Truth or lie… he had always chosen the lie, to spare his little brother any unpleasant truth.
Some people thought that camouflage meant blending into the surroundings, but they were wrong. Camouflage was misdirection: A visual lie. And very few people could tell a lie as well as she.
–Sounds of Deceit by Hannah Heath
Between #MGCarousel’s book bingo and binging on #IndieApril reads, I packed in a lot of pages during April. An accomplishment, considering I also managed to write 30,000 words for Camp NaNoWriMo (yay!). Oh, and I’ve been plugging away at #36daysoftype on Instagram. It’s been a wild month.
It’s my belief that there’s a book out there for everyone. Whatever you’re interested in, want to know more about, or need to hear, someone’s probably written a book for it. I’ve also come to realize that there’s a book out there for every mood. Books for when you’re brave. Books for when you’re hurt. Books for when you need a laugh.
Today, I wanted to talk about comfort reads. Books that have the magical ability to whisk us away to a happier place, lift our moods on a crummy day, and read like they were written just for us.
Benaiah is shunned by the people of Israel because he’s different. Forced to take odd jobs on battlefields and burial grounds, Ben jumps at the chance to quit working behind the scenes and ally himself to a shepherd boy with a giant destiny.
Tossing aside his pick, Ben winced when it clunked dully against some guy’s head. Not that the dead man could feel it. Judging by the snarl on the corpse’s rigid face, the last two things he’d felt were rage and a Philistine javelin through the chest.
Briar’s efforts to rebuild her life shatter when a dangerous group of magicians arrive in Osman, bringing nothing but trouble and taking Briar’s sister, Ava, with them. Left with nothing, Briar chases down the Nameless Ones with the aid of some mysterious travelers and her own meager magic in a reckless attempt to save her family.
Briar squared her shoulders. There wasn’t really a choice here. If the soldiers couldn’t do anything to help her, then she was just going to have to go after Ava herself.
Hidden beneath the high-society Vanderbilt family and their rich guests, Serafina and her pa secretly live in the basement of the Biltmore Estate. Staying out of sight is easy for Serafina, whose uncanny ability to slink through the shadows aids her job as self-appointed rat catcher. Tensions run high at the Biltmore Estate when children begin to disappear, but only Serafina has witnessed the cloaked criminal who lurks after dark.
More and more she wondered what it would be like to have some sort of secret friend who her pa didn’t know about, someone she could talk to about things, but she didn’t tend to meet too many children her age skulking through the basement in the dead of night.