wire-rimmed glasses. They weirdly worked on him, like nerdy white boy chic. His curly hair used to be cropped short in middle school, but he’d grown it out now and it flopped into his eyes. It was cute in a Shawn Mendes kind of way. 

Josie started down the line, handing pamphlets out, making sure each person at least opened it before she moved on. She didn’t seem to mind the annoyed looks she got or the rude comments. I wish I could be that confident, not to care what everyone thought of me. 

“They’re in trouble of losing funding,” I said to a group of juniors I’d just handed pamphlets to. None had opened them. So I took one and opened it myself to a bullet point list of ways to save on prom. “Instead of spending hundreds on limos and dresses and tuxedos, you could just wear an old suit or a dress from rent-the-runway and drive yourself. Then donate what you saved to the center.”

“Hey, you’re Ethan Soo’s sister right?” One of them squinted at me as if trying to see the family resemblance.

I sighed. It was common for kids to remember my brother before they remembered something as pesky as my actual name. He was the popular twin after all.

“I’m Elena,” I mumbled. “So, back to the community center, if you don’t have any extra cash right now, there’s an online donation site you can use too.”

They all just blinked at me before returning to their conversation about some new movie that had just released. Were these people heartless? Did they not see the adorable children smiling out at them from the pamphlet? 

“I’m sorry,” I tried to get their attention again, but they kept ignoring me.

“El, you gotta stop apologizing all the time,” Josie said, walking over. She was down to her last few pamphlets and I felt guilty that I still had a full pile.

“I can’t help it.” I frowned because she was right. It was just such a knee-jerk reaction for me to constantly apologize every time I felt even an inkling that someone felt uncomfortable around me.

 “I don’t think this is working,” Josie said, scowling at the line of students doing their best to ignore us. “I think we’ll have to use more radical methods.”

“Well, unless you want to go full Robin Hood, I think pamphlets and peaceful protest are all we’ve got right now.” I sighed. 

“I have something to help our cause,” Josie said, taking off toward the exit. 

“As long as it doesn’t make a mess!” I called after her, but I wasn’t sure if she heard me as she pushed out of the cafeteria.

As I waited for Josie to return, the line moved up and a girl swung her bag into me as she turned to talk to her friend. 

“Can you find somewhere else to stand?” she asked, huffing in annoyance.

“Sorry,” I mumbled before I could stop myself.

“Did you see her weird-ass pamphlets?” the girl’s friend said, not caring that I was standing right there. “Imagine spending all your time trying to ruin prom.”

I sighed and stepped back, turning away from the line and the annoyed glares. I wasn’t trying to ruin prom. I just didn’t see the allure of it. I’d watched every one of my three older sisters get excited about the dance only to come home let down in some way or another at the end of the night. It gives perspective to a kid, even if I was only ten.

I leaned against a lunch table as I waited for Josie to get back. It was filled with a group of freshmen girls sighing over a music video playing on one of their phones. I could barely hear it over the loud volume of voices crashing through the cafeteria, but I recognized the group: WDB.

WDB had achieved something no other K-pop group had done for over a decade: entered the hearts of teens across the whole globe and somehow became the first Korean group to win an MTV music award and American Music Award, which got them invited to other award shows, and they’d even performed on SNL. It was all so impressive, but there was an extra layer of surrealness for me as the face of the main rapper, Robbie Choi, graced the screen. It was a face I knew well even though it had lost all of the baby fat that had puffed up his cheeks when we were ten. We’d been best friends. I knew things about him that weren’t written in his official profile. 

I knew how he got that little scar through his eyebrow. (He’d fallen out of a wardrobe during an epic game of manhunter and into the edge of a coffee table.) 

I knew that even though he was famous now for his luscious locks that had been dyed the whole rainbow during his career, he’d once let me shave a stripe through it because we’d wanted to see if we could write his name in his hair. (Spoiler: we could not. And yes, we did get into epic trouble with our parents after that stunt.)

Now there were girls swooning over him and giggling whenever his face popped up on screen. 

To be honest, I’d once been just like everyone else, looking forward to a magical prom night filled with slow dancing and perfectly posed photos. But I’d always imagined it with a specific person. And since he was no longer in this country, let alone this town…it’s pretty obvious why ten-year-old Elena’s dream prom plan would never actually happen. And when you knew something wouldn’t work out, it was best to move on.

“Robbie is my bias!” one girl declared and I almost wanted to tell her about that time Robbie had fallen into mud during our third-grade trip. I’d had to walk behind him the rest of the day so no one thought he’d pooped his pants. 

