Do you ever get that indescribable hankering deep down in your soul for a different kind of read? You can’t put your finger on it, but it’s that inner gnawing that just won’t shut up and go away.
I’ve been having that dadgum nagging hankering for a while now. Now, I’ve got a TON of books in my house. Every single room is loaded with them (it’s taking forever to complete the conversion of my spare bedroom into a library). Even my little ole Kindle is so full of unread books that I’m surprised it hasn’t exploded yet.
But nothing has sounded good. I was getting hangry for something different. I was about to give up.
Until Kristine had the confounded, all-out nerve and unmitigated gall to post a sign-up in our blogger group for some book about a bear.
I shrugged, squinting at the image of the cover on the Google form sign-up page.
“Hmmm … well, the cover is my favorite color,” I says to myself. “Why the heck not?” I also says to myself.
So I shrugged once more and typed in my deets, not too overly-concerned or ecstatic about getting selected to review a book about a boy and a bear.
And then I forgot I signed up for the blog tour.
Until one bright, sunny autumn day. I was minding my own confounded business, checking my mail, and discovered a very suspect and suspicious envelope in my mailbox.
I immediately imagined that it was a bomb.
I mean…what else could it be. Right?
Well, I let my boss - AKA Sascha Marie, resident four-legged bomb squad and herder extraordinaire – sniff the package, just in case. She was instantly bored and went back to snoozing on her pillow. So, I felt it was safe to tear into the strange envelope.
I gingerly put my hand in and felt something smooth and cool to the touch.
I withdrew the alien object to discover …
An absolutely GORGEOUS book! Y’all, allow me a moment to geek out and gush. The publisher sent me a lovely hardcover copy. No, it’s not autographed, and I’m smirking about that, even as I type this. Y’all know how I lurve it when the author signs the book.
Le Sigh.
Maybe she’ll send me a signed bookplate?
*crosses fingers*
But I digress. I know … I know … y’all came here for a review.
I’ll get on with it. Dang, y’all are bossy!
This book feels great in your hands. Its tactile quality is lovely. But what is even better is what’s inside.
Now, y’all know that I’m a huge history nerd. I wasn’t even expecting to take a trip back in time. Yet, there I was traveling back to 1272, London. I could hear the sounds - the clink of chain mail, the clank of a sword; feel the feels - the hand-carved boards of the wooden drawbridge beneath the soles of my leather shoes; see the sights - the glare of a torch held before my face, its warm glow leaving spot of light swimming in my eyes.
And into the past, I tumbled, head-over-heels, landing onto the cobblestones of the outer bailey of an ancient fortress.
Fletcher’s reeled me in, line and sinker from the very first word. What a hook!
No, I will not give y’all any sort of spoilers! Y’all keep on asking like I’m finally gonna give in!
This book deserves to be devoured, for it is a delicious banquet served in troughs placed on wooden tables in the great hall. It simply must be enjoyed, picking every single nibble from the bone until the very last word.
But I will tell y’all that though this book is written for middle-grade, it is so intelligently written, that one would think it was penned for YA or adults. There is no pandering in Susan’s writing. She is holding up a literary standard, and the story is so good that even young readers will rise to the challenge.
JOURNEY OF THE PALE BEAR by Susan Fletcher is one of those rare books one is loath to put down for fear of missing something whilst away.
Within these covers, the reader becomes the main character, and the author is the bard-ess, sitting across the fire, the warm glow of light reflecting in her eyes as she recounts the tale of The journey of the pale bear and her beloved companion. I know it must be a true story! It simply must! It’s too good to be fictitious!
Simply put:
Susan’s writing is lyrical, tangible, delicious … It left me hungry for more!
And that’s why I grant
Journey of the Pale Bear by Susan Fletcher
5 Glorious, Ancient Brooms!