#BookishWishes; Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black
Hey Guys!
Today I am here as part of the #Bookishwishes tour for The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black. I am super excited about this book as it sounds really good and I have heard fab things! Intrigued? Here’s more information!
Children can have a cruel, absolute sense of justice. Children can kill a monster and feel quite proud of themselves. A girl can look at her brother and believe they’re destined to be a knight and a bard who battle evil. She can believe she’s found the thing she’s been made for.
Hazel lives with her brother, Ben, in the strange town of Fairfold where humans and fae exist side by side. The faeries’ seemingly harmless magic attracts tourists, but Hazel knows how dangerous they can be, and she knows how to stop them. Or she did, once.
At the center of it all, there is a glass coffin in the woods. It rests right on the ground and in it sleeps a boy with horns on his head and ears as pointed as knives. Hazel and Ben were both in love with him as children. The boy has slept there for generations, never waking.
Until one day, he does…
As the world turns upside down, Hazel tries to remember her years pretending to be a knight. But swept up in new love, shifting loyalties, and the fresh sting of betrayal, will it be enough?
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Holly Black
Holly Black is the bestselling author of YA and children’s books including being co-creator of The Spiderwick Chronicles, a NEW YORK TIMES No.1 bestselling phenomenon and hugely successful film. She has been a finalist for the MYTHOPOEIC AWARD, the EISNER AWARD and a recipient of the ANDRE NORTON AWARD and a NEWBERY HONOR. She currently lives in New England in a house with a secret door.My #Bookishwishes
My bookish wish would be to finally finish, completely one of my novels this year and find the strength to conquer my fear and approach agents.
Fairy Godmother
As part of the tour, I am a Fairy Godmother which means that I get to bestow a copy of this book to someone that I deem worthy. I have so many friends that I think would love this title but while I love them all dearly, I decided that I wanted to run a giveaway/competition instead. This will be international and is open to anyone.
As the tagline is Be Careful What You Wish For and every wish has the potential to have an unexpected outcome, you should come up with a #BookishWISHES and then come up with creative consequences for it. (i.e. If you wish for shorter books, you will find that the stories inside don’t hold enough depth or that they all just end too quickly). You can do this in the comments below, in a blog post all on your own, on twitter, instagram, youtube or facebook and then add your link to the linky on the bottom of this post. I’ll then choose my favourite consequence and that person will win a copy of the Darkest Part of the Forest.
This competition will close on the 17th February and the winner will be contacted and announced on twitter. {*note*; Extended for a week due to few participants}
I have to admit, I’m excited to see where your imaginations will take you!
5 Comments
Matt
I wished for more hours in the day to get more reading done.
Scientists were confused by the tremors felt around the world and there was global terror as the Earth moved to a deeper orbit further away from the sun. Yes there were now 18 hours of daylight but as the planet started slowly freezing I wondered if it was worth it as I turned another page…
Tânia M.
“If you wish for books without love triangles, you’ll never again have long discussions with your best friend justifying why the guy you picked is better than hers.” #bookishwish
And i love that type of conversations!
Yun-a
I’d wish for time whenever I wanted so that I could read books, but then I’d probably read so much I’d forget all the details of the books and what was going on around me. #bookishwish
Daniel
I added my post to your links but just incase, here it is again:
http://thebloggersbookshop.tumblr.com/post/110018719974/i-wish
“I wish…”
Never before had the consequences been so large. “To live out the novel as I read it.” The last words I uttered before I became trapped inside the pristine pages, bound to a cover of leather. As the years past by and I watched as my family shrivelled to a distant memory, so too did the creased yellowed pages of the book I once held, my essence screaming and bashing against my paper barrier, begging for release. My payment for a wish. I never should have believed that their gift would be free.
My story ends here. The rumour has it that as the tattered page finally released from the crooked binding, the old man in the bookshop heard a far of scream as my soul fell into eternal darkness.
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