Showing posts with label Kayla Howarth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kayla Howarth. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 May 2015

Resistance by Kayla Howarth (Review)

    As the second instalment of The Institute, Resistance continues the story of Allira and her fight for the freedom of her brother, herself and all the other Defectives. I found Resistance to be a very good story. I was very interested in the flow of the plot and the depth of some of the characters.  A highlight of the story, for me, was the determination of the main character Allira. Even when she was confused she was a strong and determined character.
   A complaint I have about the novel was how it treated the topic of sex. I felt like it was a little too flippant about it. My biggest problem with Resistance is the ending, which I will not spoil. I felt that the ending was not satisfying and a wee bit over dramatic/unnecessary. Needless to say, I did not enjoy the ending of the novel.
   Back to the positives, I really liked the concepts of the Defectives powers. They were each individual and unique. To sum it up, I liked but did not love Resistance and give it the rating of  TWO AND A HALF  STARS OUT OF FIVE!
*Advanced Readers Copy Review* 


Saturday, 11 April 2015

The Institute (The Institute #1) by Kayla Howarth (Review)

    In a post apocalyptic world where Defectives are rounded up and forced to live separate from society in unknown conditions, Allira Daniels will do anything to keep her family safe from the Institute. Specifically her  younger brother with the ability to see the future, labeling him a dangerous "Defective" to society.
     I actually quite enjoyed the narration of The Institute. The tone of voice was very effective in its story telling and consistent with the personality of the main character Allira. I did have some trouble with the commencements of the story because it did have a lul not far into the story, boring me a bit. The redeeming factor for it is that if the reader pushes through the lull, they will be a huge surprise/plot twist to come, making the wait worth it. The story its self is very interesting and touches the emotions of the reader very effectively at many different moments. Heads up, there is a cliff hanger ending! Be aware of that, in case you love or hate those. There is a sequel to this called Rebellion. I enjoyed The Institute and give it the rating of THREE AND A HALF STARS!
*Advanced Readers Copy Review*

Thursday, 9 April 2015

Getting to Know the Authors: Featuring Kayla Howarth!

Bio 
     Kayla was born and raised on the Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia. She still resides there with her husband and son, working part time for a medical pathology lab while working on her writing.
Her love of reading and movies inspired her to start something she never dreamed possible: Writing her first novel.
     When she's not working, looking after her son, or writing, you'll most likely find her hosting her own dance party in the kitchen while she does the dishes. (Where her husband will argue that more dancing is achieved than clean plates.)


What has she written?
She has written The Institute and Resistance!


Now on to the Interview!!
1) How old were you when you started writing, in your opinion?
I loved writing in High School, choosing Literature as an elective subject. I never thought in a million years I’d try to make something of it. I was twenty-eight when I finally realised what I wanted to be when I grew up:  an author.

2)What do you want a reader to gain from reading your works?
I hope that anyone who reads my books can find an escape, get lost in a different world, and forget about reality. Even if it’s just for a little while. 

3) What are your three top suggestions on becoming an author, or being a pleasure writer?
1. Read. A lot. I believe my writing improves with the more books I read. I’ve learned what I like to see as a reader, and what I don’t, and I try to incorporate that into my own writing.
2. Keep writing, even when you’re blocked. I always tell myself that it doesn’t matter how bad the first draft is. It can always be fixed during editing. But having SOMETHING down is better than nothing. It’s moving the story along.
3. Don’t fret about what other people think. Not everyone is going to like your work, and that’s okay.

4) What is your favourite novel, why?
The Hunger Games, and for many reasons. The strong female lead, the originality of the story, the way it’s written. I hadn’t even picked up a book in years, until I saw The Hunger Games at the movies. And even then, it was my husband who bought the books! I started reading them one night and five days later I was finished and suddenly wanting to read every YA book I could get my hands on.

5) Who is your favourite author, why?
Goes without saying that it’s Suzanne Collins. The Hunger Games inspired me to begin writing in the first place.

