Showing posts with label fantasy fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fantasy fiction. Show all posts

Sunday, 22 July 2018

Book Review: Ollie and the Starchaser by Tanya Southey





It is often acknowledged that children’s literature is devoured just as hungrily by the adult purchasers as the intended young readers. I became another proof-point to this widely accepted “truth” last week when I found myself lazing on the couch by the fireplace on a wintry Sunday afternoon as the wind and rain howled outside, riveted to a copy of “Ollie and the Starchaser”, aimed at 8 – 12 year olds.

Written by debut author Tanya Southey, it is a book with just the right mixture of fantasy and fact, fiction and realism, magic and adventure. It opens with Ollie being put to bed by his grandmother Nanoo.

Nanoo was not a usual gran who sat knitting scratchy jumpers and drinking tea. She was an astronomer who had discovered a new planet. She wasn’t much of a cook but she had one biscuit recipe that never failed. Ollie is also not the usual little boy. He finds school hard sometimes, other boys tease him about the books he read or about dropping the ball in footy.

Nanoo and Ollie spent time together with the biscuits, her stories and her telescope. Nanoo taught Ollie about the universe, the planet she had discovered and more importantly to love adventure and to imagine. As Ollie looked through her telescope, he marked things he could see. He also marked things he couldn’t see but imagined were up there and hoped he might discover, just as Nanoo had done.

One day when Ollie comes home from school, his dog does not run up and welcome him in the usual way. Inside he finds his mum crying, dad standing by with a grave look on his pale face. Nanoo is missing. Ollie’s life is turned upside down, he cannot believe this is happening. Grumpiness replaces laughter in his family.

Ollie’s luck changes when his friend Starchaser turns up in his garden one day. Together, Ollie and the Starchaser go on an epic adventure to find Nanoo. They explore vistas beyond the comfort zone, take risks and make brave choices. But does it lead them to Nanoo in the end? You have to read to find out.

This is a book that will provoke some rich conversations with the young ones in your life. About gender bias, self esteem, resilience, accepting those that are different, family and friendship. It also gives you a scaffolding to talk to children about dealing with loss and grief. The writing itself is incredibly visual, imaginative and fun. Gum trees look like tiny broccoli on a dinner plate from the sky. The sun pulls a blanket of waves over its head as it sinks into the ocean. The illustration by Jess Southey then pushes it to a whole new level. You can actually make it a game to see how many clues your young reader (or you) can find in the illustrations. Like the number plate for Nanoo’s car being NAN000. Or busy astronomer Nanno owning a cookbook named “COOKING 123” and a snakeplant, a houseplant notoriously hard to kill. Illustrations of Ollie’s bedroom or treehouse with its astronomy themed curtains and posters would be any adventure-loving kid’s dream.

The book is not without its little faults. The introduction to Starchaser (outside of Nanoo’s stories) is somewhat abrupt. Some of the references like a 10-57 police code seem American rather than Australian. The first few chapters used to build context are slow to being with and risks losing some young readers before they get to where the fun starts. But once the adventure gets going, this is a book that is hard to put down. It is also a book that lingers in your mind long after you have turned the last page. Overall, an amazing effort from a first time writer and a book that would make a fabulous gift for any pre-teen in your life.


Thursday, 5 November 2015

A Blast From The Past...Stuff I Read Years Ago.....

So, recently on Facebook I found myself doing one of those "100 tunes blah blah" that the owners of both Facebook and YouTube must absolutely love for their 'clickbait' potential as more and more users join in and link to more and more YouTube videos ad-infinitum...

I soon realised it's actually quite difficult to think of stuff that you used to be into musically, when you are still voraciously absorbing new stuff, or, in my case new old stuff that I enjoy discovering for the first time.

This set me thinking about books, unsurprisingly... more specifically books that I enjoyed many years ago. Now being a bit of a book hoarder this is a little easier than music for me, if I've read and liked it, I've almost certainly still got it somewhere!

