I’m Back!



In proper Inkies fashion, I decided to return to this blog as my New Year’s resolution – in February. Well, better late than never, said no publisher ever, which is why I’m blogging and not yet published.

Well, it’s been nearly two years! How did that happen? How did I get so rubbish at getting stuff done? The truth is, I didn’t. None of us did. Life got in the way and there was a tonne of other stuff to that needed doing. It was one of those years where one has to grab the mane of that mad pony (which was my life) and cling on until it stopped, lest you be trampled underfoot. The shaggy cur got me to the point where I am now secure in a career that I enjoy, but in such a whirlwind that it left next to no time for writing, blogging or even (gasp) reading.

Said mad pony also brought me to the foot of the Andes and made me climb to Machu Picchu (in fairness to him, it is not a pony-friendly path – plenty of goats though) as well as on a number of other wild adventures (that include being stranded on an island and in a desert, as well as riding Aragorn’s horse! Please don’t be jealous, mad pony. Don’t hurt me.) While I am  extremely glad that I held on, it’s an incredible relief to finally set my feet down and remember my first and sadly neglected love; books.

So here we are.



   It can taste your fear.

   So where was I? Yes! Books. The new career thing is great, because I’m working with kids of the age I want to write for. We read the same books. Hell, I think I even share a reading age with some of them. I use big words to make it at least seem as though I’m a couple of steps ahead, which, being almost seventeen years their senior, makes it kind of upsetting when they correct my pronunciation on words that I’ve never heard aloud because I picked them up in books.


   I love my brats though. Duty of care aside, it’s hard not to gather a sense of fondness for people you share a space with for six hours a day over one hundred and eighty-three days. Working with them is giving me plenty of excuses to return to my favourite books, all of which belong to the middle grade category, which means I can share my favourites with me class, and they can share their favourites with me.

   But, the gods of learning forgive me, there is an awful lot of David Walliams this year. I mean, an awful lot.

   And maybe my teachers and family felt the same way when I became obsessed with Harry Potter (and never grew out of it) because when finished the books, I picked up the Philosopher’s Stone, and read them all, again and again and again. I wanted to wipe my memory each time, and experience that first reading each time. It took me a while, and the help of one incredible librarian (who, now that I think about it, made me read Harry Potter in the first place) to challenge my bereft reader’s soul and put me in the direction of Ursula le Guin, Diana Wynne Jones, Terry Pratchett and (what were you thinking? I was  twelve!) Bram Stoker.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy David Walliams. I can’t not love him for what he’s done for children’s reading. The problem, which I think is exacerbated by the Irish media (seriously Ryan Tubridy?) is that there is so much out there that kids aren’t aware of, unless they physically walk into a bookshop and talk to a bookseller. Luckily, the children’s bookselling world has risen to the task of diluting the David Walliams frenzy with, you know, other really excellent MG books, that are just as good, or indeed better. That’s a band wagon I want on. It’s not being pulled by ponies so I feel rather safe in declaring myself returned to the world of Children’s books, with an intention to review and promote middle grade across all genres, but especially in fantasy, because that’s where my heart is.

   In my absence, a hoard of incredible authors have emerged, and familiar favourites are setting the bar so incredibly high for this age group. I no longer feel guilt about steeping myself in this sector – among all the beautiful books – I can’t breathe!anigif_sub-buzz-19880-1466793045-16

Despite being really creepy – I know how Mouldy Voldy feels right now.

Ok, so I’ve bored everybody enough with my excuses – I’m the best excuse-maker ever though, right? I mean, Machu Picchu! Machu-freaking-Pich …

Ok. Books.

I’m gathering some reading momentum, and with the help of the lovely Lisas, I’ve come across some absolute gems, and these will be the subjects of the next several posts. So here is my overview of what I will be reviewing in the next couple of weeks.







And I know these are all big players – but with very good reason. I will be very open to suggestions, recommendations (and post 😉 from now on, and have every intention of sourcing out some hidden gems as I trawl the bookstores –  or more likely, the booksellers brains.

Thank you for listening to my excuses. Be kind in you responses, Mad Pony is watching.
Mara xxx



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We are new mothers to this blog, and hope you love our new baby as much as we do. We also hope you love kids’ books, because that’s what we’re all about. On this blog, we will review all manner of kids’ books and talk about important stuff like writing, publishing and the plight of aspiring authors.

WARNING: The contents of this blog will be extremely honest.

We are three booksellers living and working in a medium to large, but really quite small town (in the middle of the countryside). Close to, but actually quite far from Dublin. Anyway, enough about where we live.

This blog is about books. BOOKS. BooOOKs. BOOOooksssss. For the record, we pronounce it ‘books’, not ‘bukes’ (this is clearly an attempt to veil our snobbishness with whimsy).

If you don’t like children’s books, you should. That is our professional opinion. And we know what we are talking about. We have M.A.s in things. Like ice-cream making. And children’s literature. So there.

The first of we three goes by the name of Lisa.

I read historical fiction, ghost stories, classics and fantasy. I run another blog called The Mad Woman in the Attic, where I review adult fiction – feel free to check it out.  Historical fiction is my favourite. My house is held up by books, and inside that house reside one husband, (who irons!!), one psycho-punk, and two angelic little cherubs, who I affectionately refer to Coco Chanel Junior and Monster-truck Jack. I write on the side, and currently have three novels on the go.

The second of us goes by the name of the other Lisa. She has black buttons for eyes and lives in a parallel universe.

I inhale books usually. I read mostly in the teen dystopian/post-apocalyptic genre, but have been known to rave about teen realism, and some (but not all) teen books that would usually referred to as chick-lit. But we don’t use that word here. Okay? I also write, and I have started and killed several books, and am now working on two separate novels. Let’s hope they survive the summer. 

And the third, we call Mara. Actually we call her lots of things, but she’ll only answer to Mara. (for a complete list of Mara’s nicknames, drop us a line at notforsensitiveears@gmail.com)

I read fantasy. Got a problem with that? Well, I’m a teacher, so go stand in the corner! But seriously, I read fantasy; the good, well-written, inspiring, change-the-world kind that book snobs don’t think of when they think of fantasy. I spend my weekdays teaching adorable brats how to read and write, and my weekends selling books to the same adorable brats. 

I’m have three novels on the go. One is a lanky, moody teenager, one is a screaming toddler and one is still a bun in the oven (or brain – I’m only pregnant in the metaphorical sense).

These are our faces. 🙂 Image