Or maybe I’d explain how he’d forgotten all his old friends when he got famous…

“JD is my bias. He’s just so…mysterious.” 

I watched as another member of WDB gave a sly wink. I’d never met JD even though he was Robbie’s older cousin. I had to admit it was a pretty catchy song. And perhaps I’d found myself downloading a few of WDB’s singles. But it was still so weird for me to think of my childhood bestie as a heartthrob.

I remembered the last day I’d seen Robbie. We’d been ten and we stood in front of his empty house.  All of his stuff had already been shipped over to Seoul ahead of his family. I’d had friends move before. Becca Kuss had moved to Ohio in first grade. And Emily B. had moved to the next town over last year. But Robbie was my best friend and he wasn’t moving twenty miles away. He was moving to the other side of the world. We’d clutched each other, tears streaming down our faces. Robbie’s nose had been as red as a cherry. I told him so and he said mine made me look like Rudolph. And then we’d hugged again. 

“I’ll email you every day,” I’d promised.

“I’ll message you every day,” Robbie had said. “You downloaded Kakaotalk, right?”

I’d nodded. I’d never used the Korean messaging app before, but Robbie had said it worked all over the world, so no matter where we went we’d be able to talk.

“And I’ll come back when we’re in high school and we’ll go to prom together,” he’d said with a wide grin. “And we’ll take pictures just like Sarah’s with those silly flower bracelets.”

“They’re called corsages,” I told him. “And only girls get them.”
“Says who?” Robbie pouted.
I laughed. “I don’t know. Fine, we’ll get matching corsages.”
“But I want mine to be made out of Legos,” Robbie said.
“Then I want mine to be made out of butterflies!” I said.
“Ew! Like dead bugs!?”
“What?” I squeaked, horrified. “No! Like fake ones!”
“Nope. You want to wear dead bugs. You’re a dead bug wearer!” Robbie taunted and despite our tears and our impending parting, he made me laugh. And I took off after him, chasing him around the yard until his mother called him to get in the car. 
“See you at prom,” Robbie said before climbing in. 

I’d watched him drive away until I couldn’t see him anymore.
And in the last seven years, he’d become a part of the biggest K-pop boy group of all time and I wouldn’t be caught dead at prom. 

“Here it is!” Josie crowed as she returned, snapping me out of my memories. She held up a megaphone.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” I asked. “And why did you have this in your locker?”

“It was from our save the whales rally,” Josie said. And I remembered with horrible flashbacks of watching Josie dressed as a whale, marching through the courtyard with her megaphone. “Use it to rile up the crowd.” Josie held it out. “Give a speech. Get people excited.”

“I’m not really a public speaker.” I folded my hands behind my back. In fact, I’d had to quit debate club because I couldn’t stand in front of the twelve other kids and argue my point without turning bright red. 

“El, I keep telling you that you can’t be a good activist unless you get over your fear of speaking in public,” Josie said. I didn’t have the heart to tell Josie that I didn’t think activism was really in my future. At this point I was only still in the club for her.

“Come on,” Josie said, dragging me back to the prom ticket table.

Caroline Anderson and Felicity Fitzgerald sat behind the table, accepting cash for the fancy embossed tickets. They were both pretty white cheerleaders, the kind of perfect looks that graced CW shows and teen movies. Currently, they both wore their cheerleading uniforms even though it wasn’t a game day. I guess they thought the school spirit would flow through them and into the ticket buyers who were plopping down a whopping $60 per ticket. 

“Elena, tell the truth,” Caroline said, resting her chin on her fists. “You hate the prom because you know no one will ask you.” 

I froze, my mouth falling open. “What? No, I don’t care about that stuff.”

“Oh, come on, Elena. You were super jealous when I got my first boyfriend in seventh grade,” Felicity piped up.

“Really?” Caroline asked, her sharp eyes sparkling with glee.

“Yea, she pouted for a whole week and didn’t even come to my birthday party in protest.” Felicity let out a laugh. 

I’d been sick that weekend and my mom wouldn’t let me go to her party. But I knew if I said that now it would sound like an empty excuse and just throw more fuel on Felicity and Caroline’s fire.

Felicity and I had been close once. After Robbie had left I’d had no one to hang out with and in middle school I’d somehow glommed onto Felicity and her small girl gang until my decision not to go out for cheerleading in ninth grade made me outcast worthy. I still remember the day after cheerleader try outs in the lunchroom when Felicity went full-on Gretchen Wieners shouting, “You can’t sit with us!” Except less pink.

Josie nudged my shoulder, “Come on, El. Don’t let them get to you.”

She pulled up a chair and stood on it, shouting into the megaphone. “Attention everyone! We have an announcement to make.”

