The Invisible Library by Genevieve Cogman 


About the book:

Irene must be at the top of her game or she’ll be off the case – permanently. . .

Irene is a professional spy for the mysterious Library, which harvests fiction from different realities. And along with her enigmatic assistant Kai, she’s posted to an alternative London. Their mission – to retrieve a dangerous book. But when they arrive, it’s already been stolen. London’s underground factions seem prepared to fight to the very death to find her book.

Adding to the jeopardy, this world is chaos-infested – the laws of nature bent to allow supernatural creatures and unpredictable magic. Irene’s new assistant is also hiding secrets of his own.

Soon, she’s up to her eyebrows in a heady mix of danger, clues and secret societies. Yet failure is not an option – the nature of reality itself is at stake.

The Invisible Library by Genevieve Cogman

My thoughts:

Firstly, big thanks go to the wonderful Gordon at Grab This Book and Tor Books for my copy of The Invisible Library. Gordon kindly suggested I should be introduced to this series, and Tor Books agreed so I was thrilled to be sent a copy.

The Invisible Library is brilliant. It’s so far removed from anything I would normally read but I found myself completely and utterly immersed in it from the beginning.

An excellent cast of characters, magic, mystery and so much bookish wonderment make The Invisible Library and absolute treasure to read. I loved every element of it. The world-building is superb, and it really makes the reader’s imagination go to work as there is so much beautiful detail within its pages.

The beauty of reading a book like The Invisible Library is knowing that it’s the first in the series. There is so much more scope for the characters, so many avenues that the author can take the reader down. I cannot wait to read the next few books and get lost in this fantastic universe again. 

Highly, highly recommended! 

*Blog Tour* Relics by Tim Lebbon

Hi everyone,

Today is my stop on the blog tour for Relics by Tim Lebbon and I get to share an excerpt with you all. First though, here’s the bookish info!

About the book:


Beneath the surface of our world, mythological creatures and their artifacts still exist—corrupt people pay fortunes for a sliver of dragon bone, a basilisk’s scale, or an angel’s wing. Angela Gough is an American criminology student in London whose fiancé Vince disappears, and her investigation leads her into a black market specializing in arcane relics. She meets Mary Rock, a criminal of mythic status who also wants to find Vince… to kill him. Angela and a growing team of adventurers must stop this horrific trade, yet they face a growing menace as the hunted creatures begin to fight back.

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About the author:

Tim Lebbon was born in London in 1969. He has been writing ever since he can remember. The first story he recalls actually finishing was when he was nine years old. It involved a train hijacking, and one of the hijackers being clumsy enough to drop his gun. Naturally the hero found the gun and went on a killing spree. Die Hard on the 10:17 from Paddington.

His first published story was in the UK indie magazine Psychotrope in 1994, and in 1997 Tanjen published his first novel Mesmer. Since then he’s had almost thirty books published in the UK and US by Bantam Spectra, Allison & Busby, Night Shade Books, Simon & Schuster, Leisure Books, PS Publishing, Necessary Evil Press, Cemetery Dance and many others.

Quite a few of his novellas and novels have been optioned for the screen, including White, Exorcising Angels, Until She Sleeps, Face, In Perpetuiry, and The Nature of Balance.

Late in 2006 Tim Lebbon became a full-time writer.

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Don’t try to touch it,” Mary said, and she wasn’t even slightly out of breath. “It’s protected by an electronic field, so you’ll get electrocuted.”

“What do you mean, Vince isn’t dead?” Angela’s thoughts were in turmoil. Her skin tingled, her insides buzzed as if from electricity. Can I really afford to believe? She wanted to sit down and gather herself, center her emotions, and try to pin down exactly what was happening here, but Mary would not stop. So Angela had no choice but to follow.

“Just what I said,” she said, “but we’ll talk more about him later.” She said “him” as if spitting a vile taste from her mouth.

“If Vince isn’t dead, then who—?”

“If you discuss with anyone what you’re about to see, they’ll never believe you. You’ll be regarded as a fool. Mad. And you’ll put yourself in terrible danger.”

“From you?”

