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Sixteen-year-old Kaye, who has been visited by faeries since childhood, discovers that she herself is a magical faerie creature with a special destiny.
runningondreams: Both "Tithe" and "Fire and Hemlock" are modernized and somewhat modified forms of the Ballad of Tam Lin, and concern the dangerous and fantastic mixing of the mortal and faerie realms. If you enjoy both of these books I would also recommend "The Perilous Guard" by Elizabeth Marie Pope- the first I read of this story's re-tellings.… (mer)
Jannes: Goblins and gouls in suburban america. The Crumrin books and Tithe share a view on adolescence that is slightly grittier than the norm as well as an obvious fascination with folklore and myth.
Jannes: Both novels does the "modern faerie" thing, but in very different ways. Both manages a genuine sense of awe and magic, which is rare enough in fantasy today, so they're well worth checking out.
Dit is een verhaal in de Elfhame serie van Holly Black.
Kaye is een gewoon meisje, die met haar moeders band meereist. Als ze op een bepaald moment weer bij haar oma gaan wonen. Wat Kaye niet weet is dat zij bij haar geboorte verwisselt is met een elfenbaby. Kaye vindt, op een avond op weg naar huis na een avondje uit, een knappe man die gewond in de struiken. Ze kan de man, Roiben, niet uit haar hoofd zetten. Als ze later Roiben weer terug ziet, komt ze in de Faerie wereld terecht. Leuk verhaal, met humor geschreven. ( )
After choosing the Darkest Part in the Forest as my first Holly Black book, I decided to look for her first stories in the world of Elfhame - before I read the Folk and Air series. . . I opened the page of Tithe - it sucked me in and spit me out - I loved this story. I enjoyed Kate being weird and didn't understand why everyone thought she was a looney. I didn't mind the foul language or the way they spoke as most teens do, maybe not in front of their parents. Roiben is super mysterious, hot and strong. I liked Corny's part in the story, it felt that Kaye had made a better friend than Janet. ( )
I really wanted to like this book. I generally like Holly Black’s books. But this one... this one just didn’t do it for me at all.
I found the main character, Kaye, to be very juvenile. While I was reading, I envisioned her to be somewhere between 12-14 years old. At one point I even had to go online to see if I had picked up a children's book instead of YA. But, the back of the book says she is 16 and there is reference towards the end where she states her age. However, Kaye makes reference at one point to being too young to drive… but she is 16…?
Because Kaye feels so young, I found her habit of smoking to be uncomfortable and her budding relationship with Robin to be a little disturbing. Not to mention that there was zero chemistry between them so their kissing didn't really make sense to me.
The romance between Roiben and Kaye just seemed unbelievable and very disjointed. Nothing in the story points towards attraction on either of their parts. So it was weird for them to be kissing.
It was a quick read overall, but I found the characters to be vastly underdeveloped and there was no emotional depth or attachment. I did care when characters were missing or if they died.
Sadly, this is one of my lowest ratings ever. I do not recommend this one. ( )
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And pleasant is the faerie land But an eerie tale to tell, Ay at the end of seven years We pay a tithe to Hell; I am sae fair and fu o flesh, I'm feard it be mysel. — YOUNG TAM LIN
And malt does note than Milton can To justify God's Ways to man. — A. E. HOUSEMAN, "Terence, This is Stupid Stuff"
Coercive as coma, frail as bloom innuendoes of your inverse dawn suffuse the self; our every corpuscle becomes an elf. — MINA LOY, "Moreover, the Moon," The Lost Lunar Baedeker
The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat. — THEODORE ROETHKE, "Praise to the End!"
A cigarette is the perfect type of perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?" — OSCAR WILDE, The Picture of Dorian Gray
All day and all night my desire for you unwinds like a poisonous snake. — SAMAR SEN, "Love"
I ate the Mythology & dreamt. — YUSEF KOMUNYKAA, "Blackberries"
Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men For night-scents, heady, and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy in me. — SARA TEASDALE, "August Moonrise," Flame and Shadow
Listening to the prisoned cricket Shake its terrible dissembling Music in the granite hill — LOUISE BOGAN, "Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom"
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror we can just barely endure, and we admire it so because it calmly disdains to destroy us. — RAINER MARIA RILKE, "The First Elegy," Duino Elegies
You whom I could not save Listen to me. — CZESLAW MILOSZ, "Dedication"
A word is dead When it is said Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day. — EMILY DICKINSON, "VI. A Word"
But lest you are my enemy, I must enquire. Oh no my dear, let all that be; What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me? — YEATS, "The Mask"
And for those masks who linger on To feast at night upon the pure sea! — ARTHUR RIMBAUD, "Does She Dance"
For I have sworn thee fair, and through thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. — WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Sonnet CXLVII
In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees You can touch parts You have no right to— —KAY RYAN, "Crown"
Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heav'n.— MILTON, Paradise Lost (Book I)
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For my little sister Heidi
Inledande ord
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Prologue: Kaye took another drag on her cigarette and dropped it into her mother's beer bottle.
Ch. 1: Kaye spun down the worn, gray planks of the boardwalk. The air was heavy and stank of drying mussels and the crust of salt on the jetties.
Citat
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She knew what her grandmother was going to say when she got back, stinking of liquor with a torn shirt. True things.
Avslutande ord
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"I am your servant," the King of the Unseelie Court said, his lips a moment from her own. "Consider it done."
Sixteen-year-old Kaye, who has been visited by faeries since childhood, discovers that she herself is a magical faerie creature with a special destiny.
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