She stepped down and pushed the megaphone at me.

“I can’t get up there,” I whispered, trying to push it back.

“Just think of the community center.”

“Is the announcement that you finally realize how pathetic your silly protest is?” Caroline called out and Felicity laughed.

It made me remember that freshman lunch where she friend-dumped me in front of the whole cafeteria. Which incensed me enough to climb onto the chair and lift the megaphone. 

But as I looked at all the staring faces my mouth quickly became so dry I couldn’t even get out a squeak. I felt like I was sweating, but when I rubbed my hand over my forehead it came away dry. I looked at Josie who gave me a thumbs up and I pressed the button. I cleared my throat and a high-pitched feedback sound made me wince. But at least it got the attention of the cafeteria. All eyes were on me now. Oh goody. I took a deep breath and remembered Josie’s advice: just speak from your heart.

“Um, hi,” I muttered and the megaphone squeaked again. “Sorry.”

Josie pinched my leg and mouthed, Don’t apologize.

I nodded and I cleared my throat again. 

Remember the community center, I reminded myself. Show them your passion and they can’t ignore you.

“Um, so I’m here to talk about a place that means a lot to me.” I glanced nervously at Josie and she mouthed speak from your heart. “And…and it also means a lot to this whole community.” Some of the freshman at the tables closest to me were watching and they weren’t laughing or sneering, so there was that at least. So I kept going. “I don’t know if anyone remembers what the west side was like when we were kids. But less than ten years ago there wasn’t a lot there. Just the old, closed factory and not even any parks.” 

A few kids nodded. Pinebrook High served this whole area, which included kids from the middle school in the west side. It bolstered me to see that recognition of my words so my next came out smoother. “West Pinebrook’s Community Center repurposed the factory to create a safe space for kids from the west side elementary and middle schools to go afterschool. Miss Cora, who runs it, says that a building can become more than bricks and windows if it’s filled with passion and love. Isn’t a place like that worth fighting for? Aren’t you tired of adults saying we’re wasting away with our noses stuck in our phones?” 

I saw Josie shake her head and noticed some of the kids frown and turn away. Oh crap, I was losing them. The freshman girls who’d been watching the WDB video looked supremely pissed off. I started fumbling my words as I tried to finish so I could go hide. “S-so, if you want to show how passionate our generation can be, you can just donate what you’d spend on dresses or limos to keep an important neighborhood institution open!” I tried my best to channel Josie’s spirit and lifted my hand in the air. “Together we can make a difference!”

There was a thick silence until Max tried to start a slow clap which sounded sad and pathetic when no one joined in. Josie let out an enthusiastic whoop that echoed throughout the cafeteria. But, disappointingly, most of the students went back to their lunches.

Caroline stormed out from behind the ticket table, her blonde pony-tail swinging furiously. “This has to be illegal,” she complained. “You can’t just sit here shouting in our ears all of lunch.”

Josie stepped forward and folded her arms. The two were the same height, so they were a pretty even match. Except, if I were a betting girl, I’d put my money on Josie. “Sorry to tell you this, but the school charter says that students can hold rallies as long as they are not disrupting class periods or using vulgar language,” Josie said with a shrug. 

Felicity joined her friend and rolled her hazel eyes up at me. “Elena, if I get my dad to donate $1,000 to your dumb community center will that shut you up?”

I stepped down from the chair. “Sure,” I said and Felicity folded her arms, a smile of triumph spreading on her too-pretty-for-her-own-good face. “For now at least. Every little bit helps, Felicity. But that won’t be enough. If you donate what you’d have spent on your nails, your hair, your dress, limo, tickets, and dinner. If you got all your friends to do it, too. Then think about how far that would go. Don’t you want to do something good with your popularity?”

Felicity stared down her nose at me, and for a fleeting second I thought she might be considering it. Then a sneer lifted her lips. “You’re delusional, Soo. How do you expect to change anyone’s mind about prom when your own twin isn’t listening to you.” She nodded past my shoulder.

I turned and spotted Ethan standing in line.

“Ethan,” I groaned. This did look bad, betrayed by my own flesh and blood.

Ethan and I were proof that any theories about twins having an innate connection were total baloney. The two of us were polar opposites. Ethan was charismatic and the kind of cute that was annoying because my classmates always tried to get information about him from me. While I was awkward and completely forgettable. He’d been on the varsity lacrosse team since freshman year and sat with the “popular kids” in the courtyard for lunch. I usually ate lunch with Josie in the journalism room. And now, it seemed, Ethan and I were on opposite sides of this prom debate.