But would those old favourites stand the test of time? I'm thinking perhaps some more than others...

So, here are a few books I once was in love with, will love be re-kindled (sorry, couldn't resist that one...) or is it time for these old flames to be consigned to the fire?...

First out of the traps has to be my absolute favourite in my formative reading years, The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe: C.S. Lewis. Now as far as standing the test of time is concerned I won't hear a word against this little gem. I think I first read it, (a school library copy) in about 1975,. My own copy is about thirty years old, and I have re-read it many times since, so I'm fairly comfortable that it is perhaps one of the best children's books ever written. I moved on to 'High Fantasy' a little while after, delving into Tolkien of course, but this book, and it's companion stories (particularly The Magician's Nephew) put me under a life-long spell. If you don't buy your kids a copy of this, it's probably child abuse. Probably. 



Next up, following my reading habits, I'd, after a few years, moved into the realms of Dungeons & Dragons stories. The Dragonlance Chronicles: Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman is actually an anthology of three novels, Dragons Of Autumn Twilight, Dragons Of Winter Night and Dragons Of Spring Dawning. Which came out in the mid 1980s, (by which time I was in my late teens, and a bit of a nerd reading wise...). I loved this book at the time and it actually led me into playing D&D for a little while... (yep nerd confessional right there....). Sadly I lent my copy to someone many years ago and have never had it returned (I can't actually recall who I lent it to...), but I can still recall an early scene in which one of the characters, a Dwarf named Flint Fireforge, is seated on a rock feeling the heat that it has absorbed from the sun gently warming his old bones. I can't sit on a rock without remembering that bit... Maybe I need to get another copy to see how it stands up to my current reading...


Out of the Fantasy genre now, as I'm sure many of you will be pleased to hear... and on to a book I read in about the mid-eighties, Jack Higgins:The Eagle Has Landed. Yes I moved on from Fantasy to War stories... so mature... but the thing I loved most at the time about this book, as a young man who was an avid reader of real-life WWII historical accounts, was that this was my first 'what-if?' story. It also opened my mind to other perspectives. As a born and bred Englishman, for the first time I found myself cheering for the traditional 'bad guys' of my limited cultural exposure, the Germans, and the IRA. I read a lot more Jack Higgins back then on the strength of this, which I recall enjoying at the time but I have to confess that reading one a couple of years back the I'd not read before, I was little disappointed. I'm too scared to re-read this one in case that happens again. Memories are sometimes best left alone.


Back in time a few years again, (I know this is jumping around in time like a Tarantino script, but I'm going a little 'stream of consciousness here...) A book that left a deep impression on me in my high school years was The Long Walk: Slavomir Rawicz. It was, as far as I can recall my first exposure to historical biography and I will be forever in my Literature teacher's debt for opening my mind to this field, one which is still a massive favourite. 



Next up, we bounce forward a bit, to the late eighties, by which time I'm bitten by the historical fiction bug. The book that dragged me into this other so-far life-long love, was Sharpe's Rifles: Bernard Cornwell. I've read and re-read all the Sharpe novels literally dozens of times and I still find myself absolutely absorbed. Napoleonic Wars, muskets, swords, heroes, villains, it's got the lot. Probably very much 'boys own' stuff, but I'm a boy. 



Finally on this little delve into my reading past, I'm going for London: Edward Rutherford. I re-read the paperback version of this so many times it literally fell to pieces, and the replacement hasn't fared much better. I treated myself to a first edition hardback a few years ago which I refuse to take off of the shelf and subject to the same abuse. published in 1997, this isn't even twenty years old yet, but it seems like a very long time ago when I first got to know the group of families that are our hosts through thousands of years of London's history. Probably my favourite piece of historical fiction ever. 



I hope this little dip into my past loves of the literary world isn't too self-indulgent. If you haven't read any of the above, give them a go, you may (or may not) be pleasantly surprised. 

Happy reading.
Stevie at BLM.