"Waiting On" Wednesday is a feature hosted by Jill @ Breaking the Spine to feature yet-to-be-released books.
coming january 2013
coming january 2013
Imagine a place where the dead rest on shelves like books.
Each body has a story to tell, a life seen in pictures that only Librarians can read. The dead are called Histories, and the vast realm in which they rest is the Archive.
Da first brought Mackenzie Bishop here four years ago, when she was twelve years old, frightened but determined to prove herself. Now Da is dead, and Mac has grown into what he once was, a ruthless Keeper, tasked with stopping often-violent Histories from waking up and getting out. Because of her job, she lies to the people she loves, and she knows fear for what it is: a useful tool for staying alive.
Being a Keeper isn't just dangerous-it's a constant reminder of those Mac has lost. Da's death was hard enough, but now her little brother is gone too. Mac starts to wonder about the boundary between living and dying, sleeping and waking. In the Archive, the dead must never be disturbed. And yet, someone is deliberately altering Histories, erasing essential chapters. Unless Mac can piece together what remains, the Archive itself might crumble and fall.
In this haunting, richly imagined novel, Victoria Schwab reveals the thin lines between past and present, love and pain, trust and deceit, unbearable loss and hard-won redemption.
c.j.'s thoughtsI discovered this a while back. I basically read the first line, added it to my TBR, giddily waggled my fingers together...and then read the rest of the blurb and had to rip myself away from the computer to avoid preordering it immediately. Which I might do anyway. Since I have no willpower (or disposable income, but, oh well...). It reminded me of one of the best Doctor Who episodes, "Silence in the Library", and it's also one of the most creative, interesting, morbid, delightful concepts I've ever heard for a book. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a wee bit obsessed with death, things about death, things that may mention death. Whatever. I was a morbid kid who loved black roses. ("Loved" may be a bit loose of a tense...and "was".) But yeah, you should read this. I have the excerpt on my Kindle and I'm using it as a reward for writing my thesis. Cause I have no willpower. Did I mention this is an amazingly clever concept? That promises a lot of depth and intrigue? Hem.