The attic was lit by a couple of bare bulbs, and there were no nods to aesthetics. Not even carpet. Mary crossed the open space and paused by an innocuous wooden door. It looked old, warped in its frame, but Mary lifted a small timber hatch to reveal an electronic lock pad.

“Make no sudden movements,” she said, fixing Angela with her gaze.

Angela smiled uncertainly, holding back a laugh. The smile slipped when Mary’s stare did not alter.

“What have you got in there?” she asked softly.

“I told you.” Mary tapped in a code. Angela tried to watch, but the woman shielded the pad with her body. The door hissed open. The timber was merely the facing to a modern metal door, with multiple locks and several small, purple lights that ran down its leading edge and must have been some form of alarm. She stepped through.

Angela followed her inside, and the door whispered shut behind them.

The room was lit by a subdued, bluish light, smoothing the bare walls and ceiling and washing across the lowered area that took up more than half the space. The two of them stood on a narrow walkway, and in a sunken pit below them—beyond a fence of narrow electrical wires on porcelain stems—was the fairy.

It was old, dusty and dead, just like the angel she had seen at Fat Frederick’s place. Coming in here, Angela had held only a shred of doubt, and as she stood there and stared, everything she had so recently experienced winnowed that doubt down to nothing.

The fairy was the size of a toddler, probably no more than three feet tall. It was displayed curled in on itself as if asleep, its graceful hands folded beneath its head, athletic legs drawn up so that its knees almost touched its chest. Even in death it retained an ethereal beauty, but there was also something troubling about the remains.

Lacerations, grazes, and impact wounds scarred its body.

Angela moved slightly to the side and crouched a little, looking closer at its face. The creature wore a frown, fossilized there forever and giving it an eternally sad visage. She wondered how it had died. She wondered who or what had killed it.

“It looks so sad,” she said.

“It is,” Mary Rock whispered.

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Nevernight by Jay Kristoff

*My thanks to Melissa Delport and TBC on Facebook for my ARC to review*

About the book:

Destined to destroy empires, Mia Covere is only ten years old when she is given her first lesson in death.

Six years later, the child raised in shadows takes her first steps towards keeping the promise she made on the day that she lost everything.

But the chance to strike against such powerful enemies will be fleeting, so if she is to have her revenge, Mia must become a weapon without equal. She must prove herself against the deadliest of friends and enemies, and survive the tutelage of murderers, liars and demons at the heart of a murder cult.

The Red Church is no Hogwarts, but Mia is no ordinary student.

The shadows love her. And they drink her fear.

My thoughts:

Holy hell Jay Kristoff!!!! What an absolutely stellar book! Nevernight took me by complete surprise in every way possible, and I absolutely loved it! 😍

I’m not going to lie, I picked up this book in June thinking “yeah I’ll get it read and reviewed ASAP” but I couldn’t get into it immediately so I left it down again and it ended up being on my goodreads currently reading shelf for SEVEN WEEKS!!! 😱

I wasted so much time (well wasted is the wrong word, as I read plenty of other books in the interim) not reading Nevernight and I wish I could take it back. It is the most immersive, captivating and beautifully written book I’ve read in a long time.

Fantasy is not really my genre to be fair. Harry Potter is probably the last fantasy series I read and it’s hard not to draw comparisons in the sense that in HP they are in a wizarding school, and in Nevernight they are essentially in a magic and murder school. I was trying to describe it to my husband recently, and the only way I could even come close was that Nevernight is like Harry Potter and Assassins Creed mixed together.

Once I was hooked, I didn’t want to leave the book down. It was all I could think about and all I wanted was to hide away and devour it completely. I loved the imagery that Jay Kristoff created in my mind, I loved the way his characters are written, I loved it all! 😍

I can’t single out a favourite character, they were all excellent in their own right. Even the bad guys, they were abhorrent but they were still so good! My emotions went through the wringer with Nevernight. I laughed, I got angry and I got upset, but it was all thanks to the excellent ability of Jay Kristoff to weave a masterful fantasy tale. And there was one little bit that spoke to me, so I had to save it:

I recommend Nevernight wholly and completely. Whether you like fantasy or not, it is an excellent novel.


All the stars for this one! 😍