Review: Queste

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Queste by Angie Sage
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Queste is the fourth book in the Septimus Heap series by Angie Sage. The lighthearted fantasy series began in 2005 with Magyk, which I loved. The characters in the story immediately came to life for me, and the humor Sage threaded into their adventures often made me laugh out loud while reading. I read the next two books—Flyte and Physik—and enjoyed them too, although Magyk remained my favorite. (This is a pattern with me. I always like the first book in a series the best.)

When Queste came out in 2008, I started it, but then I put it down. I tried it again in 2009 and still only made it a couple of chapters before abandoning it once more. I wanted to read it and even had the next book in the series, Syren, ready to go, but for some reason I kept putting it off. This year, I checked the audio version of Queste out of the library and finally made it all the way through the book. (It was a little difficult, after my six year hiatus from the series, to remember who the characters were and what predicaments they were facing, but most of it came back to me as I listened to the story unfold.)

Queste wasn’t a bad book, but it was definitely my least favorite so far. It’s hard to pinpoint why it didn’t hold my attention. I think it just includes too much detail. The story is still good, but some scenes seem to drag on. And there are so many characters that there’s a lot for my brain to juggle. My husband is reading the Game of Thrones series and sometimes complains about needing a character guide to help him keep track of everyone. That’s sort of how I felt with Queste, which is unusual for a middle grade novel. I still want to finish the series, but taking on three more books (plus the extra novellas she’s written in between) feels like a somewhat daunting task. I think audio books is definitely the way to go in this case.

But wait! There’s more!

Even though Queste was not my favorite, even though the writing dragged in places, even if you have no interest in taking on this seven(+) book series, you still need to check Queste out of the library or pick up a used copy. Why? Because Chapter 3 alone is good enough to justify the money spent at Half Price Books or the time it takes to drive to the library, and it can be enjoyed without reading any more of the series.

The seventeen pages of Chapter 3 of Queste include, hands down, some of the best young adult horror ever written. Horror? Yes, horror. But also humor. This chapter, which in my opinion would make an excellent campfire tale or bedtime story for someone who you don’t exactly wish a restful night’s sleep, describes the book’s antagonist as he casts a “Darke” spell and summons a “Thing” to do his bidding. Only, things (no pun intended) don’t go exactly as planned, and the result, both gruesome and gory, is also devilishly delightful.

If you haven’t experienced any of Angie Sage’s Septimus Heap series, I suggest you read Magyk. It’s a good book, and you can decide from there if you want to continue the series or not. If you’ve read some of the series, but (like me) lost your motivation to continue, try the audio books. Queste was read by Gerald Doyle and was very well done. And if you’re not interested in this series at all, but you do enjoy a good spine-tingle now and then, pick up Queste just long enough to read Chapter 3 by candlelight. You won’t be disappointed.

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Upcoming Poetry Readings at AIPF

If you are in the Austin vicinity this weekend, you should come take part in the Austin International Poetry Festival!

The festival takes place this Thursday through Sunday (April 3-6). Along with workshops and events for the registered poets (like myself) there will also be a whole slew of poetry readings held all over the city, and you should attend one! (Or two, or ten.)

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Below is a comprehensive list of the City Reads, along with links and addresses to help you get there. It’s a veritable tour of Austin, so if you’re just visiting this weekend, there’s no better way to get to know the city than to go on a coffee-shop-crawl of poetry. There are also a few open mic events, so feel free to bring some of your own poems to share and add your voice to the festival.

In addition to attending AIPF, I am also very honored to be included in this year’s anthology, di-verse-city 2014. My poem, “Full Moon Year,” is in very good company among the work of some wonderful poets from Austin and beyond. The anthology will be on sale during the festival for $15. I’m not sure if all venues will have copies, but you should be able to pick one up at Strange Brew, which is AIPF headquarters this year (and also just a damn fine coffee shop and music venue).

What are you waiting for? Get out your calendar and start filling it up with poetry readings! Here’s the list. I hope to see you there!

[Note: I’ve highlighted the two readings I will be participating in and hope to attend several others as a listener.]

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AIPF City Reads 2014

Venues:

Schedule:

Thursday, April 3rd:

  • 12–2PM – Kick Butt Coffee
  • 1-3PM – Full English Café
  • 2-4PM – Kick Butt Coffee
  • 3-5PM – Strange Brew
  • 5-6PM – OPEN MIC – Strange Brew
  • 7-9PM – Di-verse-city Anthology Launch – Strange Brew (I’ll be reading at this one!)
  • 9:45-11PM – Erotica Read – Strange Brew (ADULTS ONLY, 18+)

Friday, April 4th:

  • 10AM-12PM – Kick Butt Coffee
  • 11:30AM-1PM – “Beauty in Languages” Read – Strange Brew
  • 1-3PM – Kick Butt Coffee
  • 1-5:30PM – (3 Reading in a row!) Strange Brew
  • 3-4:30PM – OPEN MIC – Kick Butt Coffee
  • 4-6:30PM – Full English Café
  • 4-6:30PM – Monkey Nest
  • 4-6:30PM – Kick Butt Coffee
  • 4:30-6:30PM – LGBT Read – BookWoman
  • 7-8:30PM – Dominican Joe
  • 8:30-10:30PM – Adult Poetry Slam – Kick Butt Coffee
  • 11PM-2AM – “Mad Macabre” Reading – Full English Café

