Khanh, first of her name, mother of bunnies > Books: religious-spiritual (35)
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0545509939
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it was ok
| He shook his head. “Poor little rich girl,” he mumbled. He shook his head. “Poor little rich girl,” he mumbled.I don't think I'm alone in being fascinated by Pompeii. It's the site of a vast volcanic eruption that happened in 79 A.D. The city and its inhabitants were caught mostly unaware. Many of them died right there, holding their loved ones. Buried and burned alive under a river of lava. There are some pretty heartbreaking images. [image] I am a morbid mofo, so when I sought out a book set in Pompeii at the time of the Mt. Vesuvius explosion, I wanted explosions, fires, earthquakes, deaths. Instead, I got a lot of details on how the upper-class people and gladiator slaves lived their lives, and not much more than that for the greater parts of the book. The good: 1. It is historically accurate 2. Painstaking details on the lives of the lesser gladiators The bad: 1. It is dull, there's a lot of historical details, and not much else 2. It has a character who is intrinsically naive and Too Stupid To Live towards the end; while it's not her fault that she's so sheltered, it's also doesn't make for very good reading 3. A love triangle with a twist 4. A paranormal "curse" element that just felt completely out of place in a historical novel The Summary: Lucia's life doesn't seem that bad. Fine, she's a girl when her father wanted a boy, and he hates her for that, but her father is fairly well-off, and as an upper-middle class woman, she's got a leisurely life. So what's the big deal? Lucia was sure that the white-haired gentleman reclining on the dining couch before her would make a delightful grandfather. As a future husband, though, he left a great deal to be desired.Ick. Ok, that's pretty bad. Lucia's father has just given her away to a man old enough to be her grandfather. To make it worse, hubby-to-be is old-fashioned, and a non-believer in educating females. Lucia a Roman trophy wife. But still, it's a better life than Tages (called Tag). He is her father's medical slave, a native Etruscan whose family have had their property taken away and given away in bondage as punishment. He has known nothing but slavery his whole life. Tag was sent away a few years back, and now he's returned, a handsome young man who captures Lucia's attention, as a man, not as a childhood playmate. He wants a chance at his freedom, and aspires to be a gladiator. And he's got to deal with an annoying new gladiator trainee, a pompous young patrician toff named Quintus. The patrician untied his filigreed, embroidered belt and began shrugging out of his tunic. Tag noticed how carefully he protected his oiled curls as he pulled the tunic over his head. Gods, the other gladiators were going to eat him alive.Meanwhile, strange things are happening in Pompeii. Earthquakes, tremors, animals being jittery. As a scholar, Lucia feels like something bad is going to happen, but nobody will listen to her, because she is young and female. Lucia and Tag gradually fall in forbidden love, as another threatens their romance, and as the shadow of Mt. Vesuvius looms. I'm sorry, I can't make the book sound any more exciting than that, because it isn't. The Background: I am not an expert on Roman culture, by any means, but I love my history and I can smell bullshit when I see it. This book felt both historically accurate and exceedingly well-researched. The details about the gladiator school are well-described, the everyday events of both the lives of Lucia the young mistress and Tages the slave were both well-depicted. History lovers will enjoy the minutiae. The Characters: “Lucia. Did you really bring me out here so that you could lecture me on how you marrying a rich man is like me being a slave?”Lucia is an exceedingly frustrating one. She is naive, and since she is a young Roman woman, she should be. The thing is that she is so much so that I just wanted to shake her at times. For one, she doesn't realize the class difference between her and Tag until he points it out. She is SO privileged in comparison, and she hardly realizes it. Yeah, I know it sucks being betrothed to a much older man, but she's still going to have a life as a wealthy, pampered mistress. Unlike Tages, Lucia still has her freedom. She will be free to walk around. She will never fear being whipped by an owner. She will never be a slave, and she can't wrap that concept around her head. She thinks she has it soooooooooooo bad, and Tages loses patience with her. I don't blame him one bit. “Look, I don’t have the luxury of having a philosophical discussion about the nature of freedom. As a slave, it means only one thing to me — no longer being owned by another human being.”Lucia really is a poor little rich girl. She is smart, but she is exceedingly dull. Book smart doesn't equal common sense, and Lucia has very little of the latter. I wanted to smack Lucia on the head. She has a little girl's dream of running away without consequence, and she is, frankly, really, really dumb. All Lucia thinks about is herself, and what she wants. She wants Tag? Sure, the solution is to run away, who cares about his dad, who cares about her dad, who cares about the other slaves who might get hurt in the process? And the eruption? Let's put it this way, let's pretend that I love you, the reader. No matter how much I love you, I will never rush into a burning town when the earth is rumbling and a volcano is about to explode. Why? Because this might happen to me. [image] Sorry, love of my life. You're on your own. I hope you don't suffer. I'm sure there are more painful ways of dying than being buried alive in a volcano. I don't want to find out. All quotes were taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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did not like it
| "Liv...it’s a name, a verb, a command. A notion of mortality. That’s a name ripe for some epic poetry. If I could write, I’d write you one, a poem. "Liv...it’s a name, a verb, a command. A notion of mortality. That’s a name ripe for some epic poetry. If I could write, I’d write you one, a poem.”In YA literature, I often find myself wishing I could kill the main character. This book did me a favor: it DID kill off the main character. Sadly, it didn't help. My headache persisted. You see, the girl still lives on, as an extremely irritating ghost, a tiresome, ceaselessly self-centered narrator. This book is categorized as "paranormal" only by technicality. It is nothing but nauseating, mindless wish-fulfillment. There is a girl who died in a well. If you are hoping for Anna Dressed in Blood or Ringu, you are sadly out of luck. The Big Bang Theory is wrong. The universe was created from the birth of Olivia Bloom. She is the center of the universe. Multiple ecosystems spawned from the fertility of her poop. The sun shines out of her asshole. This book is about nothing, nobody, but Liv. This book is less: [image] And more: [image] The only thing terrifying about this book is the astoundingly quick insta-love. There is a girl who is accepted to a most prestigious academy through no intelligence. She is picked up to her school by a white-gloved chaffeur and whisked off to her beautiful Gothic boarding school by a limousine. At her school, she is served by waiters at mealtime. Her things are unpacked, her room cared for by unseen servants. She has the most popular, most handsome boy in school pining for her since the moment they first lay eyes on each other. He will do anything for her. She instantly makes another guy friend who will also do anything for her. Including go to jail to help solve the mystery of her death. It's no big deal. What's more important is Liv, the dead Liv. “I appreciate the effort, man, but let it go,” Gabe said, sincerely. “You know what’s most important right now: to learn the truth and bring justice. For her.”No classes. No female friends. Stupid female rivals. Hot guys who adore her AND befriend her. This book is truly the epitome of idiotic, simpering wishfulness. The Summary: Part I: The Wish Fulfillment; Liv is an orphan. She lives with her foster parents. Don't worry, her foster parents aren't worthy of any mention in the book; they are placeholder only. Liv somehow gets accepted into the ultra-prestigious Wickham Hall. It's "the best prep school in the country." We have no idea how the fuck she gets in, except it's something vague about her art. Because her brains it ain't. My grades certainly didn’t get me into Wickham Hall. I assumed it was my portfolio.The school is beautiful. Stunning. The students are dull. Every single girl is a clone, except for Liv. They dressed the same. Their hair was almost identical. Their skin was milky with the occasional bout of freckles. Their noses even turned up in the same way. But mostly, they all talked the same.Liv, who stands out. Liv, who is the object of ostracization because every single girl hates her. Liv, who immediately falls for the most unattainable boy in school, Malcolm Astor. That’s when I noticed him. He was standing next to the headmaster, still looking at me even though the others had turned away. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away. But I could feel his gaze linger. I desperately willed my face not to flush, my lips not to purse. Suddenly I was aware of every single muscle in my face.Malcolm Astor, who immediately singles Liv out for his specialized attention, the most prestigious First Dance at the school ball. I looked up, mouth full of bread, to see what had happened and...he was there.Not only is there Golden Boy Malcolm, but there is brooding, dark Gabe. He was skittish and intense, but his brown eyes were gentle. Still, I wanted to keep at least three feet away. He was almost exactly how I’d always pictured Vincent Van Gogh—in other words, pretty crazy.Two boys, ever so different. *rolls eyes* Classes, fuck classes. What classes? It's apparently a boarding school (and a prestigious educational institution) in name only, because it seems that all Liv does is paint and continue her courtship of Malcolm. This is a paranormal book, after all, but the only thing I found abnormal about this book is Malcolm's perfection and their courtship. They kiss within 10% of the book. They go on romantic dates. There has never been such an idealized teenaged boy as Malcolm. He takes her on trips to dark, romantic gravestones. He makes her a playlist. Malcolm let go of my hand and took out his iPod. He clicked it on and then handed it to me. A playlist called Liv, Forever was cued up.Malcolm then takes her on a romantic sun-dappled tour of the school based on that playlist. And we walked along a sun-dappled path, comfortable like two people who’d known each other forever.*gag* Malcolm offers to be her fucking canvas. He turned to me. “Draw on me.”Of course it is. Oh, wait. Isn't this supposed to be a paranormal novel? Oh, here it comes. SHE DIES! My head whipped back from its force. And that’s when everything went black.Part II: I'm pretty when I'm dead; And the wish-fulfillment continues. You see, Liv is pretty, even when she's dead. My body was cold and dull. Plump with death. I looked almost serene. My dark hair spread around my head, kind of like that famous painting of Ophelia floating in the river. Funny, I’d made so many self-portraits and yet I’d never really looked at myself and realized I was actually kind of pretty.Her so-perfect lover weeps over her, ever so dramatically. She is loved when she is lost. He kneeled on the ground next to my body and kissed my cheek.Crime-scene contamination, be damned. Liv is dead. So beautiful. So young. So tragic. Like the a sad, sad night lit by stars. I was separate from the world. I had become the star, hadn’t I? That tragic, lonely thing.Like a fallen angel, beautiful in her fragility! I imagined myself an angel. I kind of was, wasn’t I?For someone dead, she sure is full of herself. Apparently, she's a ghost now. Liv is dead! Murdered! Ohnoes! Now we must investigate her death. But however will she do that?! Enter Gabe also known as walking, talking deus ex fucking machina because he can hear ghosts. Together, the three of them will investigate her death! Liv will use her supernatural abilities as a ghost to discover who killed her!!!!!!!!!!! Part II: Love after death I waited and waited until there was enough condensation for me to write a single sentence. It took every ounce of willpower to ignore the pain in my fingertip. But I did it.Or she could just use it to write a note to her lover. Same thing, really. -_________________- The Setting: WHAT SETTING? ARE WE IN HIGH SCHOOL? You wouldn't bloody know. There is not a single instance of actually attending any class outside of art, in which they're pretty much fucking free to do what they want. It's supposed to be a beautiful Northeastern United States setting with pretty leaves, pretty buildings...and that's it. There are no relevant students because the only person the book is concerned with is Liv and those connected to her. There are no academics because Liv doesn't give a fuck about academia. There are no classes because it would interfere with Liv's social life and her courtship with Malcolm. There are a lot of walking around on the beautiful campus...because it's a beautiful campus. It was mid-afternoon so there were no stars, of course, but the leaves were every possible orange and the clouds were perfect puffs.It's not so much a school campus, as it is vacation resort. The Mary Sue: There is room for only one relevant female in this book, and there is no doubt that star is Liv Bloom. Liv is one of the most useless, self-centered character I have ever encountered. She is a heroine of the Bella Swan sort because she is completely, utterly worthless in every way but her love interests can't see it. She is an artist, but we don't really see much of that, nor is she a credible one, because her art is, well...herself. A self-portrait. Almost all my drawings are self-portraits. They don’t necessarily look like me—in fact, they rarely do—but they represent me.Yet somehow, everyone thinks she is fucking perfection. Her new art teacher raves over her talents. Talents of which we are never convinced. “You are so talented. Do you understand? Your skill is exceptional. If you unleash and add true emotion to your work, it will sing, Olivia! It will fly!”Her new boy toy knows that she is the one approximately 15 minutes after meeting her, after knowing nothing about her. “I think I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”The Artistic References: Listen, I like art as much as the next person. I studied it for years when I was younger, but there is a way to appreciate art, and shoving it down the readers' throat isn't it. There is an incredible amount of artistic name-dropping in this book. Klimt. Pollock. Modigliani. Yue. Van Gogh. Rothko. But then images started to emerge from the darkness around us. At first they were pleasant: a Titian cherub, a Chagall angel. But then one of Bosch’s devils appeared. And Munch’s screaming terror. Francis Bacon’s agonizing Pope. And one of Basquiat’s jagged skulls.It feels forced. It feels false. It feels like the book is trying too hard. The Romance: This book is filled with the most romantic, the most unrealistic of fantasies. The perfect golden boy, the "Abercrombie & Fitch" boy. The one who recites poetry to her underneath a moonlit, star-filled sky. There was an opening in the canopy of trees where we could see the brilliant moon. And stars. Hundreds of them. He took my hand. He held it strongly—with commitment. We lay there silently for a long while until he spoke.Fuck curfew. What curfew. Is this even a school? The romance in this book is so incredibly unrealistic. It truly is insta-love. They fall for each other within 10% of the book. The Big L word is said before 33% of the book is through. The hearts go pitter and patter, but true to the art theme in this book, it has to sound good in an artistic manner. I was dying inside. Brain exploding like a Pollock. Heart melting like one of Dalí’s clocks.Malcolm is completely unrealistic. he is too perfect to be true. He cries. And he cried. He didn’t have that embarrassed look guys usually have when they cry, like the way my dad had struggled against his tears. Malcolm let go, without shame.Repeatedly. Unashamedly. I'm not saying that men can't cry, I'm saying that Malcolm's image in this book is too romanticized, too idealistic to be realistic. Malcolm talks to his dead lover's ghost. He speaks words right out of the scripts of a chick-flick romance. “You know what I wish?” he asked.The romance is completely, utterly ludicrous. As is the entirety of this book. ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5 If you liked the Grave Mercy series, you will love this book. Frankly, I found Grave Mercy to be boring as fuck, and I ended up liki Actual rating: 3.5 If you liked the Grave Mercy series, you will love this book. Frankly, I found Grave Mercy to be boring as fuck, and I ended up liking this book a lot better. If you are a fan of the video games Prince of Persia, Assassin's Creed, you will find the setting in this book pretty fucking awesome, because that's where we are, yo! Mysterious sect of assassins training in a desert hideout? Check! Crusadin' Templars? Check! Saladin? (Yes, THAT Saladin!). Check! There is political intrigue, there is vengeance, there is bloodshed. If you're in need of your lords and ladies and palaces, there is that, too; we spend a considerable amount of time spying within the royal courts of Medieval Jerusalem. This is one of the more unusual books I've read. It is set in the time of the Crusades, in Syria. The heroine is a Muslim (Saracen ) girl who trains to be an Assassin. Don't worry, there is nothing preachy and religious about this book. I am the first to cry bloody fucking murder if a book tries to impress religion upon me; this book talks about religion, both Christian and Islam, with a more analytical perspective, appropriate to the historical time period. This book is about a Muslim warrior girl, but it does not try to push any religion upon its reader at all. There are a number of good things about this book: 1. An assassin girl who actually kills 2. An assassin girl who's completely uninterested in pretty pretty clothes; SHE WANTS VENGEANCE, BLOODY VENGEANCE 3. Believable characterization (and "damaged," she is raped, and she has to come to terms with her self-loathing) 4. No insta-love, no love triangle, light on the romance 5. An awesome setting 6. No girl-on-girl hate, positive portrayal of other female characters So why the 3.5 instead of 5? 