I wanted to start this feature with a book that was sent to me by one of my very favourite ladies, Reynje.
You may have seen her lurking on Goodreads or Twitter or Tumblr. Probably all of the above. She likes to lurk like a lurking lurker.
This story is actually on my Goodreads review for JJ but you may as well read it now while you’re here. I’m not sure what it means that I get lots of ‘likes’ when I’ve not even read the book yet. I’ve decided that there are three possibilities
1) I’m awesome in every way and people just love to ‘like’ me to encourage said awesomeness.
2) People are ‘liking’ that ‘review’ to show that they actually prefer it when I don’t write reviews and want to encourage me with ‘likes’ to stop writing reviews. O.O
3) Rey is the most brilliant person in the world and the likes are all for her.
I know the answer is 3.
Anyway, I should probably talk about the story behind this book, shouldn’t I?
A few weeks ago, I noticed that a lot of my friends on Goodreads were reading Jasper Jones and I got all excited. I mean, have you read the synopsis?
Late on a hot summer night in 1965, Charlie Bucktin, a precocious and bookish boy of thirteen, is startled by an urgent knock on the window of his sleep-out. His visitor is Jasper Jones, an outcast in the regional mining town of Corrigan. Rebellious, mixed-race and solitary, Jasper is a distant figure of danger and intrigue for Charlie. So when Jasper begs for his help, Charlie eagerly steals into the night by his side, terribly afraid but desperate to impress. Jasper takes him to his secret glade in the bush, and it’s here that Charlie bears witness to Jasper’s horrible discovery. With his secret like a brick in his belly, Charlie is pushed and pulled by a town closing in on itself in fear and suspicion as he locks horns with his tempestuous mother; falls nervously in love and battles to keep a lid on his zealous best friend, Jeffrey Lu. And in vainly attempting to restore the parts that have been shaken loose, Charlie learns to discern the truth from the myth, and why white lies creep like a curse. In the simmering summer where everything changes, Charlie learns why the truth of things is so hard to know, and even harder to hold in his heart. [From Goodreads]
Doesn’t it sound brilliant? Yes.
And then I saw the cover. Like so many book lovers before me, I am a sucker for a beautiful cover, and this cover is ridiculously brilliant. Normally I have an aversion to books with people’s faces on their covers but this is one of the few exceptions.
But then I found out that that cover (the one with the bloke and the brew) was only available in Australia and us Brits had to deal with a completely different one. Now don’t get me wrong, the other cover is fine but I wanted that one because I had already fallen in love.
Let me say that wobblies were thrown and dummies were spat. I think I even stamped my foot too.
Step in the ever so lovely Rey, who took the brunt of my ANGER that I wasn’t an Aussie and, to stop me moaning, she offered to send me a copy of Double J with the awesome Aussie cover.
And she sent me a parcel.
Let’s have a look shall we?
I love parcels. I LOVE THEM.
And it got better!
Remember when you were a kid and you played pass-the-parcel and there was always that one stupid kid who the music always seemed to stop on and they got all the sweets and the packet of stencils or a colouring book or whatever?
I WAS THAT KID!
And as it’s a law to take a picture of your copy of Jasper Jones (seriously, go on Goodreads and look at some of the reviews!) and seeing as I don’t live
in paradise Australia and I don’t have beautiful golden beaches at my disposal and the thought of sitting in a blustery, rainy, possibly snowy Mancunian park and taking a picture was just too depressing…I took a picture of it with my new teapot.
I’ve not actually read this book yet (I will get there eventually, I promise!) but love it or hate it, I will always look at my copy and think how lucky I am to have such wonderful friends.
Where on the shelf?
Pride of place on my Majority Aussie-ish shelf.
Until next time….