Ethan gave me a shrug and a wry smile. “Sorry, Twin, it’s just that you know prom tickets are discounted the first week on sale.”

Usually, hearing him call me “twin” made me smile even as I wanted to roll my eyes. But this time I was just annoyed. 

“You know how important the community center is to me, Ethan.”

“I do, but I just…I want to get discount prom tickets.” 

Ethan didn’t get it. He never really cared about anything I did. As I started to turn back, Caroline pulled the megaphone from my hand.

“Hey!” I tried to grab it but she danced back.

She lifted it to her mouth. “Announcement! I’ve decided to host a pre-prom party at my place. Why limit the fun to just one night? But you have to have a prom ticket to get an invite!”

A cheer went up and the kids in line surged forward as if suddenly the prom tickets were a limited commodity. 

It was like that scene in The Lion King when Simba is staring wide-eyed at the stampeding wildebeests. Except there was no Mufasa to save me as I tried to back out of the path of the surging crowd. 

Of course, with my awful luck, I forgot about the chair behind me. And instead of scrambling to safety, I felt my feet tangle with the metal legs. I heard Josie shout my name as I tried to keep my balance, but the chair won the battle and I fell backwards, my arms pin-wheeling like a cartoon character as I tried to catch by balance. I ended up sprawled on the sticky ground of the cafeteria. 

My hands, which I’d thrown out to catch myself were covered in some kind of gooey substance, and my hip was throbbing from meeting the edge of a table on my way down. I watched as the kids trampled my pamphlets, crumpling them as they crowded around a triumphant Caroline.


About the Author


About Kat Cho:
Kat Cho used to hide books under the bathroom sink and then sneak in there to read after bedtime. Her parents pretended not to know. This helped when she decided to write a dinosaur time-travel novel at the tender age of nine. Sadly, that book was not published. She currently lives and works in NYC and spends her free time trying to figure out what kind of puppy to adopt. Kat is the internationally bestselling author of the Gumiho duology (Penguin) and Once Upon a K-Prom (Disney).




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5.12.2022

BLOG TOUR - WE ARE THE SONG BY CATHERINE BAKEWELL - MIDDLE GRADE FICTION [REVIEW + GIVEAWAY]


I am very excited to be a part of the blog tour for the debut of author 
Catherine Bakewell, We Are the Song.  Check out my review below, and don't forget to enter the giveaway! 

Book Information



Title: We Are the Song
Authors(s): Catherine Bakewell
Publication Date: May 3, 2022
Edition: Hardcover, eBook, audiobook; 304 pgs
Publisher: Holiday House
SourceRockstar Book Tours
PurchaseAmazon - Kindle - Audible - B&N - BAM! - iBooks - Kobo - TBD 
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Disclaimer: I received a copy from the publisher as part of a blog tour in exchange for an honest review.  My thoughts and opinions are my own.  Please note the purchase links above are affiliate links.


Tour Schedule

Week One
5/2/2022 - YABooksCentral - Excerpt
5/2/2022 - Rajiv's Reviews - Review/IG Post
5/3/2022 - fictionologyst - Review/IG Post
5/3/2022 - The Girl Who Reads - Review/IG Post
5/4/2022 - A Court of Coffee and Books - Review/IG Post
5/4/2022 - boozybook blog - Review/IG Post
5/5/2022 - Excuse Me, I’m Reading - Review
5/5/2022 - TakeALookAtMyBookshelf - Review
5/6/2022 - A Bookish Dream - Review/IG Post
5/6/2022 - Celia's Reads - Review/IG Post

Week Two
5/9/2022 - @the.page.sage - TikTok Review/IG Post
5/9/2022 - The Momma Spot - Review/IG Post
5/10/2022 - Lifestyle of Me - Review
5/10/2022 - onemused - Review
5/11/2022 - More Books Please blog - Review/IG Post
5/11/2022 - Log Cabin Library - Review
5/12/2022 - Eli to the nth - Review/IG Post
5/12/2022 - Momfluenster - Review/IG Post
5/13/2022 - @enjoyingbooksagain - Review
5/13/2022 - The Bookwyrm's Den - Review


The Summary

A lush and beautiful fantasy set in a world where music is magic and the fate of many thrones lies with one girl...

Twelve-year-old Elissa has been raised in seclusion as a devotee of the Mother Goddess. She is a special child, a blessed child, a child who can sing miracles into being. Her voice can heal wounds, halt landslides, cure hunger--and even end wars.

But there are those who would use her gift for darker things. And when Elissa finds herself the farthest from home she's ever been--along with her vain and jealous music tutor, Lucio--she will have to develop the judgment to decide who wants to use her song to heal... and who wants to use her song to hurt.