1. More assassin, please 2. The beginning & the plot - it took quite some time for this book to get going 3. The writing - it was good, not great; no purple prose, but the writing didn't have anything amazing going for it. There was a lot of telling, and it lacked the kind of brilliant psychoanalytical insight I seek. The writing is action-filled, but I found it to be very much dry at some points. It just lacks pure emotion. 4. The flashbacks - again, in the beginning, there was a considerable amount of flashback that dragged the story down considerably 5. The magic - it felt completely unnecessary, it was largely unexplained; I felt that the main character and the book itself, would have been stronger without it 6. The names. WHY ZAYN? Most of the Muslim characters in the book have somewhat normal names, but I just don't really get why the main character has to have such a strange, outlandish name that does not befit the time period. The Summary: Zayn is a 17-year old Saracen (Muslim) girl, living in the village of Rafaniyah with her mother, Miriam. We are in Syria, in the time of the Medieval Crusades. Their little village has been conquered by the Frankish lords, and they are serfs who harvest olives for a living. Zayn is not a well-loved girl within her village. She is a bastard. Her mother, Miriam, is shunned for having a child out of wedlock. She is branded a whore. Her daughter is little more than disgrace. Zayn doesn't know who her father is---her mother keeps that a closely guarded secret, but Zayn has always been different, she is stronger, faster than others; she feels a fire within her when she gets enraged. Zayn turns down a forced marriage to a village leaders' son; in vengeance, the village turns against her. The villagers claim that Zayn is a witch. They say that her mother is a whore. Guy de Molay, the village's Templar leader, captures them. Guy de Molay burns her mother at the stakes, he forces Zayn to watch that fiery death, he rapes Zayn. Zayn survives the rape, but she wants to die. On her way to kill herself, she is interrupted by a man. He has an offer for her. “Be reasonable. If I leave you here, you will most likely die, and Guy de Molay wins. Come with me, and you get your chance at retribution. Which option appeals to you more?”Come with him, train to be an assassin. Use her extraordinary strength to be an asset. In return, he will help her get revenge on Guy de Molay. The man's name is Junaid, he is a Commander with the Assassins, a heretical sect of Islam. They are little more than mercenaries. They are spies, killers, in a truce with the great warrior, Saladin. Zayn is to become one of them. There is no room for weakness, there is no time for self-pity. It is a brutal test to become an Assassin, and it doesn't matter that Zayn is a woman. She has to survive, she has to excel like anyone else to become one of them. Failure is not an option. There is no room for fear. Junaid did not smile back. His eyes were hard. “I cannot teach you if you are afraid. Faithful Ones are chosen not only because of strength of mind and body, but also strength of character. You will be expelled at the slightest sign of weakness, and I will take you back to the sheepherder’s shed so that you may finish what I interrupted.”Zayn trains, day in and out. She fights. She hones her skills. Not everyone is her friend, in fact, almost nobody is; Zayn is a woman, reviled, distrusted for the rumors regarding her strength. Zayn is hated by her male peers, she is seen as filthy because she is a woman, because she menstruates. “I speak for many of us when I say this,” Bashar continued, ignoring her. “We do not think she belongs here. She will only cause us trouble. Furthermore, it has come to our attention that she is currently unclean.” He watched Zayn’s jaw drop with relish. “We strongly believe she should abstain from handling holy texts and training with us until she is clean again.”That douchebag. *ahem* Zayn undergoes extensive training. She learns to fight, she learns social graces, courtly etiquette. It doesn't come second nature to Zayn, because she is not a girly girl, but these skills will come in handy, for Zayn's next mission will take place in the royal courts in Jerusalem, as a lady-in-waiting to a noblewoman, Lady Marguerite. In Jerusalem, a childhood friend will resurface. A former crush, which may grow to be something more, if he doesn't blow her disguise first. Zayn has a lot to overcome, including her own passion, her anger (which is so thoroughly justified)... “Your anger,” he interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. Like his eyes. “She says your passion burns brightly in your face, Zayn. How will you deceive a Frank, a lady, a knight, when your hatred for them is so clearly written in your eyes?”And her own self-loathing because of her rape. You are ruined, and no man will ever love you.The Setting: This is such an unusual setting, and I absolutely loved it. I can probably count on one hand the number of books with a Middle-Eastern medieval setting. I hate to use the word exotic, but that's what it was. It is different, it is unusual, it's not something you encounter every day in a book. We are taken from small olive-farming villages to the large town of Acre. It is glorious, brilliant with color. Its domes, spires, and minarets shimmered white in the sun, contrasting brightly with the aquamarine water. Ships from Venice and Genoa and even farther away crowded the harbor, a forest of galleys and pinnaces, all laden with goods. A caravan of bedouin camels traipsed through the dust, carrying bolts of silk and bales of spices.Which mask some very real human suffering as they travel deeper into the kingdom of Jerusalem. Beggars pulled at her skirts, stretching their disfigured hands out to her in supplication. Blind, legless, leprous—they were all there, hiding in the shade. A one-eyed woman, cradling a tiny baby, peered up at her from within a worn, sun-beaten face. Zayn tossed down her coins and tried to shut the woman—all of them—from her mind. She had never seen such human suffering. And this in the holiest of cities.We are brought into the royal courts, gloriously decorated, wined and dined with sumptuous feasts. There is King Baldwin, the young Leper King of Outremer and his sister, the widowed Queen Sibylla. As far as I can tell, the history and the timeline within this book are historically accurate, nothing sticks out for the worse. Zayn, The Girl: Zayn is deeply sympathetic, and I felt a great deal of compassion for her. There is the major driving force of her rape...though she survives, she can't help but feel like she has been violated by it, body and mind. She thinks she is unloveable. She thinks she is ruined. Zayn is afraid to love, because she feels like love will never find her again because she has been rendered worthless because of her rape. I’m damaged. I’m afraid to trust men. I don’t know how to cope with my feelings for you.Zayn hates herself so much, her rape has changed the way she sees her own body. Zayn thinks she is worthless, she hates her body, she hates her body for what it has brought her. She hated herself, the curves of her body, the hairless skin of her face, her childlike eyes and lips…everything that made her female and feminine.Zayn has to overcome so much in order to trust herself again, and I admire her so much for it. Zayn, The Assassin: Zayn has natural, slightly magical talents, but she works hard, and she trains hard for it. She is "different," yes, but it doesn't define her, because this is a girl who actually puts in the sweat, the blood, and the tears. Zayn is not afraid to kill. But sometimes, she falters, and it pissed me off. But there was something else, too…something that maddened her with its simplicity, with its validity: Earic Goodwin. His presence had shattered her focus.She is so obsessed with her conscience sometimes, and how she is perceived by someone she admires that she allows that to fuck with her focus and thus make her lose track of her mission. I liked the fact that she is a warrior, I just wished Zayn was more bad-ass. The Romance: Very light, but it's a little unbelievable. It's a childhood crush that comes back to haunt her. Their interaction is thankfully few, and that's what makes the romance---when it sends twinges into Zayn's heart---so much more unbelievable. I'm glad that the romance is not the focus of the book, but I wish that there was either less of it, or more of it, so that the relationship feels more realistic. Overall: A solid debut, and an interesting premise that you don't come across every day. Quotes were taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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it was ok
| "Not everyone is created equal.” "Not everyone is created equal.”This is standard Armentrout. Fans of her books will love it, people who wants something a little less...formulaic, like me, will be disappointed. I keep reading her books, hoping that something will change for the better. So far, nothing had. This book is about gargoyles and demons. But don't get the wrong impression. It's less this: [image] And more this: [image] This is standard Armentrout in that: 1. The main heroine is the star of the show, there is no doubt about it, the universe revolves around her and only her 2. There is slut-shaming. There is an ample shortage of meaningful female friendship, there is plenty of slutty girls around, including her best friend, all designed to make the heroine seem virginal, chaste, and pure in contrast 3. The heroine is special, different, one of a kind, due to only the fact that she was born to an extraordinary heritage; she does nothing to earn our respect 4. There is a love triangle, and further than that, almost every eligible person with a penis around her age range wants her milkshake 5. There is more flirting than plot 6. The heroine is supposed to be kick-ass, but she is rescued all the fucking time The good: 1. The writing is enjoyable, the book itself is a light, quick read 2. The setting is a predictable, light, traditional Urban Fantasy with characters we don't see too often---gargoyes (but the book still needs more garrgoyles and less hot-men-outside-of-stone-form) The Summary: Gargoyles exist. They are called Wardens. 10 years ago, they came out in public. The world knows that gargoyles exist now, and there's surprisingly little hullabaloo about it. Miley Cyrus twerkin' on Robin Thicke's crotch got a more shocked reaction than we were shown in this book. ...the Wardens went public ten years ago. The Alphas had ordered the Wardens to come out of the shadows. To humans, Wardens had come out of their stone shells. After all, the gargoyles adorning many churches and buildings had been carved to resemble a Warden in his true skin.Huh, gargoyles exist. Ok. Layla is 17 years old. She is beautiful, but doesn't really consider herself that pretty. I mean, Layla only looks like an elf-princess. What's so special about that? Zayne said I looked like the long-lost sister of the elf in Lord of the Rings. That was a huge confidence booster. Sigh.Sigh, indeed. Fuck, it must be so horrible to go through life all blonde and elfin, looking like Legolas' sister. Tough existence, man. To top it off, she's in love with a gorgeous Warden guy (Zayne) who only sees her as a sister. A really hot sister with whom he loves going on coffee dates. Layla is special. She is half-Demon, half-Warden. She looks like a human and she cannot shift into a monster-like stone gargoyle form because she is a half-blood. Therefore, Layla is half-blood, all beautiful. Special without the ugly side effects of being a gargoyle-like Guardian. Layla is an orphan (oh hello there, trope). She has amnesia (trope). She doesn't know anything about her birth or her parents (trope). Her Warden guardians keep everything a secret from her (trope). One day, while stupidly chasing down a minor demon into a dark alley, Layla nearly gets killed. She is rescued by a dark, handsome, sexy Upper Level Demon. His name is Roth. He has a snake named Bambi. I don't mean to say his penis is named Bambi, I mean he has a snake tattoo that comes to life whose name is Bambi. No—not a mass, but a huge freaking snake at least ten feet long and as wide as I was.Sexy Demon Roth starts showing up everyfuckingwhere Layla goes. She goes to school. He's there. He shows up whenever she needs help, like a demonic guardian angel. Where I'm from, we call that a fucking stalker. Layla knows that. She trusts him anyway. “You don’t? I was following you.”Oh, he's not just a stalker, he's a pervert, too. He leaned in again, his lips brushing the curve of my cheek. “Let me suggest more appropriate places. I have this piercing—”Oh, wait, there's a reason he's following her. Layla is special. She was born to a special destiny, and he was meant to protect her. Roth let out a low breath. “Your mother was known by many names...And because of that, you’re on Hell’s Most Wanted List.”Naturally, Layla is inclined to believe the stranger she just met over the people who have raised her for the past 10 years. Roth and Layla kiss, they flirt, they go out on dates. They spend nights together, staring longingly into each other's eyes. They go to bed together---but they just talk, because demons are such gentlemen that way. What is The Lesser Key of Solomon? More importantly, will the two hot, gorgeous men in her life ever stop fighting over Layla? Zayne’s grip relaxed. “Shut up.”The Girl-Hate: There's room for only one good girl in this book, and that girl is Layla. Layla is virginal, pure. Layla and her best friend Stacey tease each other by calling each other names. Stacey is, of course, presented as the slut, the hobag, while innocent Layla is the virgin. Stacey only blinked, looking like she was coming out of some kind of bizarre trance. I scribbled hobag across her notes. She laughed and wrote virgin ice princess across mine.Even an insult, a tease, is designed to make Layla look good against her slutty best friend Stacey. Stacey is sex on wheels. Stacey started to tug her shirt up as a shield, but must’ve realized there wasn’t enough material there.She dresses sexily, and the book presents it to us as a bad thing. Stacey was saying as she threw herself into her seat. “I didn’t sneak out of the house dressed like this for no good reason.”Stacey constantly makes sexual jokes and gestures. “Great!” Stacey chirped, backing off and gesturing wildly behind Roth. She was doing something with her hand and mouth that I knew Roth would be oh so down for.She is presented as a good friend, but so completely hypersexualized compared to Layla. Her character is insiduously presented as not as good, due to her sexualization. The other female characters in the book are either stupid sluts (Eva, the glammed up hobag Mean Girl classmate) or a scared female Warden (never mind that she's also a badass warrior herself), or a nice, beautiful Warden girl who's meant to be hated because of her interest in Layla's first love, Zayne. Danika is nice, but everything she does is seem as mean, an attack on Layla when all she wants to do is be helpful. I dumped the stuff in the garbage can, shoulders stiff. “I’m not going to jump on you and suck out your soul, if that’s what you’re worried about.”Everytime a female character outside of Layla does something remotely normal and nice, Layla snaps at her. There is no room in this book for a positive female figure besides Layla. The Setting: It's your traditional Urban Fantasy, with Angels, Demons, all that good stuff. This book breaks no molds in the setting. It is completely predictable in this sense, and that's just fine. We have Fiends, we have Posers (demons, heh), we have Zombies. Nothing out of the ordinary. What I do not like: The setting in this book is anticlimactic. There are gargoyles, humans know they exist...and there's an odd sense of "so what?" about it. People aren't exactly freaking out. There's a church rallying against Wardens... Every so often the Church of God’s Children held a rally against the Wardens and then made headlines. They’d been doing it ever since the public had found out about the Wardens’ existence.And that's the last we hear about it. The book is so centered around Layla and Layla only, so much that the outside world becomes completely secondary and almost gathers no mention in the book. The setting itself has gaps. There are Wardens...gargoyles...but almost no instance of actual gargoyles in the book. We rarely see the Wardens in action. It's more internal politics and living with the Wardens in human form than anything else. There's also the unbelievable case of "OH HUMANS KNOW ABOUT WARDENS BUT LET'S HIDE THE FACT THAT DEMONS EXIST!" Wut? The world would descend into chaos if humans knew demons were ordering their morning coffee right alongside them.Ok, so you're telling me that the world is ok with the existence of gargoyles, that stone men can come to life, but they'd completely freak out if they knew about the existence of demons? Wut? Layla, you've got me on my knees: *lyric from Eric Clapton* Everyone with a dick loves Layla. From hot, protective brother-figure Zayne. Zayne, who always wants to reassure Layla that she is good, despite what Layla thinks of herself. Zayne’s eyes flicked up. They seemed brighter than usual. “You’re...perfect just the way you are.”To schoolboy Gareth. “Wow, he is so checking you out.”To evil pervert Petr who wants her body. The line of his jaw hardened. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”To Roth. Roth, who only has eyes for Layla. Oh, the love triangle... “I...” I didn’t know. I loved Zayne, but I didn’t know what kind of love that was, and Roth... I thought I could be in love with him, if given time. Or maybe I already was, in a little way. “I don’t know.”It's enjoyable, but only as brain candy. If you're looking for more plot, more substance, I wouldn't recommend this. The character development and plausibility of the plot is absolutely lacking. ...more |
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I really, really fucking hate it when a character in a book refers to a character in another book and exclaims "She's just like me!" No, beeyotch, you
