Thursday, November 1, 2012

Owlet, by Emma Roberts

Iris has lived her whole life thinking she was responsible for the death of her mother, and knowing without a doubt she was different.  Homeschooled due to severe asthma, Iris is haunted by strange dreams of a mysterious island where her life is completely different.  When her father reveals that not only is the island a real place, but that he is sending Iris there, she realizes her life is nothing like she thought.  Iris learns that she is part of the Stryx, a strange race of people whose souls are part human, part avian.  What could this all possibly mean?

This book was quite unusual, and unlike anything I have ever read before.  The concept of humans with animal souls are not entirely new, but it is unusual in young adult literature, so I really like this fresh new concept.  Not all young adults want to read about vampires, so kudos to the author for creating fresh new mythology for teen readers.

I did find a large portion of the story confusing, but I think that is sort of the point.  Iris is in the dark regarding the truth of her heritage, so we are finding out the truth along with her.  This serves to really bond the reader to Iris as a character.  I found Iris to be endearing, and my heart really went out to her throughout the story.  I am curious to see where this series goes.

I received a review copy courtesy of Tribute Books Tours in exchange for my honest review. 





As part of this review, I am participating in a Read Along with the rest of the book tour.  Here you will find an excerpt from the book:

The walls were covered with images of birds. Iris moved closer and touched the paint. She realized it had all been painted by hand when she felt the layered textures and noticed certain sections that had chipped off over time. It must have taken ages to create this. She traced her fingers over the paintings—all different types of birds—though a number of them seemed to show up repeatedly every few feet. One was an eagle, one a hawk and then another bird she couldn't quite recognize. It was white and black with long talons that looked both terrifying and feminine all at the same time and seemed to have been given the most detail of the three with beautiful curves and highlights used to create its feathers.

The floor was a dark cherry wood that matched the furniture around the room: bookshelves lining one wall with a desk in the center and a four-post bed with a sheer canopy over it that matched a nightstand sitting close by. The entire wall seemed like a storybook, playing out scene by scene. Even the bookshelves had carvings on the outer frames, making it look like it was coming to life.

Everything about the room was so perfectly reflective of a unique individual that Iris felt like laughing and crying. She couldn't help but be thrilled to be there but it also made her miss her mother because she had now become someone far more than just a character in Iris’ imagination. It made her a person that Iris could learn to love as someone other than the ideal image of a mother she’d created over time. This room...this house...made her human.

Looking at her room, seeing the bed she used to sleep in, the desk she wrote at and the same walls she used to see before she would go to sleep—all of it was so personal, so vivid and real. Somehow being in this room made Iris feel like she knew her mother, but it also brought up the many questions that were left unanswered.

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