Reviews

"Elissa’s desire to follow her divinely inspired abilities and overcome the barriers to her musical ambitions echo women’s historical experiences in classical music. . . . And constellations of race, sexuality, and gender expression lend richness to an already unique world."—The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

"This fast-paced fantasy is full of action and intrigue, taking place in a war-torn world that still holds much beauty and magic. Readers will come to love Elissa, who struggles with doubts as she faces heartbreak, tragedy, and loneliness and tries to fight for what is right. An excellent addition to middle-grade fantasy collections."—Booklist

"Fantasy fans will queue up for this delightful novel with its strong female characters and carefully drawn fantasy world. . . . Fast packed action will keep readers totally engaged. This captivating novel promises a good future for this first-time author."—School Library Connection

"An exploration of devotion and finding one’s voice."—Kirkus Reviews

My Review

We Are the Song by Catherine Bakewell felt, in many ways, not like a middle grade book at all.  It was beautifully written, with such lyrical prose, it tackled big concepts, and had such an interesting magic system in place.  It has the ability to be a "high-low" book, meaning it has high level concepts presented in a lower level reading capacity, making it digestible for a multitude of reading levels.  But the best trait it had was heart.  I have found that heart is the true center of so many middle grade books I have read, and We Are the Song does not lack a heart.

Elissa, the main character, has been set out on a journey, along with her Composer, Lucio, to share her gift with the larger world, as a global war is breaking out over who will rule her home country of Cadenza, the two opponents being neighboring countries, Basso and Acuto.  The reader starts the journey with Elissa and Lucio in Basso, where Elissa must face some hard decisions and make her own choices that will change not only her fate, but the fate of the war.

Coming into the book, I was intrigued by the use of song as a form of magic.  And specifically that this ability is only granted to certain individuals,  the "Voices of the Goddess".  Elissa is the youngest Voice to exist, becoming the 12th Voice currently alive. Within the magical system, each "Voice" is assigned a "Composer", who writes the songs (both music and lyrics) for the voices to sing.  Each song created gets weaker the more often it is sung, at one point unable to work altogether.  So the Composers are constantly creating new songs, or tweaking on older ones to continue the magic.  As a lover of music, and a believer in the power of song, this portion of the story sucked me right in.

Elissa starts out as a naive, sheltered young girl, but there is a lot of character growth.  Elissa was an absolute sweetheart, and I think many kids who read this book will click with her immediately.  While she goes through some pretty traumatic events, she always has a sense of hope within, guiding her forward.  There were some other important side characters, like her Composer Lucio for instance, but none of them received as much development as Elissa.  This makes sense in the context of a middle-grade book with a younger character surrounded by older characters, but it also made the story not feel as full.

The introduction to the world, magic, and mythos was great.  I really believe in this world that Bakewell has created.  It was much more religious then I had expected previously.  The skeleton upon which the system was developed feels, especially for someone who was raised Roman Catholic, to be largely based on Christianity.  But I don't know if that will be very apparent to kids who read it, and it is also done in a way that still feels organic to the overall plot.  Also, Bakewell never presents this aspect in a way that makes the reader feel "lectured".  There isn't preaching, there isn't judgement on different lifestyles, and Caé, the goddess in this world, is very real.  So for readers sensitive to religious ideology, this book may not be enjoyable, but I believe it is crafted in a way that works really well within the context of the world and story.

The only thing that really detracted from the story was the pacing.  I felt like this could have been a duology, as the first 3/4ths of the book was build up establishing the world and setting Elissa on this journey, but then the last 1/4th was rushed with everything coming to a conclusion, and the events not being given an opportunity to breathe fully.  As I was reading I kept thinking, "Oh this is a series", so I was a little surprised when it ended up being a stand-alone.  I think that did disservice to the story that Bakewell was crafting, and I would've really enjoyed more of the story overall, so readers got to experience more of the final act.

We Are the Song by Catherine Bakewell was a solid fantasy debut.  I really enjoyed the book, and if she ever wants to dip back into the world of Cadenza, I think there are a multitude of opportunities for more (it could be alá Tamora Pierce; that would be exciting).  We Are the Song is beautifully written, contains good life advice, and has a interesting magic system.  I think readers of all ages will really enjoy picking this one up.
 

Final Rating




About the Author



About Catherine Bakewell:
Catherine Bakewell is a writer, artist, and opera enthusiast. She has lived in Spain and in France, where she romped through gardens, ate pastries, and worked on her novels. We Are the Song is her debut.




Giveaway
1 winner will receive a finished copy of WE ARE THE SONG, US Only.

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