I really, really fucking hate it when a character in a book refers to a character in another book and exclaims "She's just like me!" No, beeyotch, you are not Elizabeth Bennet *snaps fingers*. No, you are not Juliet. Do you even realize how stupidly the characters in Romeo & Juliet behaved? Nuh uh. Don't you dare make that claim. Therefore, it is with the greatest amount of shame and hypocritical horror when I found myself laughing as I read this book, "MEDA IS JUST LIKE ME." I don't know how Ms. Eliza Crewe managed to capture my personality so well without ever having known me, without having met me, without knowing of my existence in any conceivable way, but bravo, Ms. Crewe, BRAVO. Fine. There are some discrepancies between us, ok? I can't fight, and I'm more inclined to run (seriously, I am a fast little mofo), and I used to sleep with the blankets tucked up all around me, particularly around my feet so that monsters wouldn't eat my toes while I cowered in bed. And Meda, while fantastically snarky sometimes, never has a profanity-laden vocabulary. But it's all good. Meda is a teenager! I was a squeaky clean teenager once. But I can see the potential in Meda as she grows up to be more like me. Ah, Meda, my dear. You have much to learn as you grow into your twenties. Your mind and mouth will no longer censor itself, and Meda, my love...the fucks will fly. ^________^ I should probably go back to the actual review and talk about stuff that's relevant to this book. I will try to tone down my narcissism meanwhile... In short: Interesting (though imperfect) plot. Likeable main character. Above all else: the characters are fantastically conceptualized, the dynamics within the group are absolutely brilliant. Summary: Meda Melange isn't exactly human. She knows she's half human...but the other half certainly ain't anything remotely angelic. Why? Um, one clue may be the fact that SHE EATS SOULS. Here's where Meda and I differ: I crave chocolate, Meda craves souls. She's not all bad, though, she only munches on a soul every, say, month or so. Me, on the other hand *snorts*. Meda is pretty much indestructible to the average human. Her skin is like fucking steel. She almost cannot be hurt. Until she runs into a group of demons and realizes that...well, fuck, she's not so indestructible after all. Well, shit happens, and Meda lucked out and gets her ass saved (and eats a huge dose of humble pie in the process) by a group of Crusaders. No, not the ones in the 12th century who traipse to the Holy Land. These are oh-so-righteous people whose destiny is to protect humans with special destinies who will make a contribution to mankind called Beacons. They think Meda is a Beacon. Meda doesn't want to die. Meda lies her ass off. She pretends to be a Beacon in order to: 1. Infiltrate the Crusaders and figure out their super special secrets! 2. Survive (she did almost get her ass handed to her, after all, girl's gotta live) One thing leads to another, and Meda and her very disorganized group of Crusaders find themselves on the run from a bunch of bloodthirsty demons who wants Meda's ass handed to them on a silver platter. Meda seriously lucked out, because these Crusaders are good-hearted and are so convinced that she is a Beacon that they will risk their life to save her. Meda also slowly uncovers the truth about her past. There are secrets! Lies! A sexy half-demon in a dungeon! (Another way Meda and I differ, she ignores him, whereas I would have kept him imprisoned in my bedroom. It's understandable, though, Meda's not even legal yet.) Needless to say: this book is a lot of action, and a lot of fun. The Characters: The best thing about this book. Meda Melange is one of the funniest, most kick-ass character in YA paranormal that I have read in a long time. She is truly kick-ass. She can FIGHT, man. If Rose Hathaway and Charley Davidson were to have a daughter together, I like to think she would turn out to be just like Meda. Let's just conveniently ignore the fact that two females cannot have a child containing both their DNA. Because, as we all know, scientific facts have no place in YA literature. As a Soul Eater, Meda has twice the kick-assing potential of Rose Hathaway, and half of Charley Davidson's snark (and for many people, that's a good thing. Charley can be way too much sometimes.) Not everyone likes me. Not everyone likes my sense of humor, my snarkiness, my personality. That's fine. As such, not everyone will like Meda. There is a fine, fine line between humor and bitchiness, and as it turns out, Meda is a character I can relate to, a character I understand, a character whose personality I love. If you don't like her, if you hate her, if she grates on your nerves, it is completely within reason and I will not judge you for it. Meda has a hilarious inner monologue. The first few chapters are particularly brilliant examples of it. We get to see her bad-assedness firsthand as she ruthlessly kills a murderer and eats his soul. Truthfully, I would have liked to see her fight more instead of suppressing her inner demon and pretending to be a normal human girl. We get to see her internal weakness and her guilt at what she's done. We get to see her use her feminine charms and tears (she is not beyond fake-crying if it gets her out of a tough spot) to manipulate a very naive, starry-eyed Crusader boy: I consider the many tools at my disposal, eyeing his large blood-splattered frame, and settle on my weapon of choice – one so infrequently used I need to dust it off first.*snickers* Meda uses whatever she needs to lie, trick her way into the group to earn their trust. It doesn't always work---particularly when there's a fellow bad-assed girl in the Crusader group who's just not into her crap. Cue innocence! My sweet lashes flutter against my helpless cheeks, my useless hands wring the edge of my guiltless, blood-soaked nightgown. My lovely lips quiver over my pearly white teeth.Meda is not perfect. She feels guilt. She makes some discovery that blows her world apart. Her trust has been betrayed, her life has been a lie. She has to come to terms with that, as well as her own dark nature. She kills out of necessity, but she hates herself for it, when her base nature isn't rejoicing in the darkness. I’m ashamed of my wickedness – when I’m not reveling in it.Certain books completely ignore the side characters: this book does not. The side characters---namely, Jo, Chi (Malachi), and Uri, are all equally well drawn. The dynamics of their relationship are spectacular. Jo and Meda, and Jo and Chi in particular. Jo and Meda do not start off well. Jo is a really, really tough kick-ass girl. She is truly a match for Meda---except for the fact that she has lost one leg in a fight years ago. Meda and Jo start off on the wrong foot (no pun intended, I swear on my grandmother's grave, I would not be so callous D:). They distrust each other, Jo knows Meda isn't who she seems, she knows Meda's just putting on an act of innocence. In turn, Meda looks down on Jo, calls her a "gimp," because of her disability, and hates her tough-girl personality. Slowly, they learn to trust each other, they learn that each has her strengths and her underlying weakness, they come to trust each other, they develop an odd sort of friendship. The developing relationship between Meda and Jo is a beautifully written one. Jo is such a complex character, she hates herself, she hates her disability, she hates her helplessness. “I just get so mad sometimes. I’m never going to be a Crusader, never get married, never do anything. But who do I get to be angry at? The demons? They’re constantly trying to destroy mankind and, if at all possible, Heaven too. There’s enough reasons to be angry at them – my leg’s superfluous. The other students, the Crusaders for how they treat me? They’re not trying to be cruel, I am damaged. They’re so very kind, so full of pity. I’d rather they hate me than feel sorry for me.”Meda never sees Jo as helpless, and Jo appreciates her for that. Their friendship builds on top of that. Jo and Chi...wow. They were best friends, until the incident where Jo lost her leg. Chi feels guilty, and they both pull away from each other. “You don’t deserve to be a Crusader – and it isn’t because you don’t have the legs, but because you don’t have the heart.”Their hurt, their anger, their tense relationship is so intensely well done. The Romance: Um, what romance? Throw away your expectations of romance, of love. There's no insta-love, there's no love triangle, there's none of that shit here. Can I get a "Fuck yeah?" FUCK YEAH. The new attendee, a man, crouches in the doorway. Well, not really a man, a human teenager. One of God’s most misbegotten creatures – big like grown-ups and yet dumb like children. Selfish, moody, reckless, with a tendency to sleep too much and complain too often.This book is tremendously fun. It is not without its faults. There are elements in the book that I tend to frown upon (death of a parent, a special destiny), etc., but it is also wholly original in other. It takes quite a few YA tropes and throws it out the window to a bloody death, and I found it absolutely admirable. The book is action-driven, plot-driven. I would have liked this book to be less fast-paced. It felt like some scenes were glossed over far too fast, and I would have liked to know more about Meda's past. Not a perfect book, but still quite enjoyable. Because Meda is the main character. And Meda is so me, man! ...more |
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This book is an alternative retelling of Daddy Long Legs, with an absolutely absurd Mary Sue heroine who can be described at best as "hopelessly, unbe
This book is an alternative retelling of Daddy Long Legs, with an absolutely absurd Mary Sue heroine who can be described at best as "hopelessly, unbelievably innocent," and at worst "infuriatingly, incomprehensibly stupid." Whose head is invariably stuck in one of the following three places: - Up her ass - In the clouds - In a 19th century romance novel It is one thing to love the classics, it is another to live your life around it. It is still another when you are a pretentious little twat quoting passages from your favorite authors---a fair share of them fairly obscure---at any given moment in time, and at the most inappropriate moments. [image] And to turn down a marriage proposal by QUOTING ELIZABETH BENNET? “ ‘You’re the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.’ ” I finished with a direct quote, just to drive the nail deep.You, Samantha Moore, are a jerk. Let me mention that I believe that the author did not mean for her main character to come off this way. I am 99.8% sure that Ms. Reay intended for her protagonist to come off as charmingly naive, happily innocent, blessedly virginal, a sweetly flawed character that we will all love. It didn't work.This book and the main character would have worked considerably better in a 19th-early 20th century setting, when we give our heroines more flexibility to be innocent, sheltered, and forgive them for their acts of stupidity, since really, women back then truly didn't know any better, thanks to their social status, lack of opportunities, and general lack of education. This ain't the 19th century, and Sam is just plain dumb. The fact that she gets into graduate school proves nothing but the fact that she has more book smart than common sense (well, not too much more, considering she almost flunked out of school eventually) and some friends in high places. In a contemporary 21st century setting, Samantha Moore does not work quite so well. To put it frankly, she gets on my nerves with her overwhelming, incredible naiveté and lack of common sense, which is completely out of place with her role as a former foster child who was forced to live on the streets. Summary: Samantha (Sam) Moore is a product of the foster care system and the product of a broken household. Unlike children who have come out of these difficult circumstances with more determination, more resolve, more backbone, Sam comes through it with about as much toughness and street smarts as a newborn kitten swathed in organically grown cotton (can we get a collective "awww!" for my completely-unnecessary-yet-adorable metaphor?). If we are to believe it, Samantha has survived several tough foster families, she's been forced to practically raise her idiot of a mother, she's been abused by a mentally ill dad. Such things should toughen one up, right? But get this...when Sam graduates from the foster system and her lovely foster home, she has a mental breakdown and is filled with despair. DESPAIR. Because her new apartment is such a fucking hovel. Are you fucking kidding me? Sam is complaining about a crappy apartment when she supposedly lived for 2 months on the streets when she was 15? Way to be inconsistent. Yeah, it's a crappy apartment, the size of a shoebox. Sam has to eat ramen for months. Um, welcome to the wonderful world of college and limited money. A lot of us have been there ourselves. The college years are well known for having absolutely no money and being forced to eat ramen and boxed Mac N' Cheese (the generic, not the blue box) for months, years on end. It's nothing new. Yet the overdramatic Sam has to blow up the situation to be larger than it is. I figured this was how Nicholas Nickleby felt when he was forced to work at Squeer’s squalid Yorkshire School. That was a dark, horrific place, where Mr. Squeer beat life and hope from his students. And those few months beat the life from me too. Hope had died long before.Did I say overdramatic? Yep. Samantha is enrolled in Northwestern University's Medill School for Journalism, but she doesn't belong there. She could actually be a professor herself, teaching a class on Making Mountains out of Molehills 401. Yes, 401, nor 101. Because Samantha's skills in being histrionic is at a graduate level, yo. So Samantha receives a grant from the most wonderful, most generous person in the world. Her graduate school tuition will be paid for, when she eventually makes up her mind to attend the Medill School majoring in Graduate Journalism. And the key word is "eventually," because the damn girl changes her mind more frequently than Lady Gaga changes her outfits. That's to say, when she's NOT flunking out of school. Oh, RIGHT. Journalism. Sam's supposed to be actually taking classes there or something? Being focused on her studies? Whatever. The only condition of the generous grant (and it eventually comes with cool shopping sprees, free computers, a plush house, flowers, you name it) is that Sam writes occasional letters to a mysterious benefactor, Mr. George Knightley. And man, does she write to him. The Plot: Let's put aside the preposterousness of the Daddy-Long-Legs premise, and focus on what else that makes this story so utterly incredible, so completely foolish. I will not spoil the major events in the book, but a great deal of the plot is completely contrived. It fills me with incredulity. Reading fiction is one thing, but I need to believe that what transpires in the book is possible. This book and the events within are so completely outlandish that it beggars any amount of enjoyment due to the complete lack of credibility within. It feels very much like fiction, like a sheltered person's rendition of "tough street life." For example, our sheltered Samantha has to have the worst luck ever, because she gets beaten up by thugs and held up at gunpoint within a short amount of time. Sam befriends a tough black kid who speaks in roughened ebonics by challenging him to a run! And she succeeds in winning the tough foster kid over with her pretense at having street cred! Please. It struck me that racing him might earn me some respect.CAN WE GET SOMEONE TO PLAY "GANGSTA'S PARADISE," PLEASE? It seems fitting, for the moment. The Letters: Are frankly, unbelievable. I don't have trouble believing that you can confide in someone you've never met. I have internet friends myself, and they listen better than a lot of the people I know in real life. The problem with this book is that Sam's confidences in her letters are too much, too soon. It takes trust to confide so much in someone. Trust needs to be reciprocated. Communication needs to be two-way. "Mr. Knightley" rarely, rarely ever responds. When he does, it is in the form of a short, succinct letter that does not invite such revelations of secrets, such exposure of the soul. Yet Sam trusts him from the very beginning. She tells him all her secrets, in pages, and pages, and pages, RIGHT FROM THE START. It is a long book, and 97% of it is composed of letters from Sam to Mr. Knightley. That is a lot of words, it is a lot of secrets, it is a lot of personal details to share with someone she does not know. Sam rarely holds back on her private life, letting Mr. Knightley know about her kisses, about her first date, about her lack of sexual experience. It is too much, I cannot believe she would be so up front about everything, considering her reticence to other people in her life, considering how little she knows of him, considering that Mr. Knightley almost never responds. The Main Characters: Given the fact that this book is completely centered around Sam's experiences, and is narrated by Sam through her letters, I have to say that Sam completely destroys any enjoyment I could have had from the book. She grates on my nerves. Sam is a Mary Sue of the first class order. Sam is tall, 5'10. Stunning, but she doesn't know it. She is a "long drink of water," but of course, she doesn't believe it. She looks like Anne Hathaway, but she can't see it. A famous author falls for her, out of nowhere. Sam has this terrifically annoying tendency to compare herself to literary heroines. Sam supposedly lives in books, which I can understand. What I cannot understand is her compulsion to compare herself to every downtrodden character in classic romance novels. Fanny Price. Anne Elliot. Charlotte Lucas. I hate that. I hate it when characters compare themselves to book characters. Did Elizabeth Bennet say "I feel so much like Juliet?" Fucking no. Elizabeth Bennet would never stoop so low. Oh, right. Samantha compares herself to Elizabeth Bennet too. Please, girl, you could never compare. Sam also has this annoying tendency to incessantly quote passages from novels at the most inconvenient moments. Actually, all her tendencies are rather stupid, but this one is particularly aggravating. Her professor is about to flunk her? Let's spout a line from Darcy to stave him off! “I see no passion in your writing. Only technique. It’s good, but it’s empty.”Her love life is in jeopardy! Surely a quote from Pride and Prejudice will help! “‘I beg your pardon. Excuse my interference. It was kindly meant.’” I cringed.The author seems to think the more quotes she includes from literary works, the more likable Samantha will become. It actually works the opposite. For someone supposedly so lacking in confidence, Sam is completely full of hot air and filled with pretentiousness. She is a passive-aggressive friend, she looks down upon others, her friends as "Lydias" meaning all looks and no brains, or "Emmas" meaning so wealthy, street-smart, and full of confidence---but that's a bad thing, compared to the innocent, smart-but-sheltered, virtuously poor, holier-than-thou perfect fucking Sam. Sam makes fun of a friend's marriage proposal when she confides in her because it doesn't live up to her ideas of romance. “That’s it?” I sat back. “You’re worse than Austen. You might as well say that his sentiments had ‘undergone so material a change’ or that ‘his affections and wishes’ were unchanged.”What. A. Bitch. Sam is self-centered. Wishy-washy. She can't make a decision to save her life. She is clueless about everything---at 23. She cuts herself with lobster pliers at a restaurant---at 23. She doesn't know how to shave her legs---at 23. She doesn't know how to pluck her eyebrows---at 23. She's hardly been kissed---at 23. She thinks a rhinoplasty is a type of rhinoceros---at 23. She doesn't know what Jimmy Choo is. And by the end, she doesn't really grow up. AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT THIS GIRL IS GOING TO BE A COMPETENT JOURNALIST IN AN ALMOST IVY-LEAGUE LEVEL GRADUATE SCHOOL PROGRAM? The answer is: "Fuck, no." God help us all. When she graduates, I'm 100% confident that Samantha Moore is going to be a writer at Fox News. ...more |
