Genre: Young Adult fiction, Contemporary Romance
“Her heart wept when she realized that the hardest part about loving him was the idea that his love was never meant for her.”
Walking
with a pronounced limp all her life has never stopped fifteen-year-old
Kiva Mau from doing what she loves. While most girls her age are playing
sports and perfecting their traditional Samoan dance, Kiva finds
serenity in her sketchbook and volunteering at the run-down art center
her extended family owns.
When
seventeen-year-old Ryler Cade steps into the art center for the first
time, Kiva is drawn to the angry and misguided student sent from abroad
to reform his violent ways. Scarred and tattooed, an unlikely friendship
is formed when the gentle Kiva shows him kindness and beauty through
art.
After a tragic accident leaves Kiva severely disfigured, she struggles
to see the beauty she has been brought up to believe. Just when she
thinks she’s found her place, Ryler begins to pull away, leaving her
heartbroken and confused. The patriarch of the family then takes a turn
for the worse and Kiva is forced to give up her dreams to help with
familial obligations, until an old family secret surfaces that makes her
question everything.
Immersed
in the world of traditional art and culture, this is the story of
self-sacrifice and discovery, of acceptance and forbearance, of
overcoming adversity and finding one’s purpose. Spanning years, it is a
story about an intuitive girl and a misunderstood boy and love that
becomes real when tested.
Excerpt:
The white van’s presence in the driveway made Kiva’s
heart thud against her ribs, and a mysterious anticipation settled over
her. Hobbling into the house, she carried out her chores with
efficiency, hanging the laundry on the line and checking on Masi’s bowl
while stealing curious glances at the art center.
After a long pause, she decided to enter it.
Poised
along the far wall to avoid distraction, Kiva perused the students
scattered around the room, heads and shoulders bent over their wood
carvings, the clink and thud of the chisel and mallet competing over
each other. Mau paced his time with each student evenly, making his way
around, offering guidance when needed. Kiva couldn’t make out his words
from where she sat, only a few low mutterings accompanied by the shake
or nod of his head.
Her
eyes strayed until they settled on the boy with the mysterious tattoo.
Ryler. Her suspicions were correct about his work when she noticed the
slab of wood with the sliced words in front of him. He hadn’t spoken a
word to any of the other boys, didn’t acknowledge them, and they avoided
him too, as if he’d erected an invisible wall and they were aware of
it.
Her
uncle had no problem stepping through it though. He was with him now,
speaking in low tones and gesturing to his work. What was he saying?
Kiva strained to hear, but nothing came to her over the cacophony of
sounds in the room. A muscle in Ryler’s jaw ticked as he sat, head bent,
listening to him. Mau remained with him for some time, talking and
listening, acknowledging the need to spend more time. Finally, he gave
him a tap on the shoulder and a satisfied nod before moving away.
Kiva
noticed when Ryler picked up a carving knife, pausing in concentration,
his face tentative and contemplative, before he met it with wood, the
muscles in his broad back contorting and flexing from the grip and
release of the tool. What had he decided to carve? Kiva wanted to inch
her way forward to find out but kept herself firmly planted. An hour
passed and still she sat riveted to her spot.
A couple sharp drops on the roof were the only warning to the torrential downpour that followed.
“Makiva!” Hana’s voice shouted from across the yard and made her jump. “It’s raining! Get the laundry!”
Kiva
scrambled off the floor, the noise drawing attention, and limped as
quickly as she could to the line. The knifelike raindrops hit her on the
back, stinging, and soaked through her shirt. Ignoring the pricks, she
rushed to unpeg each piece of clothing, throwing it in the bucket and
returning for more. The rain came down harder and faster, blurring her
eyesight, the sound of a thunderclap roaring in her ears. Tea towels,
Mau’s shirt, Hana’s school skirt. Breathless, her quick movements had
long ago uncoiled her hair, wild and swirling in the wind; the pencil
slipped out, lost somewhere. She was nearing the end of the line,
grappling with a sheet, when she glanced up and noticed the boys running
from the center to the van, their lesson over.
Ryler
appeared last through the door, his brown eyes trained on her, and
descended the stairs with heavy, deliberate steps. Kiva stared wide eyed
as he stepped into the rain and came toward her with unhurried, even
strides. She watched as raindrops pelted his gray shirt, soaking through
to his shoulders until the wet dots spread and connected.
When he was a foot away, he lifted his hand.
“You dropped this,” he said, his voice low and hoarse, as if he was just getting over a cold. He smelled of wood dust and sweat.
She
glanced down at his hand and saw the pencil she used to pin up her
hair. It must have fallen in the art center in her haste to get to the
laundry. Reaching for it, she noticed the deep scars on his left wrist
and paused. From this close they looked even worse.
