Ten days that shook the world by John Reed Review

This is a bit niche but nonetheless I found myself reading it, so let’s look at it!

Synopsis: American Journalist John Reed describes first hand the events leading up to the October Revolution in this piece of nonfiction.

Review: I like my War Time Russia for…something reason and I like a good piece of nonfiction. I started reading and a chapter in and an hour later I stopped reading. It’s dull, which is saying something really given I’ve stuck out through drier piece of nonfiction. I think my main problem it gives too much information without background details. This is main a problem of the time period it was written in. Early 20th century has never agreed with me as it likes to plunge readers into the deep end of stories without context and I just can’t sit through a story like that, fiction or nonfiction. However, this has the added bonus of being a primary source to the October Revolution, though doesn’t take away from it being a piece of its time.


Discussion: How do you write about a culture that isn’t your own?

I literally have no clue.

At the moment I’m editing my manuscript that includes a culture loosely based on that of North Indian in the Kashmir region.

I’m not Indian, have never been, and don’t know anyone who is Indian.

Should I even be writing about such things? And if I should (which I’d liked to, the manuscript took a long time to write), how should I prepare and research for it?

Would love your input!!

Daily Prompt: Savor

Out of all of his children he was surprised it was James who finally decided to kill him.

Though so many of them had tried Fenrir and his band of rebels, Shylock nearly ending his Empire in one swoop. He was so shocked it was James, that he first thought he saw his namesake across from him. But his eldest was dead, tore apart by the demon that had supposedly come from his loins.

He looked like shit. his shirt wasn’t ironed and the trousers had ink stains smudged down them. Harold raised an eyebrow, flexing against the chaffing rope around his wrists that tied him to the solid oak chair. He’d give his son this: he wasn’t stupid. The walls were stone and the furniture of the office was wooden, there was no metal he could feel anywhere.

James gave no answer to his father’s unasked question and leant against the wooden desk in front of Harold. Only then did Harold realise where he was.

“Did you drag me into the school?” he said looking round at the headmaster’s office. James still didn’t speak, folding his arms, scowling down at Harold as if he was still a pupil. He could almost imagine he was being lectured by his headmaster for his and Saki’s antics. Though usual he wasn’t tied up.

“Shadower helped.” James finally said.

“Shadower? Haven’t heard about her in years.”


Harold rolled his eyes. Fenrir was as cold and harsh as ice, James was metal almost as cold and more stubborn and unforgiving. Immortal borns and their elements. Harold hated to resemble anything close to the metal he controlled.

“Shylock been telling me interesting stories what you did to him.”

Exactly like being lectured by his headmaster. Shylock was quiet and gentle like his mother, but that was only when Harold didn’t make him scream with broken bones.

“Oh but dear boy, you already knew about all of that. what does it change when you hear it from the horse’s mouth?”

He watched James chew his tongue.

“I’ve been ignoring everything, with Shylock, with Ali’. With mother.”

He closed his eyes. The bitch that stabbed Saki. Laughing as he did so they had told him.

“Enough is enough.”

Harold laughed.

“Finally here to kill me then.”

He looked directly into his own black eyes.

“Go on then, I hope you savour every moment, at least that will annoy Fenrir when you tell him how I begged for mercy.”

He laughed again wondering if he was capable of that after so much pain.

“No.” That surprised Harold just as much as James standing in front of him.


“I won’t savour it, I won’t take pleasure in this.”

Then the hand wrapped around his neck. as it pressed down he wondered if his son would be foolish to turn to metal to crush the metalcaller’s throat. Sadly only warm flesh choked the life from him. His face turned blue and his eyes watered and bulged. He looked up and smiled as best he could as the light of the world faded. James’ eyes looked down with hungry and his father took pride as he was the power James felt in his eyes and was glad, for once, he was a part of his son’s life.

via Daily Prompt: Savor

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Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard

Does a plot twist make up for bad writing? I’M NOT TOO SURE.


Blurb: The Reds are commoners, ruled by a Silver elite in possession of god-like superpowers. And to seventeen-year-old Mare, a Red girl from the poverty-stricken Silts, it seems like nothing will ever change.

But Mare possesses a deadly talent of her own. One that threatens to destroy the balance of power.

Fearful of her potential, the Silvers hide Mare in plain view, declaring her a long-lost Silver princess. Knowing that one false move will mean her death, Mare must use her new position to bring down the regime- from the inside.

Now Mare has entered a game of betrayal and lies.


Okay I’m start out by saying I am gonna get into spoilers for this. But I’ll give a summary of my thoughts first.

Red Queen’s okay…it’s fine…it’ll do. The environments pretty immersive, though I’ve never personally liked story trying to mix royal life with the modern day, because I think they are too jarring, but that’s just me. Most of the protagonists I liked and I empathised with, which is something I rarely do. And the story…well that’s my problem.

Okay spoilers now:

Our main character Mare finds herself liking both of the princes in this book Cal, someone she has genuine feelings for but think’s he is on the wrong side and his younger brother Maven who’s she’s fighting in the rebellion with.

And we all know what this is, the dreaded love triangle and Mare comes off pretty stupid and weak for even thinking about letting these people, who hate her Kind, gain any control over her.

Plot twist though, Maven’s actually evil and using Mare.

This shocked the breath out of me. I had to put the book down when it happened.

But there’s the question:

Does a twist make up for bad writing? It’s not terrible writing by any stretch but it’s predictable with a bloody love triangle and a meek protagonist.

I didn’t hate Mare at all. I thought she was alright. But the twist actually made me more aware of how stupid she is. She’s meant to be this pick-pocketer, quick on her feet and hater of the Silvers. But as soon as she comes into contact with pretty boy’s she’s swooning and dumb as a brick. It’s cliqued and overdone but the twist seems to think it can wash that away.

I’ve hated books more than this one (Legend by Marie Lu actually made me cry with anger), and it’s harmless, if overdone. Perhaps the next one will be better.