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THE WORLD HAS BEEN DECIMATED BY A VIRUS. PEOPLE ARE TURNED INTO CANNIBALS. Survival? Fuck that shit. Let's make a new society based on King Arthur's C
THE WORLD HAS BEEN DECIMATED BY A VIRUS. PEOPLE ARE TURNED INTO CANNIBALS. Survival? Fuck that shit. Let's make a new society based on King Arthur's Camelot, build ourselves a fucking castle, establish the Knights of the Round Table, and have rousing jousting tournaments!!!!! [image] I've heard of some comparisons between this book and The Selection. No. It is nothing like it. There was a process in The Selection. There was competition in The Selection. There is nothing competition-like involved in this book because of the immediate selection of Zara to be Prince Sebastian's pretty pretty, yet perfectly pouty and pitiable princess besides the intrinsic fact that Zara is so fucking Super Speshul that she holds a special Key within her ass. The Prince (among others) falls in love with her and selects her to be his chosen bride within the first fucking 10 pages of the book. I'm just really fucking sick of a dystopian setting that makes no bloody sense. Mother of god, give humanity some fucking credit. I've said it often, and it shall be restated for posterity: humans are not stupid, so why does every other faux-dystopian novels press the futuristic mass of humanity into the same sort of backward-evolution dumb cookie cutter mold? These sort of books make humans to be mindless morons, capable only of groupthink, who are only to willing to accept an idiot of a leader and a pointless new society for no fucking reason at all? Give humanity some fucking credit, people! I don't understand this book. It doesn't know what it wants to be. This book has an identity crisis bigger than that of Miley Cyrus. It's a fantasy that aspires to be a dystopia, and the result just doesn't make any sense. This book is even worse than most YA dystopians I've read, because those other books at least try to a somewhat reasonable society after the downfall of man, due to whatever reasons. This book just wanted a fantasy premise at heart, and it built the background around what it yearns to be instead of building a premise from the ground up. That is where it completely and utterly fails. It doesn't work that way! You can't build a castle...or rather, Camelot, in this instance, out of thin air. Feeblewitted fool of a special snowflake + dystopian society that makes no fucking sense + plot that makes no fucking sense + love triangle involving a douche and an even bigger dipshit whose idea of training a girl to fight is to beat the crap out of her until she learns = [image] Summary: It's the future, but it feels like Star Wars in a medieval setting. Camelot, to be exact. Some years ago, a Virus decimated the Earth, and there were like, wars, and stuff, you know? *flips hair* Bad stuff happens, like, soooooooo totally bad. Something called The Final War? Like, totally, yeah. That's what it is. But we're in the future now! And it's utopia! What's an utopia? Is that, like, a dirty word or something? It all started in 2016, too, not too long ago, but that's like, totally ancient history, right, guyse?!! The future is Camelot, y'all! Zara is the perfect daughter of a farmer, or rather, an animal cloner. Because for some reason, we can't just breed animals, we need to fucking clone them. Way to overcomplicate things, future. Her father has the dreaded Virus, and so he's pretty much destined to die. Being the loyal daughter that she is, Zara hides his illness, but he gets taken away anyway, and it's somehow all the Prince's fault, that her father is going to die!...of a Virus. Yep. All cause of Prince Sebastian. He must pay for this! Because, um...it's totally Prince Sebastian's fault that her father is dying of a disease known to be fatal? Oh, wait, no. It's his fault that her father, who's dying of the Virus anyway, is going to be taken away...to die and then be cremated. Totally makes sense, yeah. Completely Sebastian's fault. That asshole. But hark! Today is the day of the selection! The kingdom's golden prince, the 19-year old Prince Sebastian is going to choose his bride, the woman he will elevate above all others! The woman who will rule the kingdom by his side, the woman who will be loved and pampered and spoiled for the rest of her life! Among all the other girls in the kingdom, he selects Zara to be his wife. Because he saw her once and became entranced by her qualities. Not sure what they are, but Zara has quaaaaaaalities, man! I saw you on a monitor for the first time months ago. When I was being taught about Karm, and how I must know all that is going on in my kingdom, I saw you.”Prince Sebastian is perfect, golden, handsome, skilled in jousting, every slut in Naturally, Zara wants none of that shit. Because Prince Sebastian as good as killed her father. Because her father was killed because of the Virus. [image] She hates Sebastian on sight, and keeps on hating him, and then hates him some more, just for posterity's sake, despite Sebastian's claims of love for her. Instead, Zara is attracted to the loyal, darkly handsome Sir Devlan, who becomes her personal bodyguard, who, naturally, falls for her at first sight, too. “I chose you the first moment I saw you.”What's the real mystery of Karm? Will Zara ever learn to ride a horse? Will she enjoy watching the jousting tournaments? Will Zara ever grow to wear those darned white dresses gracefully? Why else is Zara so speshul? "I’ve done nothing—am no one.”Will Zara ever grow to be the perfect assassin? How will she ever go through her assassin training while her eyes are gazing soulfully at Sir Devlan? ;_; The Setting: [image] What the fuck, man?! Whoever thought it was a good fucking idea to follow some dumbass of a leader in the future when he wants to build a society based off of fucking Camelot? Camelot.SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK? In the future---and it's not even a fucking distant future. Something happened around 2016, and there are still people alive who remembered life before Karm, so it's not that far in the future at all, maybe 20, 30 years? In that time, the world has been decimated, people are struggling to survive. Mankind has been wiped out by a mysterious Virus. There are fucking mutants and cannibals running rampant outside the electrical Barrier of the Outside of the kingdom of Karm...and instead of focusing on survival, growing food, etc, we spent our fucking time and energy modeling a society from fucking King Arthur's Camelot, complete with a fucking fairy tale of a castle? Deep blue and silver tapestries drape the walls. Large pillars reach toward the steepled ceiling, and dark veins in the stone walls separate the swirls of gold, silver, and amber. Castle Karm is something constructed right out of one of the antique books my father used to sneak to me.Are you fucking serious?Are you telling me that instead of putting our technology to good use, we spent that time constructing a CASTLE for a fucking KING?! In what was very recently AMERICA, NO LESS? Let me tell you something about us 'Muricans. We are not exactly open to the idea of monarchy. We don't fucking like authority figures. We hate fucking politicians. We distrust figures of states. We particularly hate the monarchy, becauuse um, well, there was something called the Revolutionary War a little while back. Yeah. A kingdom based on Camelot, with a KING? Not fucking likely. [image] Women wear pretty pretty dresses. We have jousting tournaments, where it's not really a big fucking deal when an able-bodied man gets killed, because well, people are disposable, apparently, even when A VIRUS HAS DECIMATED THE HUMAN RACE. We have fucking Taser-like V-Batons. We have Eyes (which are security cameras). We have a rebel group who call their headquarter Mordred and have a compound called Morgana... We have a Round Table. We have The Force. We have Knights, Ladies, Sirs. We have sidesaddles for when women ride horses. Because it's SO FUCKING IMPORTANT WHEN A VIRUS HAS DECIMATED THE WORLD TO RIDE LIKE A PROPER LADY OUGHT! We have farms that clone animal, because it's just too fucking complicated to have animals fuck each other like, well, animals! Surely breeding is too difficult. Look at the pandas! Won't someone think of the pandas!1!!1 And not even 50 years into the future. Jesus fucking Christ, kill me now. The Plot: Doesn't make any fucking sense. The crucial plot, the reasoning behind the rebellion is essentially "LET'S DESTROY THE ELECTRICAL BARRIER THAT'S KEEPING US FROM BEING EATEN BY THE MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF CANNIBALS AND ZOMBIES AND MUTANT CREATURES SO WE CAN HAZ FREEDOM!" No. No. No. NO. To everything in this book. If you want an interesting love triangle between a destined girl queen, her king, and their guard, read The Fire and Thorns series. If you want a better assassin, for fuck's sakes, even Celaena is more interesting than Zara. (I'm looking at you, Cory). Stay away from this book at all cost, if you value your sanity. ...more |
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[image] The instinct to live is a strong one. Have you ever tried to hold your breath? Inevitably, your lungs will burn, your body will fight with your [image] The instinct to live is a strong one. Have you ever tried to hold your breath? Inevitably, your lungs will burn, your body will fight with your brain to take that deep gasp of air. Survival instincts are just that---instincts. They override willpower, because the human body wants to live above all else. Throughout this book, it was made abundantly clear to me that whoever created Meg Lytton forgot to program said survival instinct within her. I don't know when I've encountered a dumber witch throughout my reading experience...and that's saying a lot. This is Tudor times. This is a period in history when it was very, very easy to have your neck separated from your head, your body drawn and quartered, and if you're very lucky, it will happen in that order. There was a Youtube video that went viral awhile back, entitled Dumb Ways to Die. Well, Meg Lytton would be the star in her very own Tudor version of said music video. It's a tough time to be a Catholic, because of all the anti-Catholic sentiments in England. It's a tough time to be a Protestant, because there's a certain queen on the throne of England who became known as Bloody Mary. There's the threat of the Spanish Inquisition due to her very Spanish, very Catholic husband, Prince Philip. Above all else ...the girl’s body twisted and rocked, her legs flailing helplessly as the rope strangled her....it has always been a tough time ...she had been found guilty and rolled down a steep hill in a barrel filled with iron spikes....to be a witch. ...her wasted body had been engulfed in a white-hot wall of flame. The wind shifted, and now the unmistakable stench of roasting flesh blew across our faces.It's not exactly a secret what happens to witches. Meg has been there, witness to many deaths of those condemned and accused of witchcraft. Knowing this, Meg, our intrepid heroine, will certainly strive to abandon her witchy ways! To practice discretion at all cost! To not endanger her body, her soul, her family's reputation, the Lady Elizabeth's possible future as Queen of England. Bitch, please. Meg's a fucking moron. Witchcraft was in her blood and she would willingly risk death rather than to go against her witchy nature. You know what's in my blood? The urge to fling my poor fucking Nook across the room during reading this book, but no, I have some self-restraint, unlike Meg. She and her aunt go practice their witchery in an old-broken down palace by night. Repeatedly. Despite the many, many close calls of discovery. They scry upon a dead sheep's entrails. They cast magic circles. They strive to foretell the future. Meg does not restrict her use of witchcraft to the noble task of helping Lady Elizabeth foretell her future and what belies her once Queen Mary is with child, she uses her powers capriciously, stupidly, in others' presence. I would make sure Blanche was a little clumsier than usual, once spilling the bowl of heated water for the princess’s morning ablutions. Another time, Blanche tripped over some invisible obstacle, the clean linen in her arms ending up on the dirty rushes, much to Elizabeth’s annoyance.She manipulates their mind, she manipulates their thoughts, she manipulates their actions for no higher purpose than her own capricious will, for pranks, for revenge against a spiteful act. Meg wields her magic irresponsibly, foolishly. It is the equivalent of giving a slingshot to a 5-year old boy and telling him to be careful with it. Sooner or later, someone's going to bleed. The premise of the book is supposed to be one of suspense, because Meg could be caught and killed for being a witch. It didn't work for me, largely because the gravity of the situation and the suspense was completely gone due to the lightness by which Meg handles her powers. She is completely indiscreet. Meg puts herself, her Lady, and her family in danger more than once. She was caught and nearly killed more than once, and overall, her overwhelming stupidity and lack of caution turned Meg from a character with whom we should sympathize into someone more worthy of mockery. The plot is relegated into irrelevancy by Meg's foolish tactics and action, plagued with the massive overuse of deus ex machina. Magic seems to be the be-all-end-all solution to getting out of impossible predicaments. It didn't work, the use of magic doesn't necessarily make a plot ridiculous, but the constant, worn out use of it relegates the plot into the land of redundancy. It is a disguise for a poorly-thought out plot. The dialogue was awkward, it tries to achieve an authentically archaic tone, and only succeeded in sounding stilted and unnatural. The insta-love was awkward, unbelievable, and even more foolish given what we know. Meg was warned by a prophecy: Beware a traveller who comes over water, over land. Alejandro de Castillo is a Spaniard, newly arrived in England. This is an era where the Spanish are hated and feared---Spain and England are on constant war alert with each other, plus, the Spanish are a devoutly Catholic country...well known for the rough tactics of the Spanish Inquisition. Yet...the moment Alejandro de Castillo meets Meg's eyes...the sparks fly! (And eventually, so does Meg. Discretion? What's that?) This is my Alejandro de Castillo. [image] He's 17 years old. He's from a wealthy, well-respected family in Spain. He is a trusted envoy of Spain, despite his age. He is a priest-to be, and yet Meg feels the urge to kiss him anyway. Multiple times. He's also quite comfortable coming into young women's chambers uninvited, despite being a future priest (he's not yet ordained). But wait! He's not just any priest, Alejandro de Castillo is a novice in the Holy Catholic Order of Santiago (try saying that 10 times), whose priests are allowed to marry if they maintain their vows of chastity! Dafuq? Anyways, Meg doesn't just fall into insta-love. She runs hot and cold. She's alternately a bitchy, sniping harpy to him, while enlisting his aid, while being offended that he doesn't want to kiss her back. When he does return her attention, she turns him away because she's secretly angry at him over something he doesn't have a fucking clue about. Is there even a point to this romance? There is not a single likeable character in this book. Everyone is an asshole or an idiot. The villains are one-dimensionally evil, you can see Marcus Dent, the Evil Witchhunter and Inquisitor twilrling his mustache as he threatens to ravish Meg and destroy her family if she doesn't marry him! Meg is so lovely, after all. Her fathering is a cruel, devious trope. Her cousin a manipulative sycophant. Her brother a bumbling, ingratiating fool. The women are no better, besides the sickly, spinster Aunt Jane, the other female characters are either "simple" (mentally retarded), cruel and snippy (Blanche Parry), or a complete bitch (Lady Elizabeth). I absolutely hated the portrayal of the future Queen Elizabeth in this book. It is true that Elizabeth has always been strong-willed, but in this book, she is portrayed more as a sniping harpy than a regal queen-to-be. She slaps people, she pinches Meg out of spite, she throws fits and tantrums, she yells, she shrieks, the majority of her actions in the book revolve around one emotion: anger. It doesn't feel right, and it is a piss-poor portrayal of such a beloved figure. It's one thing to be realistic in a character portrayal, to make a highly revered character seem more human and relatable, but the way Elizabeth is pictured here makes her seem less a human and more of a bitch. Not recommended to anyone but those seeking the very lightest of entertainment. The historical setting of this book is but an afterthought. ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5 This is a book about superheroes---or rather, antiheroes, that started off wonderfully, but gradually wandered into genericville ter Actual rating: 3.5 This is a book about superheroes---or rather, antiheroes, that started off wonderfully, but gradually wandered into genericville territory. It was still very good, but I'm still left with a sense of disappointment. The characters in this book didn't live up to my expectations, or to their own potential. It was the equivalent of a movie-based comic book adaptation, and granted, there have been pretty amazing ones...but still, this is a book. A book has so much more potential for plot twists, for character development, and ultimately, this book didn't live up to my high expectations of it. The quality of the writing is excellent, the character portrayals very well done, but the narrative style didn't work for me, and I had a lot of issues with how cookie-cutter some things eventually became. If you had asked me how many stars I would give this book, based on the first 5 or so chapters, I would have said five, no questions about it. The beginning was amazing, the first chapter had hook that pulled me in right from the start. We have people digging up a corpse in the middle of a frigid night. We have a talking, walking girl who just might be dead. This is the present, and we are rapidly brought back to the past...to Lockland University, 10 years ago, where two young men named Victor Vale and Eli Cardale were best friends. Lockland University is the destination of the best and the brightest, and Victor and Eli are the elite among the elites. They share the same intensity for learning, the same sharp brilliance, and a quiet, unspoken rivalry when it comes to life, education, and love. They are like-minded with their fierce ambition, but of the two, Eli seems to be the more sinister, despite his charming, carefree façade. ...something about Eli was decidedly wrong. He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate’s face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other’s skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.For their Comprehensive Science Seminar thesis, Eli unexpectedly chooses the topics of EO: ExtraOrdinary people. People with special abilities, specifically, how science...biology, chemistry, psychology...could explain their existence. An ambitious topic, a creative topic...one that instills a bitter jealousy within Victor. He feels compelled to push Eli further, as they think of ways in which they can trigger these special abilities and become EOs themselves. Victor and Eli become the guinea pigs in their own science experiments, and their hubris goes too far. It works, albeit disastrously. 10 years later, Victor has broken out of prison. Accompanying him is "a hacker, a half-dead dog, and a child". And he is out for revenge. He slowly tracks Eli down and draws him out, thanks to the help from his ragtag crew, the aforementioned child and a hulking gentle giant of a hacker. Like all superhero movies, everything leads up to a final, grand confrontation. Victor was out. Victor was free.It took me awhile to realize that this book took place in a pseudo-alternative universe. It's still the current world, as we know it, but it's more like a comic book world, because these EOs are not just theoretical. They're not exactly famous, but it is known that these people exist. It confused me a bit until I realized this fact, because this world seems so similar to our own that it is a little bit of a shock to the system to hear people---specifically, science professors, who are accepting and actually receptive to the idea of a thesis involving people with special powers. What I loved about this book was the writing and the character portrayals. There are no clear cut, no clear message of goodness versus evil here. Both characters can be termed "bad," respectively, even our main narrator, whom we are presumably expected to root for. Victor is not a good man, he has some redeemable qualities, but throughout the novels, his good deeds are tempered with sparks of inhumanity, of violence. He shoots a man, he inflicts pain, he tortures people when it suits his purposes. I had a problem with Eli's character development. He is a good "villain," if you can call him that, but I felt like his development was out of character and inconsistent from what we know of him. It felt like a bit of a cop-out, an easy way to pin the donkey's tail on a character designed to be bad, if you will. Eli's evolution was unbelievable, nonsensical. He turned from a brilliant boy, a normal boy with a crack beneath surface into a madman overnight. “What gives you the right to play judge and jury and executioner?”Eli has always been somewhat religious, it's a contradictory fact about him that Victor finds fascinating, but it is as if he becomes a hypocritical fundamentalist Christian in his rock-solid belief of fulfilling his God-given duty out of nowhere. He did suffer through some traumatic events in the beginning of the novel, but I felt that it was insufficient in explaining his personality changes. It's not enough. It turns Eli from a villain with a potentially complex inner darkness into just another fanatically religious, self-righteous trope. I had a problem with the constant flashbacks in the narrative. It fluctuates a lot. It goes from the present to 10 years past, to last night, to 2 hours ago, to 2 days ago. The chapters are labeled, so that you know where that particular chapter is taken place, during what time, but honestly, it got to be a little too much. The narrative is from a third-person perspective, and we get it from many characters, Victor, Eli, Sydney, Serena, Mitch. It wasn't so bad, because most of the narrative focused around Sydney, Eli, and Victor, but it didn't mesh together well when combined with all the constant flashbacks. Overall, I still would highly recommend this. The writing is spectacular, and the characters are mostly well-done, with the exception of Eli. My complaints with this book are subjective, and I still enjoyed the book despite what I felt to be its faults. ...more |
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| "Who was the real Jamie MacCrae? A ruthless ruler or a puckish prince?"[image] I started reading this book because the premise promised originality "Who was the real Jamie MacCrae? A ruthless ruler or a puckish prince?"[image] I started reading this book because the premise promised originality. A Scotland-based setting with time travel and fantasy elements? Are you kidding me? Gimme that shit, y'all. Well, you know what they say about things being too good to be true: they usually are. The premise is original...but as we all know, originality alone doesn't mean it'll be good. In the context of this book, it doesn't approach good. It wouldn't be able to touch good with a 30-yard pole. This is going to be a long criticism, however much I try to restrain myself, because I have a lot to say about this book, and not much (almost none, really) that is positive. The setting is new and interesting, but it doesn't make any fucking sense. The characters---all 4 of them---are each a cliché. The entire book was altogether insufferably stupid and nonsensical. Not recommended at all. The settings Present day Scotland: The modern day Scotland in the book, what little of it there is, is beautifully described, but it is---as the book describes it...reminiscent of the Shire, and not in a good way. It is too picture-perfect. It is pretty, in an utterly touristy way. It is lovely and well-described, but completely lacking in life, in anything that would make it feel realistic. It is a Thomas Kinkade painting, utterly idealized and empty of spirit. Doon: Doon is not Scotland of the past, as I was led to believe when I first started reading the book. It is a version of it, which would not have been a bad thing, if not for its utter absurdity as a setting. If you come into the book expecting a facscimile of sense in the land of “If I may, signori? It is a gigante mystery.” He illustrated his point by holding his hands wide apart and giving them a shake for emphasis. “As a young man, I was called to Doon from Napoli in 1915, during the last Centennial. I met la mia moglie---my future wife. Since then, I marry, make seven bambinis---babies..."However modern it is, whatever magic the people of Doon have seen, they are still firmly ingrained in the mindset of the past, despite everything they have seen and known. They believe that magic is witchcraft, they believe in predestination, a soulmate, a Calling. They are still willing to burn witches at stakes. The setting is a mess. The people portrayed are a fuck-filled mess of contradictory behaviors, and there is severe lack of sense and rationality. Doon is not quaint, it is not charming. It was not what I expected to read, because while I am prepared for an alternate setting, I like that setting to make sense and for its people to follow certain guidelines of reasonable behaviors. It is like watching The O.C. only to have the entire series be set in Little Saigon instead of Newport Beach. It may be technically accurate, but it's not what I fucking signed up for. The Characters: the main characters within the book perfect the art of contradiction. As I said above, every single one falls into an YA trope. They do not act consistently, they say and think one thing, and they do another. Veronica: aka Verranica as pronounced by our fucking James MacCrae. More on him later. She is the epitome of lovely innocent. She is beautiful, stunning, without knowing it. A daydreamer, a hopeless romantic. A believer in romance, despite being a wounded, broken girl. Despite suffering from a miserable past. Despite being unwanted by her alcoholic drug addict of a mother. Despite being leered upon by her soon-to-be-stepfather. Despite being abandoned by her biological father. Who is dead. Who was a drug addict. Despite having her best friend in the whole wide world move halfway across the country. Despite being publicly dumped and cheated on by her boyfriend in the school hallway not 5 seconds before she meets Jamie, kilted golden boy of Doon, in a vision, whom she then singlemindedly pursue all the way to Scotland. You name a tragedy, our Vee has seen it. Veronica is our first and main narrator, and I needed to rest my eyes after every 5 minutes of reading her parts because they were so tired from being rolled back into my head as I read her narration. She fucking swoons every 5 seconds over Jamie's chocolaty eyes, his locks of hair that falls over his eyes. His air of indifference. Despite his hostility, despite his professed ignorance of her and outright hostility upon meeting her, she cannot help but despair in her undeniable attraction to him, her soulmate! She's such a fucking martyr...despite KNOWING THAT THEY'RE MEANT TO BE, she so unselfishly gives him up, only to fucking moan and cry about it 2 seconds afterwards. She is a fucking TSTL Mary Sue of a moron. She would rather die as a possibly convicted witch in a foreign land than give up the chance at TWOO WUV. Of course, leaving [Doon] was preferable to death, but I wasn’t ready to give up on this place...or on him.ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? She is the most easily impressed character ever. "[Jamie] smiled a sad, sweet smile. “I said, [your father]’s an idiot and he has no idea what an amazing daughter he has.” He said the words simply and with such sincerity that they washed over me like absolution. I closed my eyes, but the tears flowed hot over my cheeks anyway. How was it possible he knew the exact right thing to say? The words I’d secretly longed to hear, but hadn’t realized it until they came out of his mouth?So Jamie tells her that her dad misunderstands her and Vee's like HE KNOWS MY SOUL. WELL ALRIGHTY THEN. Veronica can't see past the pert little cheerleader nose on her face. She doesn't know the meaning of forward thinking. She is completely devoted to the cold, angry, emo boy Jamie, regardless of how much he acts like an asshole and how much he professes to hate her (he doesn't mean it...he can't mean it!!!!!!). I wanted to vomit. Mackenna: Vee's best friend since infancy, it seems. They're attached at the hips. Naturally, they are polar opposites. Mackenna is the practical, tomboyish, drama-addicted (if you are into musicals and Broadway plays, you can do your own scavenger hunts as to how many of them she name-drops in this book). Mackenna is the tall, protective, Amazonian BFF who doesn't realize how stunning she is (do we see a theme here?!?!?1?!1). She is meant to be humorous and brash, a stark contrast to Vee's dreamy impracticality...it didn't work for me. Mackenna's snark comes off as more annoying than humorous, more foot-in-mouth disease, more unintentionally stupid than anything. Really, is joking around when you're about to be killed for being a witch a wise idea? If she's meant to be practical, her character did not work in the least, because she is so insufferably idiotic. However, reading her narrative after Vee's makes Mackenna seem infinitely more tolerable and an Einstein in comparison. Regardless, I found her terribly brash, annoying, and not altogether likeable. James MacCrae: Lord, where do I start? So he's got an "incredible face," he is a "beautiful golden boy with the dark, wounded eyes." From the second Veronica and Mackenna enters his foreign land, where he is the crown prince, he has acted like "an arrogant boy who treated [them] worse than an ant he found crawling over his boot." Despite this being Scotland, he still looks like an emo boy, or more specifically... a boy wearing "dark pants and a black cloak with the hood pulled over his head, casting his entire face in shadow. He looked like a goth kid with a Jedi complex." Despite knowing that he is Veronica's intended (it is called a Calling, and commonly acknowledged in Doon to mean you've met your soulmate), Jamie denies it, and continue treating Vee crappily like the asshole son of a bitch that he is. He tells her one thing, says another. He says things intended to turn her away, and is absolutely infuriated (and blames HER) when she does run away. Jamie’s hot and cold act was draining. Every time he started to warm, to let me in the tiniest bit, he’d turn around and shut me out even harder. And why? What had I done? Except be nice to him and adore his kingdom.Doormat: meet Veronica. Veronica: meet doormat. You guys are twins, separated at birth. Fucking really, Veronica? The more I read about Jamie and Veronica's actions, the less respect I have for either of them. Duncan MacCrae: The handsome, perfect, golden, charming prince, who is utterly guileless, full of helpfulness and humor. I actually liked him a lot out of all the characters. He may be a trope, but he's so nice and inoffensive compared to the rest of the fucking idiots in this book that I really have no complaints about him at all, besides the fact that he lacked the common sense to not fall in love with Mackenna. The side characters: completely unoriginal, absolutely lacking in dimension and complexity. The villains, the good guys, the wise woman, the love rivals. None are remotely believable as real. Everyone is black or white. There is no complexity within any of the main characters, much less the secondary ones. The Romance: inconsistent. In the case of Mackenna and Duncan, it is somewhat understandable. Their characters interact well together, and so I can see them falling for each other eventually. In the case of the main characters, however, it is completely incredible. It is predestination, and we are told to buy it, hook, line, and sinker, without any explanation whatsoever. Jamie and Veronica are soul mates, they have visions of each other...and that alone is the sole basis for their relationship. We are expected to believe that they are Meant. To. Be. Without any proof. And when I say without any proof, I mean it. Jamie is a fucking idiot. He is constantly angry, always hostile towards Veronica, and their interactions are so limited that except for the fact that we are TOLD, again, not SHOWN, that they are supposed to be in love, we would not have known. Their relationship does not grow, it does not develop. Jamie is so outwardly against the idea of them that when he finally accepts it, their love is just not believable at all. This is not a romance. The Plot: this book should have a subtitle, as in Doon: a study in the art of being completely fucking dependent on Deus ex Machina as a plot device . Something unexplained happens? It's magic. Something doesn't make sense at all? It's magic. The main villain wants to conquer the world for no reason at all. OH, IT'S BECAUSE OF MAGIC, SOMEHOW. AAAAAAAAAAARGSKJGKJSGLGJLJSGFKLJADFK. IT DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING. The reasoning behind the evil wicked so very very very very bad (actual) witch that causes all the trouble in this book but doesn't really because the plot is actually a thinly contrived excuse for the romance between Vee and Jamie and Mackenna and Duncan and it's just an afterthought and it makes no fucking sense and there is no fucking urgency and there is so little fucking plot behind it that it's just extremely frustrating and so much so that I can't be fucked to formulate it into a fucking sentence that makes any reason or contains any punctuation because why should I fucking bother to make sense when the authors themselves don't even want to try?! Seriously, the plot is so utterly secondary to the romance. There is no sense of urgency to the imminent danger that the land of Doon is in. Yeah, there are villager disappearances, a few dead bodies thrown in here and there, but there is no intrigue, no exigency, no feeling that something bad is going to happen. There is a lot of telling, not a lot of showing. The mystery behind the journal and the rings were not compelling at all. It is never well-developed enough to be credible, and magic is used to explain anything that doesn't make sense, without making sense itself. Situations and their development reeked of irrationality and lacked any reasonable plot development. There is no character development, the characters just surrender to their emotions and fall into love without any character complexity that is supposed to have developed in between. The writing: full of grandiose statements that are just repeated clichéd sayings throughout the book, like “pure, unselfish love can break any spell" and "I just followed my heart" and "the heart calls to its soul mate." FOLLOW YOUR HEART, Y'ALL. IT WILL NEVER LEAD YOU WRONG. Besides that, the writing is juvenile. The speech is sprinkled with "ta's" for "to's," "fer's" for "for's," as well as "dinnas" and "kennas," which seems to be a prerequisite whenever any attempt at a Scottish dialect is made. The speech is inconsistent, gladly free of a try-hard attempt at really heavily accented brogue, but it is too modern, too inconsistent, and lacking in authenticity to feel like it's anything but a fake setting. I was not sold on anything in this book, so really, the dialogue and the dialect is the least of my complaints compared to everything else that went horribly wrong. The headache caused by this book, combined with my mind's constant incredulous monologue (shouted, not spoken) throughout the act of reading this book prevents me from recommending it to anyone but my most hated enemies. ...more |
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What happened?
