Title: False Hearts
Author: Laura Lam
Year Published: 2016
Category: Science fiction, thriller
If you’ve been following my book reviews series since the beginning you may remember that I’ve already reviewed another of Laura Lam’s books; Pantomime. The book was just released and I jumped on a chance to read another of her works.
False hearts is the thrilling story of ex-conjoined twins Taema and Tila. The girls escaped the cult in which they were born when their shared heart begins to fail. They emerge into the futuristic city of San Fransisco.
They create new lives for themselves and they flourish, until ten years later when Tila stumbles into Taema’s apartment covered in blood. She is arrested and accused of the first civilian murder in many years.
Lam’s writing style draws you into the story line quickly. She creates two separate characters in Taema and Tila, despite the temptation to meld them together as almost one character. She also splits the narrative between Taema and Tila, giving them both a chance to tell their stories from both the past and present, as they have become intertwined in a deadly snarl.
I rate it: 4/5
Goodreads says: 4.04/5 (that’s specific)
Amazon says: 4.8/5
foul language, violence, drug use, needles, sex (non-explicit)
A little bit ago I wrote a post about my Rugged Ripples Afghan, and how it seemed to have somehow gotten out of control (As far as knitting goes, anyway). I did manage, upon reaching the end of the first row I did after realizing there was a problem, to gauge what the issue was. There were about four or five extra stitches.
I placed a stitch marker at the end of the pattern so that I would know where to start when I turned the work. Then I double crocheted plain until the last two stitches. Then, I did a double crochet two together. I turned the work and worked even until I hit the stitch marker and then started the pattern.
I repeated this until there were no more stitches on the other side of the stitch marker. I know that it has left a visible lump, but, with the amount of work that it takes to do one row, I wasn’t going to unravel back to it.
The messed up rows are kind of visible when you look at the blanket, but it isn’t going to be a big issue when you have ten feet of blanket to look at. I’ve put it aside for a bit now that I’ve got it fixed. I’m waiting to accumulated enough yarn that I can do a lot at once.
Memorial Day Weekend is known to most throughout the US as the unofficial start to summer. This is true for my family as well. We have been going camping on this weekend since I was probably about eight. We decided this year, rather than just take a jaunt up to our local campground, we’d branch out a bit.
We wandered all the way to Shenandoah River State Park in Virginia. It was a truly beautiful area. The river embraces the side of the campground, and there’s wildlife everywhere (seriously, I saw a weasel for the first time, too bad I was too slow with my camera.)
I, of course, took a sock with me (A vanilla cuff-down sock in Patons Kroy Sock Yarn ‘Brown Marl’ ) and I did my best to knit my way through the weekend, despite the presence of two wonderfully rambunctious little girls.
The first night it rained nearly as soon as we got to the campground.
The next morning more than made up for the rain in sunniness. We spent lots of time down at the river, and some of us (not the sock or the toddler or the preschooler) even went tubing. I rounded out the night with sitting nearish the campfire (too hot) and knitting while rereading Dante’s Inferno. I figured it was best to revisit the source material for my novel since it’s been a year since I’ve read it.
Sunday morning I knitted a bit while the chef and her sous chef made me ‘pizza’. The pepperoni was great, and the cheese with blueberries was like nothing I’d ever tasted before. Around noon, we headed up to the overlook and the sock got a chance to bask in the sun.
As you may have noticed by my pictorial timeline, the knitting was rather slow. Mainly because it was too hot. Too hot for even sock knitting, I never thought I’d see the day.