Roses and rot

Review by Booklist Review

Howard's fantasy debut is a fable wherein human ambition and family ties become entwined with the magical power of faerie. Two loving sisters, independently successful and once estranged, have each worked long and hard to escape an abusive childhood. Imogen, a writer, and Marin, a professional dancer, have been offered fellowships at Melete, an exclusive artists' colony. The retreat is a wondrous haven of artistic devotion and creative pursuit, with personal mentors assigned to each resident and a mysterious connection to the enchanted realm of the Fae. The sanctuary has a reputation for boosting the careers of those who attend, although at a price some might find daunting. The siblings find themselves in direct competition and will have to decide if the prize is worth what the other may lose. Lyrical writing complements the setting's mystical imagery, further conveying the fairy tale quality of the story. Those with a fondness for the expressive language of tales from times past will enjoy this story in which fairyfolk mingle, for good and ill, with the real world.--Lockley, Lucy Copyright 2016 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Howard weaves a dark and enticing tale of sisterly bonds, fairy promises, and the price of artistic success in this lushly written debut fantasy set in the present-day U.S. As a child, Imogen was certain that no fairy tale stepmother could possibly be crueler than her own mother, a controlling tyrant. Fortunately, Imogen and her younger sister, Marin, escaped to pursue their dreams: Imogen as a writer, Marin a dancer. After seven years apart, the women are reunited when both are selected to be fellows at Melete, a prestigious artist colony in rural New Hampshire. Melete's fantastical campus seems perfect, but the sisters learn it's hiding an extraordinary secret: Melete's creative energy feeds the Fair Folk. Every seven years, the most promising Fellow is taken to live in Faery-and Imogen and Marin are shortlisted for this dubious honor. Howard's characters are deftly drawn, and her writing is seductive as fairy magic. This story will resonate with readers long after the last page. (May) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by Library Journal Review

Imogen always dreamed of being rescued, like a princess in a fairy tale. No evil stepmother could have been worse than her actual mother. When Imogen went to college, she was reluctant to leave her sister Marin behind, but they both survived-barely. Now arriving at Melete, an exclusive arts program, both sisters have a chance to make their aspirations a reality; Imogen as a writer, Marin as a dancer. The sisters find inspiration, affirmation, and even love. Yet even happy endings can come at a cost, and the price may be too much for either sister to pay. VERDICT The realm of fairy tales meets the harsh world of the Fae in this starkly enticing debut. With undercurrents of darkness in the midst of the beauty of the arts, this is a Brothers Grimm tale for the contemporary reader.-KC © Copyright 2016. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Roses and Rot 1 Marin sat on my bed, next to my half-packed suitcase. "I wish you weren't leaving, Imogen." I couldn't say the same, not and answer honestly. "I'd be leaving for college in two years anyway." "Yes, but that's two years from now." She picked through my T-shirts, separated one with a rose embroidered in tattered ribbon on its front from the pile. "This is mine, by the way." "Sorry, forgot," I said. I took her hand, rubbed my thumb over her fading scars. Mine hadn't healed as well, which had been the point. "You know I can't stay here, Marin." "I know," she said, looking down at our joined hands. "I can't believe she's letting you go." "Blackstone's fancy. It gives her bragging rights." I had planned my escape carefully. I knew I had to feed my mother's ego enough to outweigh the pleasure that thwarting me would give her. It had been an agonizing two weeks after I'd been accepted, before she decided to let me enroll. She didn't say yes until she'd found a press release about some ambassador's son attending attached to an invitation to a parents' social. I had made sure she found it. "True. And she can delicately cry about how much she misses you, but she doesn't want to get in the way of your dreams, mothers sacrifice so much for their children." Marin gave a sniff, and pretended to wipe tears from her eyes. "That was almost scary, how much you just sounded like her." "Thank you." She bowed. "I've been working on character interpretation. It helps my dance." She paused. "You'll come home for Christmas?" I squeezed her hand, let it go. It was the previous Christmas when we'd gotten our sets of scars. It wasn't exactly my favorite holiday. "For you? Of course. And there is email there. Cell phones, even. I'm going to boarding school, not Mars." Christmas break would only be a couple of weeks. For Marin, I could endure it. "Marin, if you're not down here in three minutes, you're walking to class." Our mother, her voice creeping up from downstairs. Marin rolled her eyes and picked up the bag full of pointe shoes and tights and all the other assorted dance paraphernalia she had dropped inside my door. "She'd make me, too. Driving along behind me all the way." "Marin, now. If you don't take your training seriously, you'll never be the best. There are hundreds of girls out there, thousands, with talent. I'm trying to give you an advantage, but you need to take it seriously." Our mother, again, more impatient this time. "Is this the week you start the new classes?" I asked. "Extra training for an extra advantage." That same sarcastic mocking of our mother's voice. "You're already better than anyone at your studio." "I'm good for here." She shrugged. "I need to be better if I want to dance for real. Extra classes will help." She stopped in the doorway, looked back. "I just don't understand why I can't come, too. To Blackstone. If you had told me about it, I could have applied. Didn't you want me to be there with you?" "I've been saving money to pay tuition for the last year and half, Marin. And I still couldn't have gone until next year if I hadn't gotten a scholarship. There was no way I could afford to pay for both of us." I'd hidden the account from our mother, then paid all the tuition up front so I wouldn't have to worry about it accidentally disappearing. She shrugged her bag onto her shoulder. "Fine. Whatever. See you at Christmas." When I unpacked my suitcase in my new dorm room, Marin's rose T-shirt was inside. I traced my hand over the ribbon, telling myself that she would be fine, that I had done what I'd had to do. I didn't go home for Christmas, or any other holiday. I didn't even speak to my sister again for four years. We didn't live under the same roof for almost seven years after that. Excerpted from Roses and Rot by Kat Howard All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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