6) What are your favorite pass times besides writing?
Reading is a given. Watching movies. I love ten pin bowling, even though I never have the time to go and I’m really, REALLY bad at it.

7) Who in your life do you credit your imagination to the most?
I have no idea where my overactive imagination comes from. I’ve always had it. 

8) What are the top five things on your bucket list?
See the Northern Lights
Have a white Christmas (don’t get those in Australia!)
Learn archery
Run a half marathon
Own something from Tiffany’s

9) What is your funniest childhood memory?
Maybe not the funniest, but definitely one of my most memorable. Travelling to New Zealand with my family, we were told of a cave that had “invisible water”. Thinking ‘right, whatever’, we went to this cave, climbed down numerous steps, weaved our way through other tourists who were also looking for this ‘magical’ water, only to get to the bottom and see bright aqua water pooled at the bottom of the cave. Needless to say I felt ripped off. Shuffling a little closer, “The water is right there!” I exclaimed.  I turned to see my mother and sisters laughing at me. “Look down,” my mother said. I had stepped in the water and I didn’t even know it! And then I felt it seep into my shoes. I had to trudge all the way back with soaking wet feet.

10) To the youth of today, if you could tell them one thing, what would it be?
May the odds be ever in your favor.

Excerpt from Resistance by Kayla Howarth!

   Here is a special excerpt from Resistance coming out next month May 2015, sequel to The Institute by  Kayla Howarth!

