A student just finished “Mark of the Plague,” the second in Kevin Sands’ Blackthorn Key series. What a winner! As in the first book, Christopher, an apothecary’s apprentice, gets caught up in mystery and death, with self-sacrificing best friend, Tom. Christopher also renews a casual relationship with Sally, another former orphan from Cripplegate.
The year is 1665, the city is London, and the plague death toll is already 30,551. The wealthy folks of London have fled and the remaining population lives mostly indoors, in dread of contracting “the sickness.” Christopher is struggling to make ends meet after the death of Master Benedict and reverts to his usual love of pyrotechnics. When an old friend, Isaac, gives them a paltry sum for shopping, he also describes a prophet who’s come to London, some extraordinary figure who can predict the course of the plague. Isaac also shocks them by revealing that Master Benedict has left Christopher a hidden treasure, one that must be solved by following impossibly cryptic clues. The boys head to the market, eventually rescuing Sally from ruffians on the streets, at least temporarily. While at the Exchange, they are amazed by an apothecary, Galen, who claims to have a free plague cure. From that point on, the three young friends find themselves in serious danger from all sides.
“Mark of the Plague” is an excellent mystery for middle schoolers and up, with complex characters and a battle against evil machinations and a devastating illness. There are a number of significant themes in the book, drawn against a backdrop of bizarre plague remedies, minds overwhelmed by grief, and cruel greed. The author faithfully represents this time of despair while leading his main characters through life-and-death struggles and into a newfound freedom. Students will marvel at the complexity of the plot, which is equally likely to stump adult readers. And the ending? Even more remarkable than the previous book.
I highly recommend “Mark of the Plague” and await the third in The Blackthorn series, “The Assassin’s Curse.”
Enthralling. Captivating. I was shocked by The One True Love of Alice-Ann. I could not put it down until I’d read it from cover to cover. Alice-Ann was more like a movie than a book. The author, Eva Marie Everson, has created a full screen novel of life in a sleepy southern town in 1941. When Pearl Harbor was attacked. When young men rushed eagerly to war. When an awkward 16 year old falls in love- or does she? And when the men don’t return, or come back broken in body and spirit.
Why was I shocked by The One True Love of Alice-Ann? Because romance novels are at the bottom of my reading list. Give me a detective or legal thriller, please. Yet this book amazed me. I crouched in Alice-Ann’s bedroom, watching her weep over precious letters from the man of her fantasies. I hid behind the door as she tended to a friend who came home blinded and crippled. I eavesdropped on Alice-Ann’s conversations with her father, aunt, friends. I heard her crying. I watched her grow up in a time of great despair.
Alice-Ann was an inspiration to me, and I’m 50+ years older! She served and loved and judged and prayed and cried. Wait a minute. Alice-Ann is not real, is she? Eva Marie Everson has a gift, folks. Whatever your preferred genre of books, The One True Love of Alice-Ann should be on your reading list. Read it in full technicolor. You won’t be disappointed.
Long Story, Short spells d-o-o-m for my bogging posts. This is one area where blogging and reality coincide. I have three versions of any story (or any thought, for that matter): one for my dearest teaching widower (his preference being 10 words or less), one that struggles to include no more than 4 tangential topics, and the Real Deal, an unscripted, spider-webbing marathon. The latter version is best shared with family, who are forced to love you, or good friends, who then take a turn with their own Long Story, Short.
Don’t get me wrong. Some folks can actually tell a Long Story, Short. Our son and his wife both fall into that rare category. I’m so glad they are forced to love me. When I started blogging, my posts were typically 1,000+ words, paralleling my conversational “skills.” The only people who read them were spammers, but in my naivete, I thought they were similarly challenged folks who enjoyed reading my blog. When i clicked on their links, I ended up in boat manufacturing and cosmetics, with nary a story to be found.
The key to my success as a blogger?
No, I’m not using a picky definition of ‘success.’