Saturday, April 5th:

  • 1-3PM – Youth Poetry Slam – Alpha House
  • 11:45AM-1PM – Kick Butt Coffee
  • 12:15-1:30PM – Strange Brew
  • 1:45-3:15PM – Dominican Joe
  • 1:45-3:15PM – Strange Brew
  • 2:30-4PM – Kick Butt Coffee
  • 3-6PM – (2 Back-to-back readings!) – Barnes & Noble, Arboretum Location
  • 3:30-4:45PM – Strange Brew (I’ll be reading at this one. I think I go on first, so if you’d like to hear me read, get there on time!)
  • 5-8:30PM – (2 Back-to-back readings!) Strange Brew
  • 6:30-8:30PM – BookWoman
  • 6:30-8:30PM – Dominican Joe
  • 9-11PM – The BIG READ (All AIPF Featured Poets) – Strange Brew

Sunday, April 6th:

  • 12:45-3PM – Haiku Death Match – Kick Butt Coffee
  • 1-2PM – OPEN MIC – Huston-Tillotson University
  • 1-4PM – Diverse Youth Anthology Launch & Reading – St. Francis School (This is always a really fun event to attend. The readers are published poets aged five to eighteen.)
  • 3-4:45PM – Nerd Read – Austin Books & Comics
  • 3-6PM – Music & Poetry Read – Threadgill’s

Two Years Later: Why I Left Teaching, Why I’m Still Gone, and Why It Sometimes Hurts to Talk About It

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Two years ago today, I let the world know that I was quitting my job as a teacher.

The idea first entered my mind as a serious possibility in October of my last school year, and I talked it over with my husband. At Thanksgiving, I let my family know that I was probably leaving. In January, on the first day of the second semester, I sat down in my principal’s office and told her my plans. In March, when the district offered us our contracts for the following year, I made it official by declining mine with the click of a button.

The district then sent me an exit survey that boiled my thirteen years of service down to ten multiple choice questions. At the bottom, there was a small box that asked if I had any additional comments. I did. And after I submitted them to my district (who never responded in any way), I posted them to my former blog.

Click this link to find out Why I Left Teaching

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So, two years later, do I have regrets about leaving? No.

Everything I wrote in that post is still true, although my feelings about some of it have mellowed slightly. Since I left, I haven’t heard anything that made me want to jump back in, so while there are definitely aspects of that life that I miss, I haven’t wanted to return to it.

Also, I’ve been extremely fortunate these past two years to have been given the chance to follow my dream of writing. I am grateful for every minute of it. My only regret is I feel like I haven’t produced enough yet, haven’t fully made use of this gift of time. (Fingers crossed I’ll finish my novel by June though.)

I think what I miss most about teaching is sharing the funny/touching/rewarding moments of the job with others. When I worked with seventh graders all day, I was rarely at a loss for dinner time conversation. (Although the actual dinner time was often lost. Dinner sometimes consisted of a sandwich balanced on one knee and a stack of grading balanced on the other.)

Back then, when people asked me what I did for a living, and I told them I was a teacher, they followed it up by asking me if I liked my job or telling me a story about a favorite teacher they had or saying to me, “Well, bless your heart.” I loved these responses. They allowed me to say yes, I did like my job and then elaborate about how much fun middle schoolers are, often boggling the mind of the person I was talking to. Or they allowed me to smile and listen to a description of a great teacher, one more mentor out there in the world for me to aspire to be like. Or they allowed me to laugh and nod my head that yes, it was a hard job, but one that I loved anyway.

I was proud to tell people I was a teacher, and even while I complained about the drawbacks of the job, I defended it, always trying to end the conversation on a positive note.

Until that last year. That last year was different. There’s no need to rehash it—you can read about it in the link above.

The problem now is that I don’t get to tell the good stories anymore. Now, when people find out that I taught for thirteen years, they don’t ask me if I liked it, they ask me why I left. When I tell them, the conversation spirals into everything that’s wrong with teaching. By the time I manage to say that really, it was only the last year that was so bad, that I loved my job for twelve of those thirteen years, they’re not interested anymore. In a way, it’s like teaching was my boyfriend and now that we’ve broken up, everyone’s been given the go ahead to tell me what a jerk they thought he was the whole time we were going out.

But teaching wasn’t all bad, not by a long shot, and I miss being able to share the good stuff.

I keep mementos from that relationship—a shelf of binders full of student work, a crate of lessons I used to teach, a box of random objects acquired over more than a decade of working with twelve-year-olds. And pictures. Photos of the hundreds of students who passed through my classroom.

Teaching and I may never get back together, and I do not regret my decision to leave, but from this point forward, I’m going to steer the conversations about my first beloved career back to the middle ground where they belong. In general, no, it wasn’t perfect. Far from it. But there were many perfect moments along the way, and they deserve to be remembered.

[To read more stories from my teaching career, check out my Teaching Stories page.]