This book is the equivalent of meeting someone you knew, maybe a former crush, a few years down the road. You run into them at a Wal What happened? This book is the equivalent of meeting someone you knew, maybe a former crush, a few years down the road. You run into them at a Walmart. The charming, charismatic, svelte young man you once knew has now become a blearly-eyed, beer-bellied, bloated ghost of his former self, holding a 6-pack of Corona Light as he trudges lifelessly towards the checkout. Seriously, what the fuck happened? So rarely have I seen a series degenerate so much as to be unrecognizable from its previous book. I would blame it on second-book syndrome, but to do so would mean that I would have to reconcile the fact that these two books are part of the same series. And like a very embarrassing sibling, the first book really, really should be distancing itself from this tragedy of a sequel. Generally, I start off my book sequel reviews with a disclaimer that goes something like "READ THE FIRST BOOK, YOU WILL BE HOPELESSLY LOST IF YOU DO NOT." Not for this book, no. This book can almost be a standalone. The action starts right away, but I don't believe anyone starting from this book will get lost. Partially because the background is fairly adequately explained throughout the book, partially because, really, does anyone need an explanation for a vampire apocalypse? But mostly because our main character, Katie, is such a different character as to be completely unrecognizable from the first book to the current one. In short, Katie turned from an innocent Amish girl, with understandable questions about faith, into a hypocritical, sanctimonious, self-righteous little bitch. The thing I loved about the first book is that, while the main character is religious, while the community within it is religious, religion is never shoved down our throat. It was a story about faith and about fear, about persecution and a dawning horror of an outside intrusion. This book went a complete 180 where religion is concerned. It is so overwhelmingly religious. God, Judas, the Bible, so many aspects of the Christian religion are presented to us by Katie. God this. The Lord that. I think my friend JennyJen counted the number of mentions of "God" in her review, and it came to a pretty ridiculous number (well over 100). It is as if Katie completely turns towards her religion once she has been banished from her community; she clings to it as if it were a lifeboat. She prays so much. It really is an inordinate and unacceptable amount of dumping of Christianity onto the unexpecting. I don't think I'm being unfair here, I am not a religious person, but I knew what I was getting into...I read the first book. I didn't have a problem with the religiousness in the first, but the overwhelming religious overtones was just too much here, it was unneeded, and largely unnecessary. For example, Katie tells Alex the story of Tobit, Tobias, and Sarah. It's about Sarah losing seven husbands and Tobit going blind, and Tobias saving them both (and he gets the girl, YEAH!). The moral of the story is: “The story is beloved by the Amish for its example of faithfulness and servitude to God. For perseverance in the face of overwhelming odds.”NO, IT'S NOT. That's only what Katie says! I don't get it! There was no point to the story in the context of the situation. To me, it didn't have the message that it is supposed to have had, according to how Katie explained it. The Biblical story and so many other religious references in the book came off as completely extraneous to the story. There's also the inclusion of the crazy-ass Pentecostal man, who speaks in tongues and is literally draped in live, writhing snakes. And what happens when Katie is bitten by a venomous snake and is about to die? THEY PRAY OUT THE VENOM, Y'ALL. “The only thing that can save her from poison is to be full of the Holy Spirit. We have to pray.”Sigh. And of course, it worked. Let's not even mention the ridiculousness of the science, considering the fact that copperhead venom is RARELY FATAL. Seriously, you'd probably need to actually french-kiss a copperhead to get the unfortunate snake to release enough venom to kill you (before it wants to kill itself). Another problem I have with Katie throughout the book is the hypocrisy of her faith. Katie picks and chooses her morals to suit her needs in certain situations. Sleeping with Alex? That's just fine. Doing certain things to save your own fucking life? GOD WOULDN'T WANT ME TO DO THAT. PLAIN PEOPLE WOULDN'T DO THAT. Plain people do this. Plain people do that. Plain people are so much morally fucking superior than you in every way, you dumb Englisher. Katie doesn't know the fucking meaning of adaptation if it bit her in the ass like that poor copperhead. Her religiousness results in some extremely idiotic behaviors on Katie's part that literally puts her, Ginger, and Alex's life in danger. Right off the bat, she refuses to take off her bonnet. Despite the fact that it attracts the attention of every fucking vampire in the vicinity. He grabbed my elbow. He tore the white bonnet off my head, stuffed it into his pocket.(Alex still insists on calling Katie "Bonnet." It's just another thing that really pissed me off. She has a fucking name.) Oh, and Alex? He's going to hell. Katie knows he's going to hell. She loves him and all, and she'll stick by his side no matter what, and he'll do the same for her. But still, he's a bad Christian, a horrible nonbeliever, and he's going to hell. I closed my eyes and prayed in the darkness, prayed that Alex would survive, even though he had turned his back on God’s plan for his human form.^___________^ I still can't believe how many idiotic situation Katie gets into...and survives. Her decision-making process seems to pinpoint her towards the path that would get her party killed fastest, Katie is so fucking TSTL. She has completely moronic reactions to situations, based on her faith and what it doesn't allow her to do, despite the fact that what she believes God wants her to do will get her eaten as a midnight snack. As I said, she picks and chooses her morality. Like when she releases a bunch of ravenous carnivores from their cages (lions, tigers, and bears, oh my!) regardless of the fact that they would probably all eat her alive, because they are skin-and-bones-starved. And there's no reason why they shouldn't. The animals are caged by a previous owner, and have been without food and water since their owner left. AND KATIE WANTS TO SET THEM FREE, FREE LIKE THE FUCKING WIND. I swallowed, stared out the kitchen window at the scrawny animals in their enclosures. “We can’t leave them out there.”The plot is unbelievably stupid. Once again, Deus ex machina is at play. I HATE IT. I seriously fucking hate the use of coincidence and happenstance as a plot device. Too many things happen by accident, there are way too many far too close calls for the story to even approach credibility. Alex shows up at just the right moment, despite supposedly being far, far away from her. People emerge out of no-fucking-where. A fucking wolf brings them rabbits when they're hungry. And they name him Fenrir. Isn't that just cute?! Coochie coochie coo!!!! Who's an adorable wittle wolf? Fenrir is! Fucking kill me, please. I don't even want to go into the "science" that we encounter along the way. Partially because I don't want to spoil certain events, mostly because I don't really feel like writing another page ranting on the scientific implausibility and, really, just how utterly unfuckingbelievably stupid it is to incorporate plant-based phosphorescence into a human being not in vitro. And let's not even get into the positive and negative vibes of water molecules. It's the viiiiiiiiiibes, maaaaaaaaaan! Think positively! You'll get prettier snowflakes. No, really. This fucking book. The only redemption this book has is the vampires. These vampires are pretty bad-ass, and I really wished we saw more of them as like...sentient vampires, and not just bits of vicious, sibilant whispers in the darkness. More vampires (specifically, vampire nuns), less Katie. That's what this book needed. ...more |
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I'm still reeling from my marathon reading session of this book. A spaceship traveling to another planet? Always an interesting concept, but I've had
I'm still reeling from my marathon reading session of this book. A spaceship traveling to another planet? Always an interesting concept, but I've had one previous encounter with this premise through a series that shall remain unnamed, and it didn't end well. This book turned my brain upside down, set my head spinning, so on and so forth. Nothing was what I expected from the very first page. I loved this book. A Jewish spaceship traveling to another planet. What. The. Hell. That was my initial reaction. Um...what? Seriously? Skepticism: level 10. At that point, I didn't know what to expect. Ultimately, this idea was so incredibly well executed, and what an utterly unique concept it turned out to be. To put it lightly, I'm not a religious person. At all. I am the first to go off on an expletive-filled rage about how much I do not appreciate religion being forced down my throat. Leave your religiosity out of my fun reading experience, please. This book is not preachy, it is not religious; it is based on a secular Jewish society traveling towards another planet on a spaceship. The society is based on Jewish cultures and values, but it is never overtly religious. I was never offended, I never felt uncomfortable, I never felt this book was preachy in any way. There is a correct way to incorporate religion and its corresponding culture into a book without being offensive, without sounding like a sermon: this book exemplifies how it should be done. The world building and background building is extraordinary. I am highly critical of YA dystopian/sci-fi because so often, there are so many gaping plot holes. There are few such in this book. The history of how the Earth came to be endangered and everyone came to be on a spaceship was adequately explained, and there is actually a reason for the Jewish culture of the spaceship. Up to this book, the spaceship Asherah has been in space for 500 years, traveling towards their destination, the planet Zehava. The background of the spaceship, its history, its culture, its survival, are all very well described and revealed gradually and reasonably throughout the book. I am impatient, I like knowing things so that I know the context of things. This book did not spoon-feed me the details, but the revelations always came at a reasonable, relevant pace that satisfied even me. The history and background is so wonderfully, realistically built; I cannot say I have a single complaint or question about it at all. The spaceship's weather and internal environment is controlled, and seasons come and pass as the Council sees fit. Each family has one child, a male, and a female, hatched from artificial wombs, genetically chosen and bred for strength. Citizens are assigned jobs, they can be leaders, or specialists, or laborers; there is a very clear distinction of class. At the age of sixteen, they can also get married; here's the interesting thing, the male or the female can make a marriage proposal, there are no specific gender roles. There's also diversity in this book, (not too much, since it is a Jewish spaceship, and well, do you know of any Jewish Asians besides Grey's Anatomy's Christina Yang?) but rest assured, you will be pleased with the diverse and complex cast within this small community. The characters are amazing. You think you know your characters, you think you know how people behave? You think you know who is good, who is bad? Think again. Everyone is so wonderfully complex, so brilliantly real. My first impression of our main character, Terra, was not a positive one. She was 12 years old, angry and full of grief from her mother's recent death. Her heightened emotions at the time was also combined with adolescent angst and irrational dislike, and I thought she suffered from the dreaded "Special Snowflake" syndrome at first. She was also so determined to love the useless art of, well...art (and she's not particularly good at it, either); Terra wanted to be an artist despite knowing that the spaceship colony's survival is based on practical skills, and not purely ornamental ones. I grew out of my dislike of her very quickly. Terra is not a special snowflake; she is not perfect, she is not beautiful, but she is a survivor, and she is persistent. She is willing to do what is expected of her by her family and by society, even if it is not her choice. She never acts like a martyr, but she is determined, and Terra does what needs to be done. Terra may be in danger, she is involved in a mystery, but she never acts beyond what is reasonable. I would say that Terra's actions were, for a good chunk of the story---passive. This is not bad. Terra was raised to be a good girl, an obedient one, and good girls do not go pursuing trouble when they see it. She is pulled into the situation, and she does what is needed of her; she does not go seeking out danger for the thrill of it. Her actions are never extraneous. Terra's relationship with her family is so heartbreaking. Her father is...difficult. Anyone who has had an alcoholic parent or knows of someone who suffers from the double whammy of grief and alcoholism knows what a horror it must be like. Terra lives on eggshells. She is afraid of saying the wrong things, doing the wrong things, yet she can't help herself at times; such is the landmine of an adolescent mind, speaking before thinking. They have such a complicated relationship, between his rages and his gentle moments...it is a complex, tangled mess, and utterly wrenching to observe. "Silence grew between us, intercepted only by the sounds of the celebrations that raged across the observation deck, and the bustle of the hatchery beyond—the shouts of the workers, the cries of new children. I didn’t look my father in the eye as he stared at me, but I didn’t move, either. I couldn’t speak or breathe. I didn’t want to risk inciting his wrath even further."Her relationship with her father naturally translates to Terra's insecurities when the time comes for her to pursue her own relationships as she matures. This book is not overwhelmingly romantic at all. It is incredibly realistic in portraying the intricacies of teenage relationships: the fear, the lust, the awkwardness, the earnestness, the hesitancy...all are well-portrayed. There is nothing predictable about the relationships within this book, and Terra's feelings and doubts are so sadly understandable, given her own family. I loved the portrayal of romance, it is believable and completely acceptable within the context of this story. "I should have just accepted it—believed him, believed that it would all be okay. But I couldn’t. I’d spent my whole childhood trying to tiptoe around my father, afraid to even breathe wrong. I didn’t want to spend my marriage like that too."The other characters are equally well-woven; I loved Terra's interactions and relationships with each. I also found Terra's relationship with her best friend, Rachel, refreshing. It shouldn't be, but it is. Unfortunately, a lot of books tend to underplay or slut-shame the beautiful best friend to highlight the "good" in the main character; this book does not do that. Rachel and Terra do not have a perfect relationship, but they are supportive of each other, and they clearly love and care for each other. There are jealousies, there is anger, but it is nothing overdone, and their relationship feels very realistic and by no means idealized. If I have one complaint about this book, it is that there are too many twists. I like having a little bit of predictability, and this book just took me for a headspin. I didn't see anything coming at all. I loved it, but at the same time, I wish things were a little bit less complex. Some things stretched my boundaries of belief...like Terra's dreams, but those are small complaints in the very enjoyable grand scale of this book. That ending. Fuck that cliffhanger, man. I can't wait to read the next book. ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5 Names have power; to name something is to domesticate it, or to try. Naming a tornado would be like naming a shadow. What haActual rating: 3.5 Names have power; to name something is to domesticate it, or to try. Naming a tornado would be like naming a shadow. What happened in Oleander that day was simply the storm. A cloud that faded back into sky before it had a chance to enjoy what it had wrought.There are a lot of books that toss about their supposed similarity to Stephen King without ever approaching it. And then there are books like this one, which makes no such fantastic claims, in which I clearly see the influence of our revered master of horror. This book does a better job of recreating and replicating the feel, the atmosphere of a Stephen King horror novel than any young adult novel I have read since John Saul's earlier works. I would describe this as "Stephen King for teens." It didn't send chills down my spine. It didn't give me any nightmares (thank you, Pennywise). But it made me gag in some parts, and I seriously would not want to step foot in Oleander. Never ever ever. Creepy little place. The premise is deceptively simple, the execution (no pun intended) is far more complex. Right off the bat, we are immersed in a mass killing, one of many to come in the deceptively sleepy little town of Oleander, Kansas. Warning: if you have a weak stomach for violence, you might want to put this book down. There is no flinching here where it comes to ruthless and wanton destruction of people and property. The killings (and there are many, many of them) are described matter-of-factly, unflinchingly, no-holds-barred. Within one day, in separate events, 12 people are killed. A child is smothered to death. A man is nailed to a cross and set afire in a church. Many people are gunned down in a drugstore. A young man is mowed down by a car. Most of these acts were committed by reasonable members of the community, the sort of which you would whisper "He never seemed the type...but you never know, do you?" One year later, a storm comes to town, literally and figuratively. It rips the the town apart physically, and leaves something behind within the hearts and minds of the people in town that is less visible, but no less insidious. Oleander becomes, more or less, an anarchy. Reason and rationality has no room here, as the town is cut off completely from the outside world. They are under quarantine, by government orders. The internet is down, phone lines are down. Nobody goes, nobody leaves. Oleander becomes a world within itself. And chaos erupts. ...Oleander’s era of democracy had drawn to a close.Is it evil? Is it demonic possession, is it God's punishment upon sinners, as the town's charismatic and ambitious Deacon would have them believe? Is it something else? That's what the survivors are trying to figure out. Above all else, this book excels in creating an utterly credible, eerie small-town atmosphere. Honestly, this is where my Stephen King feels come in. Stephen King has typically used a setting of a a small Maine town, and we get such a clear feeling for the atmosphere of place in his books. I get the exact feeling reading about Oleander, its present, its past, its beating heart. Oleander is a small town like any others. It is a quiet place, a typical Midwestern town. Football reigns as king. It is solidly middle-class America with a largely ignored white trailer trash underground populace. I could describe it more, but I think the book itself says it best. There is absolutely nothing I can say, I am rendered absolutely speechless at how brilliantly portrayed Oleander has been written in this book. The town itself is the star of the novel. If left unrestrained, I could quote half the book for the sheer brilliance of the descriptions of Oleander, but short of doing that, I shall leave you with this little snippet from Chapter 2: In blood as in drought or in poverty or in flame, Oleander was Oleander, and there were still crops to be sown and meth to be harvested, pies to be baked and pigs to be prized, bargains to be hunted and farms to be foreclosed, cherries to be popped and hearts to be broken, worship to be offered and sinners to be shamed.After the recent tragedy in Oleander (and there has been more in the past), the town grieves, but life goes on. The new Oleander bustled and shone, its determined noise drowning out any echoes of the past. Grass and flowers and trees sprang from fallow ground. The scents of corn and life drove out the lingering smoke, and finally, the fire and its carpet of bones could be safely buried in the past and allowed to slip through the cracks of collective memory. But the earth had memory of its own.Until the storm starts. The plot is well-written and kept me guessing; I truly had no idea as to which direction the book was going to take. The events after the tornado, the slow building of chaos and insanity are subtly done and well-described. We feel the gradual building of tension, the feeling that something is just not right, and it's more than just your average post-traumatic chaos. The story is dark, you feel the wrongness of the things that transpire within the people involved, even as they do not seem to realize it themselves. It is not exactly horror, but the darkness, the intensity was so well-written. And some scenes really did make me gag a little bit. Let's just say I have a little issue with corpses, and this book just dredges them up. Again, no pun intended. Even if it is well-written, the plot got boring in some parts. There's only so much murder and mayhem I can take before I get really, really bored, and this book verged into the "enough already!" territory for me. I want more of a plot, and the plot itself unfolded rather too slowly for my tastes. I have a feeling that a significant part of the book (and it is a very long book) can be cut down without downplaying the message and the urgency of the chaos that is unfolding within Oleander. I didn't have a problem with the plot twist; things didn't transpire as I expected, but it's all good. The book has five main characters, and we hear the narration from all of their points of view. It got to be a bit much keeping track of 5 different characters and their stories, but no, it doesn't stop there! We also hear snippets from other side characters as the story progresses, from Baz, the alpha-male douchebag of a star football player. From Deacon Barnes, the fiercely ambitious religious fanatic who is one of the leader who step up to take control of Oleander after the quarantine. From Charlotte King, the religiously fanatical mother of one of our main characters. From "Mickey," the wimpy town mayor. It all got a little too much to handle to keep track of everything and everyone. And there are a. Lot. Of. Characters. This book is well worth a read; it might not be a great book, but it's certainly better than any other attempts at YA horror I've read this year. ...more |
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"'How can you say you want to run? They took your mother. They took your life. They took your choices away. How can you just run when you have every c
"'How can you say you want to run? They took your mother. They took your life. They took your choices away. How can you just run when you have every cause to turn around and fight back?'" This was a quick, mostly enjoyable vampire dystopian novella. It is far from perfect; I had numerous questions as I read through it, and there were plenty of errors. This novella could have benefited a great deal if it had an editor (or one that's better at doing his or her job). The problem here is one from which many books of its ilk suffers: IT'S A NOVELLA. It is an ambitious premise. It would be an ambitious full-length book. The author said, in the preface, that this novella was originally published before, and was even shorter before she fleshed it out. My mind boggles. Seriously. I can imagine a book with this premise as a full-length, 300-page novel, with fleshed-out characters and a well-built setting. It certainly has a lot of promise from what I've read. And what I've read was not satisfying; this little book was around 70 pages (text size: extra-small!) on my ebook device. Wha...what? 70 pages to build a new dystopian world, to explain how said world came about, to create compelling characters and backgrounds? A novella? No. It doesn't cut it. At all. Before I go further off-topic ranting on the awfulness of the novella and how it should be restricted to, say, books 1.5 or 2.7 in a series, let's get back to the story itself. Meridian Six is the name given to our main character, a 23-year old human girl whose actual human-given name is Carmina Sargosa. Before the Blood Wars, she led a life with her mother; after the wars, she was captured by the vampiric Troika, and used as propaganda, since her mother was the famous rebel, Alexis Sargosa. Carmina suffered tremendously under the Troika, and her reputation is left in shreds among the surviving human rebels. She has no one to turn to, she is of no use to the vampires besides her role as a poster-child for human obedience, and the rebels hate her because of her image. They despise her; to them, she is a pampered, spoiled, well-fed sycophant, living well against their hardship and suffering. "'While you were sucking the Troika's cocks, my daughter was murdered and hung to bleed out from the window of our apartment building to serve as a warning to the other vampires who were considering mating with humans.'" Despite what the rebels believed, Carmina's life inside the Troika, as their toy, was nothing but pure torture. "In exchange for my services to the Troika's propaganda machine, I was passed around like a trophy among the highest level vampires. It was something of a badge of honor to vein fuck Alexis Sargosa's daughter." The Troika tortured her physically and mentally, anything from benignly making her clean their houses to putting a gun to her head just to smell her fear. Finally, they put her through one final act of invasion that she could no longer withstand, and thus, she formulates a flimsy, idiotic plan to run away. My sympathy for Carmina is real, but it doesn't diminish the fact that she's a moron. I have to give credit where it's due, and so I will say that it's probably not out of character that she acts the way she does. She's had no formal education besides what little her more benevolent vampire masters choose to give her, and everything she has is given by them. Therefore, I suppose it's not really her fault that she decides to try and outrun a squad of Troika police in a green silk dress and high heels. And I suppose I can forgive her for not having the slightest bit of a clue what to do once she escapes. Ok, maybe not. First things first, let's get back to the world at hand here. This is not our United States; the US is now split into 3 parts, and New York is now Nachtstadt (apparently, vampires speak German?). There has been a Blood War. There are fucking vampires living on the planet, outnumbering humans. What little bunches of rebels there are exist on the edge of nothing. It is a hard life to be a rebel. It is a hard life to be a human, because as a human, you are either a) confined to a labor camp or b) hooked up and drained for your blood à la Daybreakers style, which, as you can imagine, diminishes your lifespan pretty quickly. Everything is run by the Troika. Before the war, they bought out all the media companies, so all they had to do to immobilize humans and take over was flip a few switches and kill off the phones, internet, TVs. That's actually really effective, now that I think about it. Props to the evil vampiric masterminds, yo. So, in the midst of all this, humans are all but extinct and there are pretty much none living on the fringes. So where in the actual fuck would our intrepid heroine go once she's escaped? Once she's actually revealed the Troika's plot? Yeah. To say that Carmina doesn't really think things through is understating it. Sure, she'll escape in her silk dress and high heels, meet the rebels (who hate her from reputation), tell them of the plans, and then go on her merry way. "'None of this has anything to do with me. I just want to move on and try to cobble a life together...I didn't escape the Troika only to get involved in some scheme that would put me back into their crosshairs.'" Um, yeah. Tough shit, you walked right into it, sister. A little foresight wouldn't hurt, for future reference. You don't go into a mob of angry rebels after being the poster child for human obedience and expect to walk away scot-free after you've seen their secret lair. My complaints about Carmina aside, she does manage to grow up somewhat throughout the novella. The rebels themselves are not likeable characters, but they're not intended to be likeable characters. They're tough as rocks. They've had horrible things happen to them. In some cases, they've had their entire families killed. We don't learn too much of them, but from what I've read, Dare, Icarus, and Saga all have backgrounds that can easily be built-up to fully sympathetic and complex characters IF THIS WAS AN ACTUAL BOOK. I was left with too many questions for this book to fully work for me. Who are the Troika? We know they're vampires, but how are they different from the other vampires from before the Blood War? We know of the Blood War, how did vampires come into our knowledge and live alongside us before that? Why are certain blood types more valuable than others? Why and how did they use Meridian Six as propaganda? What do vampires look like? From what I read in this book, they either look normal or have fangs that make them look like "saber-toothed tigers." How are they able to reproduce with humans? Why are some vampires able to go around in the sun like Dare did? Why are some vampires alongside humans? And so on and so forth. Too many questions, too few answers. It's a decent little book, but it leaves me unsatisfied and frustrated. Oh, I forgot to add one element which greatly pleased me. NO UNNECESSARY ROMANCE IS FORCED UPON US. Hallelujah! ...more |
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Recommended for: religious readers who like their Bible with a side of plotless dystopia. If you are one of the aforementioned, then just skip reading
Recommended for: religious readers who like their Bible with a side of plotless dystopia. If you are one of the aforementioned, then just skip reading this review, it'll save you some time and you won't have to waste any more effort in leaving me a rage-filled and profanity-laced comment. Like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to the word "dystopia." Like a moth to a flame, I almost always get burned. Did I say dystopia? I meant Joel Osteen. At least it wasn't Glenn Beck, but still, that's not saying much. The premise and blurb was vague enough to give me pause, but what did I say earlier about moth and flames? I just can't resist a dystopian, in the hopes that this time, maybe the flame will turn out to be an LED light or something equally innocuous. I was wrong. Stupid, stupid me. As I scanned the blurb and got somewhat interested, I forgot to glance at the sidebar, where the categories are listed. Then I would have seen this book listed under the "Christian" category. Then I would have known better than to waste my time. My review on this book will be biased, mainly because I am not a religious person. But that's what a review is for, right? It's a subjective opinion, it's not fact. Someone reading this book may be heavily religious. They will undoubtedly love the fact that the book started with a quote from the Bible, and they will love the heavily religious intonations and messages throughout the book. I am not one of them. That is why my review will be biased. I do not appreciate religion being shoved down my throat. I do not have a problem with religion in general. I believe it has its place in society, and I don't have a problem with it in books. I just prefer books without an overwhelmingly religious message, and make no doubt, this book is extremely preachy. I've read books where characters are Christian, Jewish, Hindu, Buddhist, Church of Cthulhu (ok, not that one), etc...but those books differ from this one in that they: 1. Have a plot 2. Are well-written This book is neither. It feels like the author built a dystopian society based of a hatred for science and a love for religion, without a clear idea for a storyline. That is not my only reason for giving this book a low rating. The plot was full of holes, the dystopian society is not well-built, the characters complete fail to evoke any sort of emotion or empathy within me. In fairness, the background cast for this book are intentionally unemotional, the post-Nuclear war world in which they live is based on rationality and lack of emotion, but that's not the case with our "anomaly" of a main character, nor that of her love interest. They are, for lack of a better word, quite human with all the accompanying gross emotions, but I just find them extremely bland. Their love is bland, their emotions lacking, their personality underdeveloped and lacking in any sort of complexity. The premise is already lacking in credibility, and Thalli herself is an uncompelling heroine. A lacking-in-every way Musician who is destined for A GWEATER PUWPOSE BY THE DESIGNER. "'The Scientists designed you to be a Musician. And you are a beautiful Musician. But the Designer has plans that go beyond that. He has chosen you.'" This wouldn't be so incredible if Thalli was capable, but she's not. She has emotions (GASP!!!!!). She rebels. She talks too much. She's a good musician. She's less boring than the other rational characters in the book; she's still ridiculously uninspiring and untalented in any way. Her purpose as given by God far overreaches her actual capabilities, which amounts to zero. Thalli and Berk are rice cakes bland. Egg white bland. Salt-free bland. I'd compare them to brussel sprouts, but the bitterness of those oh-so-beloved vegetables give them more character than our monotonous, flavorless, and insipid Thallium (Thalli) and Berkelium (Berk). (In the future, children will be named after the period table elements. I am not kidding. It's a good thing they're a small underground society, there aren't that many elements...) So the premise: futuristic world, at least 40 years in the future. The United States, actually, the world, isn't really a world anymore. Billions have been killed by a Nuclear War. The remaining members of society (we're never given a clear idea of how many survived) moved underground into Pods (the word PODs + dystopia seems to be a bad combination, I should make a note for myself for future reference so I can avoid these books) where children are not conceived in the