TOTALLY CRAZY in that an informal complaint was made at a public library, and the library director had the book pulled. From the adult section. Because children might find it there. Without going through any sort of review process or anything. One complaint, and BAM. Goodbye, book.
Judging by the emails that have been released, it seems like the director pulled it and then just hoped that no one outside of the library would notice. (Also, check it out -- Liz B.'s June post about the situation comes up in conversation, but THEY WEREN'T FAMILIAR WITH HER BLOG! Shocking.)
My favorite comment over at the SLJ article is from Josh (not mine, as far as I know), who said, "No one is removing books marketed toward preteen girls in which 150 year old men eating the placenta out of their new wife so that the baby that is devouring her from the inside can be freed. Nope, they are simply further marginalizing an already shaky and oft oppressed teen demographic."
Gross. And disheartening. And unfortunate. And many other bad things, but I'm sure you can come up with your own list -- I have to go and pick some more zucchini.
Speaking of Kirsten Miller, I wore my I Am Kiki Strike t-shirt yesterday, and had to explain the reference to, like, every other patron. By the end of the day, I had it down pat: "Kiki? She's a middle-school-aged superspy and kung fu master and secret princess who leads a team of delinquent Girl Scouts, one of whom is an explosives expert, so, yeah -- basically the coolest girl ever." Everyone seemed very impressed and no one even attempted to argue. So that was nice.
Seventeen-year-old Haven Moore lives in Snope City, Tennessee with her emotionally shattered and withdrawn-from-life mother and her domineering, judgmental and hateful grandmother. Though the prom dress business she and her best friend Beau run is extremely profitable, they are pretty much social outcasts: Beau because he's gay, and Haven because most of the town thinks that she's possessed by a demon.
Yeah. You read that right.
Apparently, in Snope City, Tennessee, it doesn't go over well if you pass out occasionally and then start babbling about past lives.
For years now, Haven has tried to block the visions of her life as Constance and her passionate (and doomed) relationship with Ethan -- or to at least ignore them -- but, lately, they've been coming more frequently and with more power. When she sees the face of Iain Morrow, bazillionaire playboy and murder suspect, she recognizes him as Ethan. And she knows that it's time to find some answers.
Is Iain Morrow actually a murderer? Regardless of that, is he Ethan reincarnate? If Iain is innocent, who killed Jeremy Johns? Who set the fire that killed Constance 90 years ago? Can the Ouroboros Society help her? Can they even be trusted?
In a nutshell? Twilight - Vampires + Plucky Heroine + Secret Society = The Eternal Ones.
Give it to fans of Twilight*. There are many parallels: a possibly dangerous soul mate/a lover-that-might-kill-you, an extremely attractive male lead (his eyes are green, though) who is annoyingly possessive and bossy and unwilling to explain his actions... and a similarly not-so-striking female lead who is somehow still amazingly attractive to every straight male in the vicinity.
Haven Moore, though, does have a leg up on Bella Swan in that Iain's behavior both freaks her the crap out AND ticks her off. So there is that. And the writing is certainly stronger than in Twilight, but granted, that's not exactly a high bar.
I had some difficulty with the plotting -- it was hard for me to swallow the idea that EVERYONE in Snope City (barring Haven's mother, Beau, his father and the Mountain People) actually believed that Haven was possessed/and/or/the Devil, and for a bright girl with supposedly decent instincts, Haven took a surprisingly long time figuring out who was actually trustworthy and who was not -- and, except for a few moments, I felt that the Endless Passion/True Lurrrve she had for Iain was was more Tell than Show, but overall it was enjoyable and light and certainly funnier than the Meyer books and it kept my interest, so it'll be a good pick for someone who's sick of moony, mopey emo vampires but still wants something Twilight-y.
I'll be extremely surprised if the movie rights don't get snapped up fast.
*It's a bit less ridiculously wholesome than Twilight -- there's some swearing, drug abuse (not by our heroine), and, OMIGOD!, Haven has off-screen sex! (Before marriage! Well, sort of.)
Josh and I were innocently watching an episode of Leverage (we ran out of Bones, SOB) when, within the span of one minute, my mom left messages on both of our cell phones and the power went out.
I called her back and she informed me that there was a TORNADO WATCH in our area, of all things.
Anyway, as I stood at the kitchen door talking to her and looking at the INSANELY WINDY WINDINESS that was going on out there, a large-ish maple from across the street FELL OVER, taking all of the power lines with it and just missing my car and our front porch. (Seriously just missed. Like, by inches. And, incidentally, not coming through the door and hitting me in the face -- which, for a minute, I thought it was going to, though I just stood there and watched it come at me rather than, you know, ACTUALLY MOVING.)
So, until about an hour ago, we were without power and somewhat trapped. Or, at least, our vehicles were.
¹Even though I'm not a vegetarian. No, I don't know what's wrong with me. Oh, also? My tomato plants are starting to look insane. Partly because I only got around to staking 3/4s of them. But my mother has reassured me that they'll be fine. (There are billions of baby green tomatoes, you just can't see 'em in this picture.)