google-site-verification: google935433b691795853.html KRISTY BERRIDGE: 2012-02-26

Tuesday 6 March 2012

Book Review: Breathless by Scott Prussing

I must admit that I was excited to read 'Breathless', the first book in the 'Blue Fire Saga' by author Scott Prussing. For one, it's YA/vampire literature which is my absolute favourite genre to read. Two, the cover art is particularly enticing. And three, author Scott Prussing was doing a giveaway at the time, so I picked this book up for a steal! (Many thanks to a generous author)
Breathless follows the story of Leesa - blonde, blue-eyed and decidedly fragile, she is the victim of flailing parental responsibility and the mysterious circumstances surrounding her brother Bradley's disappearance. Having to deal with her mother's unsubstantiated claims of being bitten by a one-fanged vampire all her life, and now pressed with the expectations of college life and finding her brother, Leesa has a lot on her plate. Fraternities, new friends, intriguing strangers, compelling professors, and of course a love interest out of this world, Leesa soon discovers that perhaps nothing is as it seems.
Introducing Rave, a mysterious outsider who has secrets of his own, secrets inexplicably tied to Leesa's own recent misfortunes. Naturally falling head over heels for Rave is all part of expectations. He is sweet, kind, alluring, and born with abilities designed to hunt and kill vampires - the very creatures Leesa seeks to both avoid and question in regards to her family's woes. But naturally with every hero there is also a nemesis of sorts. Stefan, a vampire with an agenda of his own is drawn into Leesa's world, their meetings built on the promise of excitement, intrigue and almost certain death. Rave warns Leesa to keep her distance from Stefan, but in the end danger is a laughable concept when the fate of her brother's life is literally left balanced within her grasp.
I found Breathless to be an effortlessly descriptive novel. Every location and scene was drafted with care and attention to detail, and the language in question was well measured and distributed with intent. The story line itself was a novel concept, and I did enjoy the book overall, however, there were moments when I  felt the story was overly frivolous and losing focus on the more pressing issues that the novel began with. 
With that being said I was drawn by the moments of action, the educational talks between Leesa and her professor in the studies of vampirism, and most definitely - Stefan himself. Unfortunately for me there just wasn't enough of him contained within these pages. (I like the bad boys!) And although I knew Rave was tagged as the 'good guy' is this novel, I wanted to see more of the 'bad guys', as friction between rivaling characters builds a level of excitement that I often search for within this genre.
On the upside, despite Rave and Leesa's overly sugary exchanges and the sometimes ordinary tangents of college parties and friendship struggles, Breathless provided moments of great clarity. It was in this clarity that I could finally understand the relationship between Leesa and her brother, the purpose behind the hunters and the vampires, and of course, the author's passion for this genre.
Overall I liked Breathless and believe that the the author's literary passion is evident. I rate this book three out of five stars.


Kristy :)

Saturday 3 March 2012

Weirdo Neighbours

This could just be one of those occasions where I am eternally grateful for being a hobbit. I leave my house to go to and from work, but once I'm behind closed doors, I tend to stay there. This of course means I have no freaking idea who my neighbours are.
Sure, I'm well aware there's a drunken twenty something on one side of the fence. He makes noise on Friday nights, plays Ping Pong until the wee hours of the morning, and can't seem to aim for shit when kicking balls in his own yard.
On the other side I have a young family with two dogs. I know they have two dogs because they never stop barking and they're basically walking manure factories. Their kid cries non-stop, and they think we can't smell the 'garden' parties they sometimes 'roll' into on a Saturday night.

Across the road I have the Brady Bunch, otherwise known as the Biggest loser contestants - family edition. We have grandma and grandpa, mum and dad, son and wife, the other teenage kid and the two dogs. They worry me the most if the Zombie Apocalypse ever occurs. That is one hungry family and I don't have a front fence big enough to keep them out.
Alas that just leaves the mysterious neighbours on the diagonal. I have lived in this house for over five years and it was only yesterday that I was eating breakfast, minding my own business, that I decided to peep out the window and have a look around. Let it be said now that I knew they had a truck, that I knew it often came and went, but I never bothered to figure out why.
So there I was, eating my low fat cereal and congratulating myself on not cracking open the peanut butter jar again, when I heard the truck doors swinging open and crashing loudly against the metalwork. Curious, I slipped my fingers between the Venetian blinds on my window and had a quick peek. Interestingly enough, the truck was backed right up in the driveway and was now surrounded by wads of black plastic. At first I thought nothing of it, but then there was the thud.
Two men, one of them I think was my neighbour, helped lift an over-sized package into the back of the truck. Said package looked heavy and suspiciously like a body.
So what did I do?
Naturally I laughed and then tweeted about it - the sensible thing to do.
Thus I am happy to reveal that although the nature of my weird neighbour's business does appear shady and somewhat underhanded on account of the rather large unmarked truck, his lack of general day-to-day friendly wave at the letter box, and his seemingly absent wife, he is not a serial killer. Black wrapped plastic and body-shaped packages could mean anything ... anything.
I'm told it's roofing insulation.
Anyway, what has this little experience of the neighbourhood taught me? Simple. Deadbolts are a necessity. Erecting a 6ft fence with barbed wire is not overkill if fat zombies want to eat your ass. And yelling out to my drunken neighbour 'you've lost your balls again' is not exactly productive.
Cheers to the freaking hobbits, I say. STAY INDOORS!

Kristy :)

Friday 2 March 2012

Follow Friday #22

Happy Friday everyone!
Yes, it’s that time of week again where bloggers unite to participate in the Follow Friday venture. The idea behind #FF is to promote traffic to your own blog, make new friends with other like-minded bloggers and discuss new and interesting topics each week.
Participating is simple. First you need to follow my blog because I’m totally awesome, then you can follow me on Twitter @kristyberridge (actually you don’t have to do this, it’s wishful thinking), but do follow my blog or assassins will get you …
Then you must follow our illustrious hosts Rachel of http://www.parajunkee.com/ and Alison of http://www.alisoncanread.com/ If you want more details on how to enter your own blog in the follow and hop, all directions are on their webpages
Now, once you’ve followed, check out my answer to this week’s questions and don’t forget to leave a comment so I can do the right thing and follow you back!

This week's question: What book would you like to see made into a movie or television show and do you have actors/actresses in mind to play the main characters.

Answer: I'm sorry, but of all the books I've read, there is no novel that I would like to see on film or on television more than my own book 'The Hunted'. And naturally, the following four books in the series would round it all off nicely. Funnily enough I actually posted a blog about this not too long ago. So, rather than repeat myself, I'm just going to pop the link in 'here' so you can have a read through and see what you think.

Happy Friday all!

Kristy :)