“It’s not what you think,” he answered, interpreting her thoughts.
Kiva
snapped her eyes to his face. His brown eyes penetrated hers, thick
lashes dripping from the rain, a line formed between his eyebrows. She
tried not to fidget under his gaze and glanced to the right of his face.
She saw a scar near his eye, something she hadn’t noticed before.
She calmly returned her gaze to him. “And what do I think?”
Ryler took a step closer. “You think that I did this to myself on purpose.”
“Did you?” She breathed.
He shook his head. “It was from a fight. The other guy had a broken bottle and I tried to block him.”
Kiva
hissed as if she had been the one cut open and bleeding. Her eyes found
the scar again and her stomach plummeted at the thought of the pain it
must have caused. She felt suddenly light-headed and blinked to clear
the blur clouding her mind.
“Are you alright?” he asked, concern laced in his voice.
She took slow, even breaths and nodded her head.
The sound of the van’s horn blared from the drive way.
“Ryler! Hurry up, we’re going!” A superior impatiently gestured for him in the rain.
“You
better go,” Kiva said hastily. “Thanks for returning this.” She took
the pencil from his hand and curled her fingers around it.
Ryler
remained unmoving. Why wasn’t he going? Did he want to get into
trouble? He finally stepped away and turned, jogging over to the waiting
van, his shirt now drenched through and stuck to his retreating back.
**My Review**
*5 Stars!*
*Bookends received a free eCopy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review*
There are no words I could possibly use that could ever adequately describe how epically beautiful Scar of the Bamboo Leaf is. If you are debating whether or not to read this book, debate no more. Take the plunge my friend! Kiva's story will stay with you long after you've turned the last page.
I could write my own version of a synopsis but that's already been done so instead I will toss random phrases at you like -- "stunningly beautiful portrayal of young love" and "timeless" and "masterfully written". Seriously, this book was all of those things and then some.
Scar of the Bamboo Leaf is set in Samoa. I'll admit that Samoa is a place I've never given a second thought to, but thanks to this author's vivid detail and obvious love of the culture, it's a place that I immediately wanted to visit and get to know for myself. Amazing detail and imagery is only one great thing about this book. The storyline is flawless and the characters are second to none. I adored Kiva and Ry, Mau and Naomi, little Talia, and even Hana (though I did want to give her a good smack once or twice).
Scar of the Bamboo Leaf quickly worked its way into my heart and to the top of my "favorite books" list. Have the tissues handy and be prepared for one of the biggest book/character hangovers you've ever experienced!
About the Author:
Sieni A.M. is a coffee addict, Instagram enthusiast, world traveler, and
avid reader turned writer. She graduated as an English and History high
school teacher from the University of Canterbury and is currently
living in Israel with her husband and two daughters. “Scar of the Bamboo
Leaf” is her second novel.
The Giveaway:
5 ecopies of Scar of the Bamboo Leaf via Amazon
Salem’s Revenge strikes without warning or mercy, ravaging the powerless human race under the forces of united gangs of witches, wizards, and warlocks. During the slaughter, Rhett Carter's foster parents and sister are killed, and his best friend and girlfriend are abducted by a gang of witches calling themselves the Necromancers, who deal in the dark magic of raising the dead. Rhett’s sword-wielding neighbor with a mysterious past saves Rhett from becoming another casualty of the massacre and teaches him the skills he needs to survive in this new world. Rhett is broken, his normal high school life of book blogging and football playing shoved in a witch-apocalyptic blender. The only thing he has left is his burning desire for revenge. Armed with his new witch hunting skills and a loyal, magic powered dog named Hex, he sets out into the unknown with one mission: hunt and destroy those who took away everyone he ever loved.
Revenge. That’s all that’s left for witch hunter Rhett Carter. The magic-born have stripped everything from him - killed his friends, cursed his warlock father, shattered his future - leaving him bare and broken, but not dead. Their mistake. When Rhett and Laney are suddenly thrust in different directions, Rhett must decide who to trust and who to kill. Backed by his trusty canine sidekick Hex, Rhett will embark on his deadliest mission yet, one that will lead him directly toward those who want him dead, pushing his unique resistance to magic to the edge and back again as he tries to remove his father’s curse. Separated from Rhett, Laney seeks to understand the strange changes to her sister, Trish, who’s believed to be the last living Clairvoyant, and what role she’s destined to play in the future of humankind. Wrapped around everything are four major groups: the Necromancers, the Changelings, the witch hunters, and New America, the remnants of humanity. When the major forces are brought together for an epic battle, the fate of the world hangs in the balance.
