Post by smilinjack on Mar 31, 2009 17:20:22 GMT -5
This is my story, it is quite a short and pointless story. It is the story of how I found Chris Wooding's books and how I established him as my favourite author (seeing as he did write my favourite book).
My first love was storm-thief, I saw her on a shelf in the book store (waterstones if you must know) and thought she looked nice, knowing not to judge a book by it's cover and being a cheap skate; I bought it over the internet, through amazon.
After the whirlwind of reading fury I realised it was twelve and I should probably sleep. I was pleased by the ripping tale, although in essence a simple adventure story, it was still a great read that had a similar 'cannot put down till the next chapter, no, the one after that' power that Robert Muchamore has (whith his CHERUB series).
It was about a month later that I saw Alaizabel Cray sitting on in the library, it had the same style front as storm-thief so I presumed it was by the same author. It was. I borrowed it then read it that night, pushing "Sharpe's Revenge" aside (sorry Bernard). I wasn't disappointed.
Now, although I had only read two of his books I thought I had Chris Wooding sussed, he was an adventure novelist, revelling in sci-fi and fantasy. My next book was poison (I had started looking for Chris' name by now), it was a small break in the trend, still adventurey but almost felt like it took the mick out of itself, or stories in general. Again, very well written. Good twist at the end.
Malice jumped out of the store shelf like a spider (one of the jumping ones) with it's crazy comic bits and sculpture on the front. After I had devoured that I marched off to the library once more to find another Wooding tale, more action adventure.
I found Endgame.
It was... beautiful. I was touched by it truly, I related with every character (I am in sixth form now, doing my A-levels). When I read the last line, I actually felt tears in my eyes, I thought it wouldn't end, the first chapter of poison was in the back and I was actually surprised to see it end 2 millimetres from the back of the book.
Let me get this straight. I loved endgame, as in, it is the greatest book I have ever read. It was short, but that was part of it's beauty.
In an 'after reading, after thinking, after feeling' haze I looked up 'Chris Wooding' on google, found your site, dug about a bit. Wrote up every book you have ever written. I will buy them, read them, and by then you better have written some more.
But I also found this line:
"Humankind paid me back by not reading it. Whereas most of my other stories had spread to a good deal of foreign territories, Endgame didn't. I can't say I'm surprised. Nuclear bombs are so sixties."
And baulked, this was the greatest book I have ever read, now that may be partly because I saw myself in almost every character (even Mayner), but even so it was brilliantly put, fantastically written and greatly loved. I thought about what I would do if it were the end, what would be my Endgame?
And so I say to you, Chris Wooding, if you read this, thank you for breaking your own mould. Endgame wasn't a action adventure, but it gripped me all the same. All of the other books I read were outstanding, but Endgame truly touched me.
I just wish it had sold.
Thankyou for the experience.
"And behind them, a blinding flashcut across the horizon, lighting the inside of their eyelids with it's fury."
-Jack Caesar
My first love was storm-thief, I saw her on a shelf in the book store (waterstones if you must know) and thought she looked nice, knowing not to judge a book by it's cover and being a cheap skate; I bought it over the internet, through amazon.
After the whirlwind of reading fury I realised it was twelve and I should probably sleep. I was pleased by the ripping tale, although in essence a simple adventure story, it was still a great read that had a similar 'cannot put down till the next chapter, no, the one after that' power that Robert Muchamore has (whith his CHERUB series).
It was about a month later that I saw Alaizabel Cray sitting on in the library, it had the same style front as storm-thief so I presumed it was by the same author. It was. I borrowed it then read it that night, pushing "Sharpe's Revenge" aside (sorry Bernard). I wasn't disappointed.
Now, although I had only read two of his books I thought I had Chris Wooding sussed, he was an adventure novelist, revelling in sci-fi and fantasy. My next book was poison (I had started looking for Chris' name by now), it was a small break in the trend, still adventurey but almost felt like it took the mick out of itself, or stories in general. Again, very well written. Good twist at the end.
Malice jumped out of the store shelf like a spider (one of the jumping ones) with it's crazy comic bits and sculpture on the front. After I had devoured that I marched off to the library once more to find another Wooding tale, more action adventure.
I found Endgame.
It was... beautiful. I was touched by it truly, I related with every character (I am in sixth form now, doing my A-levels). When I read the last line, I actually felt tears in my eyes, I thought it wouldn't end, the first chapter of poison was in the back and I was actually surprised to see it end 2 millimetres from the back of the book.
Let me get this straight. I loved endgame, as in, it is the greatest book I have ever read. It was short, but that was part of it's beauty.
In an 'after reading, after thinking, after feeling' haze I looked up 'Chris Wooding' on google, found your site, dug about a bit. Wrote up every book you have ever written. I will buy them, read them, and by then you better have written some more.
But I also found this line:
"Humankind paid me back by not reading it. Whereas most of my other stories had spread to a good deal of foreign territories, Endgame didn't. I can't say I'm surprised. Nuclear bombs are so sixties."
And baulked, this was the greatest book I have ever read, now that may be partly because I saw myself in almost every character (even Mayner), but even so it was brilliantly put, fantastically written and greatly loved. I thought about what I would do if it were the end, what would be my Endgame?
And so I say to you, Chris Wooding, if you read this, thank you for breaking your own mould. Endgame wasn't a action adventure, but it gripped me all the same. All of the other books I read were outstanding, but Endgame truly touched me.
I just wish it had sold.
Thankyou for the experience.
"And behind them, a blinding flashcut across the horizon, lighting the inside of their eyelids with it's fury."
-Jack Caesar