      "That whole night is still a bit of a blur, starting from when I first woke up on the hard ground in the middle of a forest. 
   Trees surrounded me, only giving partial view to the stars and sky above me. Cicadas chirped loudly in my ears.
    My mother leaned down, gently brushing my cheek with her hand. She said… something, but I couldn’t make it out.
    “What?” I croaked, my voice hoarse.
    “Welcome to the Resistance,” she said, her voice calm and soothing.
    “The what?” I said, confused.
    I tried to stand, pushing my mother out of my way, but I was wobbly on my feet.
Chad was suddenly at my side. “Sorry about that. I didn’t want to drug you but we knew you’d put up a fight, scream, and probably wake up Drew,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist and holding me close.
    “You drugged me!?”
    He winced. “Not my idea.” He glared at Paxton.
    My vision started to blur. “What is this?” I asked as Chad lowered me back down to the ground.
    “There’s so much to say,” my mother said. My mother. I couldn’t believe I was sitting just a few feet away from the woman who died eight years ago.
I was in too much shock to feel anything. Numbness took over my body and it was like I was slipping into a haze.
    The only thing I could focus on was Paxton’s tone of voice when he said, “We don’t have enough time to explain everything.” He was strictly business.
    What is Paxton even doing here? I thought to myself. He’s one of them. He’s the guy who “tested” my amplification ability by making me blow up a car battery alongside another Institute resident.           He’s the one who deemed me good enough to be recommended for the agent program. He showed me around the training centre, inducted me into the program. He’s one of them!
Ignoring his words, I glared at my mother, wanting answers. “You’ve been alive this whole time? You walked out on us, abandoned us, for what?”
    “It’s not as simple as that, Lia.” Her voice was small. “If you come with us, we’ll have all the time in the world to discuss it.”
    “Go with you, where?”
    They all started talking at me, cutting each other off, trying to explain what was happening. Whether it was the drugs or the lingering shock, I don’t know, but my brain wasn’t in comprehension mode. All I could gather was they wanted to take me somewhere, over the small mountain range that has been the backdrop of my horizon for my entire life. They were all expecting me to make this momentous decision on spur of the moment. To go with them or to stay? I sat there, watching the five of them talking and arguing over what would be best for me like I wasn’t even there.
    It didn’t help that Paxton kept saying over and over again, “We don’t have time for this. She needs to decide now, before it’s too late.”
    That’s when I snapped.
    “Everyone shut up!” I yelled. They all turned to look at me, stunned at my outburst. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here. I need to get this straight. You’re saying the Resistance have a compound out west, close to the radiation perimeter, completely secure from the outside world. And you want me to go there?”
   They all nodded.
   “Okay, so what about Shilah? I can’t just leave him at the Institute.” I shake my head, my decision made. “No way. It’s not going to happen. You don’t think Brookfield will punish him if I go missing?” I turned to Chad. “How did you get away?” I looked down at my wrist but my tracker was gone.
   “It was always the plan to get out,” Chad said with little emotion.
   “Why didn’t you tell me?”
   He ran a hand through his hair. “I wanted to. Tate wouldn’t let me.”
   “So Tate’s in on it, too?”
   “He’s kind of our leader,” Ebb added.
   “Leader?!”
   “There’s eight of us, actually,” my mother said.
   “Total?” I asked, which received a few chuckles.
   “Eight leaders,” Paxton clarified. “Tate, your mum, me, Chad’s mother, and four others you’ll meet when you come with us.”
   I shook my head. “No. I’m not leaving Shilah.”
   “He’ll be safe, I’ll make sure of it,” Aunt Kenna said.
   “How could you make sure of it?”
   She came to sit beside me on the hard ground. When I turned to look at her, I was no longer looking at my Aunt, but at the doctor who treated me at the hospital when I hurt my ankle at the Institute.
   “You!” I screamed.
   “I wanted to tell you. So badly.”
   I reached over to touch her face and she let out a small laugh. Her face contorted slightly, making my hand flinch away from her. When I looked back at her face, she was Aunt Kenna again.
   “I can shape shift. But it’s not all that impressive considering I only have the two faces to change into.”
   In the middle of a forest, surrounded by these people who were meant to be my family and friends, I realised I truly knew nothing about any of them.
   “Is there anyone who hasn’t lied to me?” I asked no one in particular.
   “It was too risky to tell you, Lia,” Aunt Kenna said. “I’m not Kenna to the Institute. They only know me as Kandice Randall. They don’t know I’m your aunt, they don’t know I’m Defective. I’ve been working for them for years and they’re none-the-wiser about my true identity. I couldn’t risk exposing myself.”
   Ebb suddenly appeared at my other side. She didn’t walk over to me, it was like she blinked and was suddenly there. I stared at her, wide eyed. “I can teleport,” she said nonchalantly, wrapping her arm around me.
   With each new reveal, it’s was like a wire in my tiny, naïve brain short circuited. I furrowed my brows in confusion and pain.
   “I know how you’re feeling. I felt the same when Chad approached me to join them,” Ebb said, like it was meant to reassure me.
   “I—”
   “I’m really sorry, Allira. You need to make a decision,” Paxton cut in.
   “What happens if I say no?”
   “You won’t remember this ever happened,” Paxton replied.
   “How?”
   Paxton gestured to my mother.
   “I tamper with memories,” she simply stated.
   “What if I don’t want to forget? If what you’re offering me is real, I want it. I want it more than almost anything. Almost. But Shilah’s safety comes first.”
   Chad asked for a moment alone.
   “Two minutes,” Paxton said, gesturing for the others to leave us.
   Chad took Ebb’s spot next to me. “I wanted to tell you.”
   I didn’t respond. I didn’t know how to.
   “Come with me.”
   “Just like that? Leave and don’t worry about the consequences? You’re not scared about what will happen to Tate with you gone?”
   “He told me to leave. He also told me to drag you with me – kicking and screaming.” He took a piece of paper out of his pocket. “This is from him.”
   I was hesitant at first, but reluctantly reached for it. Placing it on my lap, I stared at it, willing myself to build the courage to open it. It didn’t come. “I want to. I want to go with you, be with you… and my family,” I added, suddenly aware of the words that were falling out of my mouth.
   “Then come with me,” he repeated. He reached over and tucked my hair behind my ear. With that one simple gesture, I was so close to saying yes.
   “Get Shilah out, and I will,” I whispered as a lump formed in my throat.
   That was it. I’d made up my mind. "