Sunday, January 13, 2013

Book Tour: Glistening Haven by Jill Cooper ~ My Review, Book Trailer and Excerpt




Welcome to my stop on the Glistening Haven Book Tour. At this stop, I will have my review, the blurb, book trailer, Author Bio, and an excerpt for you to read.


Glistening Haven
Published November 20th 2012 by Createspace
ISBN 1479249793 (ISBN13: 9781479249794)

A sexy dystopian novel, The Glistening Haven is set in the future where society's attempt for beauty and perfection nearly destroyed it. Murder, sex, duplicity and drama, join us in the world of New Haven 56.
Susan Monroe doesn't ask for much: good grades from her children, a house with room for a pool, to be the best Tupperware party host in New Haven 56.
But inside her tranquil 1950s styled community, a monster lurks. A monster that lives inside Susan, and every one of her superficially perfect neighbors, held in check by the oppressive police state that rules over them.
Susan's happy life is torn apart when her teenage son goes missing the same night an explosion rips apart the community. Susan knows it’s only a matter of time before the police start breaking down their doors.
Before the reconditioning begins and Susan's identity is lost, she must do one final thing.
Find her son.


Author Bio
Author of the YA Dream Slayer series, Jill loves to blend horror, comedy, the supernatural, and love, through her novels. A fan of genre blending, her work strives to cross boundries, but most of all strives to entertain.
She loves soft cuddly cats, warm blankets, and paranormal romances.
Jill resides in Massachusetts, is constantly renovating her home that she shares with her husband, young daughter, and two skittish cats.

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My Review:

I was pleasantly surprised by this book. I had forgotten what it was about when I started it, I had read the blurb back when I signed up for the tour, and knew I wanted to read it, and that’s all I remembered. Well, its turned out to be an excellent book. It is dystopian but with a thriller and a bit of paranormal vibe to it. It’s a great mix, with great suspense. I really was sucked into this strange world that Jill Cooper created.
I won’t get into too many details, will keep this spoiler free for you.

The writing is top notch; Jill really spins the tale in an exciting and believable way. I found some of the glistenings actions out right funny, the whole wearing poodle skirts, and watching Leave it to Beaver (and similar shows, think Happy Days, things from the 50’s and 60’s)

The glistening people (well, when in human form) are still a bit confusing to me, but I understood enough to enjoy it. Seems they are another type of species now, I guess, but used to be human. Anyway, after they had a massive rage, and killed (and eat) humans, the humans fought back, gathered them all up, and “reconditioned” them and stuck them in a bubble city (think Trumen Show movie) they are basically prisoners, but in a Leave it to Beaver world in their bubble. Well things get pretty exciting with some mix of the species, some murder, and more. I wont get into that, but it gets you hooked and wanting to know what happens next.

I did have to get myself adjusted to the different writing style. Its in the 3rd person, and does go from many different characters point of view, but its done well. I was not really sure who the main character was, as it was so even between several.

I highly recommend this book to anyone who likes dystopian worlds with a sci-fi/paranormal twist.
 1/2


I give this book 4 ½ stars out of 5. It was really enjoyable for me.

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Excerpt of Prologue

 May 15th, Tuesday Morning
New Haven 56 Outpost

The bright lights gleamed in Megan’s eyes and the ropes binding her wrists drew blood.
Her body was like stone, every muscle tense and rigid from being slumped over for so long. Because her arms were tied beneath her seat, Megan’s shoulders raged with fire and her back felt like a chicken bone, brittle enough to snap. Her head pounded, and when the lights across the vast room intensified to full strength, the headache grew worse.
She wrenched her neck away. Her memory was dry and there was no oasis to be had.
Megan’s brow furrowed and tears threatened to spill. Throat dry, her lips tried to part, she tried to speak, to beg to be released. She would do anything they wanted. Just, please, someone loosen the restraints and get her a glass of water.
A noise—loud, piercing like metal being struck against metal—reverberated around her. Megan’s head hung low as the lights brightened to such intensity that she felt her eyes would burn through her shut eyelids
A clap.
Then a bang.
A metallic whine came over a set of speakers. A robotic voice boomed in her and around her. “How many lights do you see?”
It was the same question that had been asked for hours, possibly even days. Megan’s answer never changed. The voice berated her, screamed at her that she saw three lights, but Megan only saw two. Each time she answered, the abuse was worse. The restraints on her arms tightened, and the electric pulse that charged through her body intensified in power.
She willed her lids to open, to look at the lights. A few short blinks grated like sand across her pupils. Megan moaned, her eyes adjusted, and she studied the light. It was like watching a cell separate and clone. For the first time, the light moved into three spheres. Frowning with disbelief, Megan blinked again. She begged herself to believe that what she saw was real, that the lights really were three, and that all this time she was wrong.
Humbled. Meek.
Relief washed over her. “I see three.” Her voice was a simple croak. Her words sounded like those of a great-grandmother on her deathbed, and not by a happy mother of two. “I see three,” she repeated, and still her voice sounded so foreign, so wrong. Was she not Megan Myers?
She thought of her husband and children. Megan would have wept had she still had tears, had she still had the strength.
The lights dimmed. “We will now advance to stage two,” the voice said. The flick of a projector witch echoed through the large space. Megan wanted to look away as images were projected on the wall. The images were black and white of a simple life: couples at the beach, parents flying kites with smiling children, a content woman in high heels and pearls vaccuming rugs and scrubbing dishes.
The last image was of Megan’s own smiling family enjoying dinner at an outdoor café.
A happy woman’s voice came on the room. The angelic voice surrounded her. It wasn’t on her left or right, but everywhere. Loud, like the thumping of drums, it put the beat of music inside her chest. She could feel her heart beating and she thought she might die.
“You are a happy person. You are content with your life in New Haven 56. You will bake pies, attend PTA meetings, and wash the floors. There is nothing to complain about in New Haven.”
The words were repeated. The sentences went on forever. They drowned out the pain in her tingling arms. Her lips parted, and Megan repeated the words as they were said to her.
After many hours, her arms were unbound and a glass of water was held to her lips by men in black uniforms and thick jackets. She smiled her thanks as she sipped. “I am content and happy,” she said.
“You will become whoever we want.”
Megan beamed a smile worthy of a magazine cover model.  “I will become whoever you want.”


Check the rest of the stops on this Book Tour at SupaGurl Book Tours, Here

Note: I want to say, I am the first on this tour, and the person who runs SupaGurl tours has been absent for a bit, and had to scrounge for what I needed for this post. So I do not have a gust post or Giveaway that the tour page says. I also want to point out, this same issue may be apparent on other blogs, if they post. Just wanted to point that out. I think she had a family emergency, but not sure.




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