natural way, but somehow were just bred into existence without parents (again, never explained). Everyone seems to be white, nobody is gay, it's not an adequate representation of the world (even a small surviving population of it) as it is now, and even more inconveivable in the future, when presumably the world will be much more diverse. No such diversity here. Children are segregated by age, there seems to be 28 in Thalli and Berk's Pod C, and they're the 4th generation of Pod after the Nuclear War. It seems to be a tiny, tiny society, but we're never given a clear idea of how many survived. Not very many, if we're just going by the number of Pods. Even so, the scientists are determined to extinct the human race, it seems. Whenever a child in one of the Pods has an illness, he or she is eradicated. For example, one of Thalli's friend has some yellow mucus leaking from her nose. BOOM, time to die, bitches! I don't know about you, but where I live, it's called a nasal drip resulting from a cold, and that shit usually goes away on its own. Brilliant scientists save humankind...and are defeated by the common cold virus. Oh yeah, totally believable. This society is ruled by 10 scientists who have outlawed emotions. They figure, emotions and conflict caused the Nuclear War in the first place, so CLEARLY THE THING TO DO NOW TO REBUILD SOCIETY IS TO ENFORCE SELECTIC GENETIC BREEDING AND OUTLAW EMOTIONS IN THE INTEREST OF PEACE AND SCIENCE. There is such a backhanded commentary on science in this book. On the one hand, science is seen to be the salvation of the surviving human race. On the other hand, scientists are made to be evil villainous creatures who all but walk around twirling their moustaches and cackling evilly. They perform nefarious experiments. They are robotic. And for a bunch of doctors and Ph.Ds, they do the dumbest fucking things. Seriously? You expect people to believe that people don't die natural deaths, nor do they age? The writing is lackluster, emotionless. Just because the characters are meant to be rational in a science-based dystopia doesn't mean the writing has to be dull, but it truly is in this book. I really can't tell you how forgettable and confusing the plot is. It jumps from place to place, intertwined by Thalli's meeting with a man named John whose only job, it seems, is to preach to her and tell her about God, the Designer. I'm not making a joke about the preachiness of this book. The Designer this, the Designer that, the Designer is love, the Designer will correct all wrongs. Science is not the way. Etc...There is little rhyme nor rationality within the majority of the book's plot, but John's existence seems to serve the purpose of serving as a mini-sermon in between every other chapter. "'God sent his Son, Jesus, into this world to save the world,' John says. 'The world rejected him. They killed him.' 'I can identify with this Jesus.'" Whatever you say, Thalli. Update: I'm going to add half a star because I used the sheet of paper on which I took notes for this book to kill a spider on my wall. [image] ...more |
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This book, while technically perfect and a highly enjoyable read---fell a bit short of my expectations. I've enjoyed the other books in the series, bu
This book, while technically perfect and a highly enjoyable read---fell a bit short of my expectations. I've enjoyed the other books in the series, but I don't know...I can't exactly pinpoint it, but this book just didn't leave me completely satisfied; it just feels like I didn't enjoy it as much as I should have. I said it was technically perfect, and I meant it. The writing is great, the plot is quick-paced, and action-filled; character development was well-done. It does have its faults, but they are minor, and they did not bother me too much. It just lacked...something. Or maybe I'm just having an off-day. This is a continuation of a series, and you do need to read the previous books. There is a lot going on in this book, guys. I hate to use the clichéd phrase "the action never stops," but in the case of this book, it really is true, and it is a lot of fun. Right off the bat, Elisa and company are on the run. There is no explanation of what was going on, we are immediately immersed in the midst of Elisa going in pursuit of the captured Hector. There is no slow moment; they cannot afford to lose any time at all. Back in their country, there might be an imminent civil war, and they are under danger from the Inviernos, so they have to rush rush rush; there is no time to waste. For a good 75% of the book, we are on the move, constantly traveling, through mountains and forests and bad weather, snowstorms, and---the mines New characters are introduced, but only a few, and they are all relevant. I really think the entire book was well-written, I was never bored, the party's actions and decisions are rational, the plot moved along at an easily comprehensible pace, and I really loved that the character all play a significant role in the events of the book. There are no extraneous characters here. I have one wee complaint about Elisa. In the previous books, she is plagued with self-doubt, and I loved watching her grow. I have always wished that Elisa would become a stronger character. Well, um, I have to kind of eat my words, here, because I felt that in this book, she is a little bit too strong, a little bit too perfect. It seems like such a stupid grievance, but while Elisa still has her moments of doubt, her moments of silliness, they are overcome almost immediately, as she grits her teeth and powers through it. The self-doubt is still there, but it is minute, because of her determination to just get through this. She becomes a little bit too much of a martyr, for my liking. And I KNOW, I KNOW that she has to make all these sacrifices because of who she is...I still kind of miss her weaknesses. What I do love about Elisa is---finally, her acceptance of her own body, her own beauty. “You look beautiful,” Alodia says.The other characters, Belén, Mara, Hector, Storm, all feature promimently in this book as Elisa continues her quest, and they are truly essential to the story. I would venture to say that Hector is the weakest character in terms of character development, and to me, he was altogether forgettable, at times. If not for his status as Elisa's love, I don't think I would remember Hector much at all within this book. I love Mara and Belén's growing relationship, although I did want to bonk Mara on the head sometimes, for all her stubbornness. Of all the characters, I think I fell a little bit in love with Storm in this book...he plays a major role in the events, and his loyalty and devotion (that never crosses the line into love, no love triangle here, not even a hint of it, HALLELUJAH) to Elisa, as well as his own character development made him the most attractive character to me. I do love my haughty, stoic characters, who nurture a warm interior, and Storm is the personification of that. He just needs a good cuddle, really! I could have done without the addition of Mula as a side character in the book. I seriously doubt Elisa and Mara's judgment when they decided to bring her on, and I still seriously doubt their judgment after finishing the book. Given their mission, bringing Mula with them was a decision that felt incredibly unwise. She turned out to be useful, but they didn't know that at the time. It was a decision made from the heart, not the head, and there were too many ways that this choice could have gone wrong and bite them in the ass. A child has no place on a mission of such importance, and could only have brought them down. “Are you the commander?” Mula asks, squatting down near his head. He manages a nod as his eyes are drifting closed. “I’m Mula, but that’s just my name for now. Did you know that Elisa is the queen? She has a sparkle stone. She healed me because I’m her best slave. Want to see my feet?”I also found Mula incredibly annoying. I wanted less Mula, and more of another new character, Waterfall. The plot seems too much at times. There were so much going on in this book, that at times, some things felt really rushed. The last part of the book could easily be split into a book of its own; things were glossed over and events just resolved themselves too easily, for the sake of time and space constraints within in the last section of the book. I am glad that this series drew to a satisfying conclusion, but I can't help thinking this book would have been a lot better, split into two. For a book of this quality, I would not mind the wait. ...more |
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[image] Don’t focus on the edge. Stay inside the tracks. Stay in this little place where awful things happen, but where beauty hides in beams of sun[image] Don’t focus on the edge. Stay inside the tracks. Stay in this little place where awful things happen, but where beauty hides in beams of sunlight, in the green grass and the gentle lapping of the lake forming and destroying watery shapes. Ignore the men in uniforms that stand at length, sullying the image. They’ll be gone soon. Everything will go back to normal.A beautifully written book that is superior to most YA dystopian novels I have read this year. The world building is intricate, the main character is likeable, and the side characters are immensely well-crafted. The only failing is in the weaker second half of the book, where the plot delved into somewhat of a hurried mess, with some really strange twists that just came out of nowhere. I hate gushing reviews, and I will try not to do so here, but in my opinion, this book is pretty aptly named. Frankly, Perfect Ruin is anything but a ruin; for me it is a nearly flawless YA dystopian. What drew me to the book was the idea of a floating island in the sky, because it reminded me of the Miyazaki film: Laputa: Castle in the Sky. The concept may be familiar, but the premise is completely different; regardless, I very much enjoyed this rendition. Our main character is Morgan Stockhour. The setting is Internment, an island removed from the Ground, now ripped up and floating in the sky. It is a small island, it can only support so many people, it is ruled by Decision Makers, and has a King. Over the past centuries, society has developed, it has developed a culture and a religion of its own, and not much at all is known about the Earth, what is known to the people of Internment as the Ground. Few people approach the edge of Internment, to do so, to look down beyond the expanse of space and land is to invite madness. Morgan knows, because her brother, Lex, was one of those Jumpers. She and her family have been shamed by the event, but it doesn't bother Morgan too much. She has her loyal best friend, Pen. She has her wonderful betrothed, Basil. It is a quiet, uneventful existence, cluttered with small traumas within her family that run deep, but it is life, and Morgan is fairly satisfied with it. Her peaceful existence is shattered, and Internment's citizens are rocked to the core when a murder happens. Crimes are very, very rare in Internment, murder is almost unheard of, and Morgan no longer feels safe. They eventually capture a boy, Judas, who is responsible for the murder, but Morgan's encounters with him and another girl leads her to believe that there's something more lurking underneath the peaceful façade of Internment. She looks at me, and her eyes are full of so much pain that it astounds me.The Plot Without revealing any spoilers, the only complaint I have towards this book is the plot. It is slowly built up, which is fine with me, but the second half felt so rushed, so out of place, and there were twists in it that just came out of thin air. There was no sense of rationality in some of the things that happened towards the latter of the book. Really, that's the only thing that failed for me. The Setting The world building is extraordinary. Not everything is explained completely, but that's fine by me. Why? The gaps in my knowledge of Internment and how it came to be is the same as our narrator Morgan's gaps in understanding. Certain knowledge is kept from the people of Internment, and while the setting is clearly, distinctly, thoroughly explained by Morgan by bits and pieces in the way, some knowledge is omitted simply because she does not know everything, and I find that perfectly acceptable and understandable. Internment is such an interesting place. Its technologies, traditions, religion are so well-built. It is not spoon-fed to us, you do not need a glossary (thank you, but no thank you, The Bone Season). The terminology is simple and the explanations easily and matter-of-factly given. Morgan is such an excellent narrator, she explains things so clearly and so well that it doesn't seem like we're reading from a textbook. We gradually learn that Internment believes in a Sky God, that they have certain technologies, that betrothals are arranged, that living spaces are assigned. We are given an explanation of how this system came into place. We are given a rough background of the past, of how previously Internment had a class system before it was abolished. Of how illnesses, births, deaths are handled. All this new information is given to us slowly throughout the novel, starting with the more innocent bits, then slowly going into the more sinister parts of Internment, such as the forced termination of babies if they are conceived before the parents are granted permission. Why the termination of the elderly is necessary. There is an explanation to everything, and the more we learn about Internment society, the darker it becomes; Internment is not the quiet, placid place that it initially seems to be. I absolutely loved the way this world is crafted. The Characters I liked Morgan, I really do. She is initially a "soft" character. A dreamer who feels like she's going crazy. Her family is under the stigma of her brother's Jump off the edge, which has left him blind and disabled, and Morgan feels like she is slowly going crazy as well. She fears that she is going to turn into her brother, Lex. "...she asked if I had thoughts about the edge. I lied, Basil. I told her that of course I didn’t think about the edge. But I do. I dream about it. I want to know what will happen if I cross the tracks. I don’t want to jump; I just want to look down. I want to see what’s down there with my own eyes, not through a scope.”She is naive, but not excessively so. She questions herself, like a girl of her age is wont to do. She is a good daughter, she strives to be a good friend, she wants to be someone worthy of her (very wonderful) betrothed. She suppresses her desires because she wants to be normal. Morgan does make some questionable decisions throughout the novel, but overall, her character is a likeable one. What nailed me to this novel are the side characters. This book has more well-written side characters than any YA novels I can recall reading this year. In so many YA novels, side characters are...well, sidelined. They are given no personality beyond that of being convenient supporters or foils to the main character. This novel does not do that. Every single side character is well-built, with wonderfully layered complexity; I absolutely loved the insight into each character's personality and relationship with Morgan. Morgan's relationship with her family is so complex. Morgan's quiet sadness about her mother's deep, devastating depression. Her disappointment about the lack of relationship and time with her father due to his busy work schedule. Her love/hate relationship with her brother, Lex (one of my favorites). Her empathy and pity for her brother's lovely wife, Alice. Alice and Lex's loving, complicated, almost one-sided relationship at times. Morgan's best friend Pen, and her boisterous personality that masks something underneath. Pen and her betrothed Thomas' hate...then growing tolerance for each other. I cannot emphasize how well-depicted the side characters are. They are absolutely spectacular. The Romance Here's something you guys will probably never hear from me again regarding an YA novel. I absolutely loved the romance in this book. I don't usually fall in like with guys in books. I can name probably 2 guys in the history of all the books I've read who have been worthy of being added to my "book boyfriend" shelf. Well, the main love interest in this book, Basil, came pretty freaking close to being book-boyfriend #3. I'm also pretty notorious for my dislike, nay, my utter disdain accompanied by profanity-laced rants regarding a certain topic as a "love triangle." Well, let me just say in that sense, regarding this book, I am happy. Despite my persistent fear of such a horrifying occurrence happening in this book, I ended up being very, very happy. *sigh* Morgan has been betrothed to Basil since they were practically born. It is an assigned betrothal, every single person in Internment is given a partner, and once that partner is gone...there is no other. Basil is...well, perfect. Morgan and Basil have always been friends, but lately, her feelings towards him seems to have gradually changed, from one of casual friendship, to something that hints at more to come. I rest my head on his shoulder. His collarbone presses into my cheek, and I breathe in the sharp linen of his uniform and something faintly spicy-sweet. Up until last year, he smelled only of soap, if anything at all.Their relationship...their trust in one another, Basil's protectiveness of her---which, by the way, is never overbearing, his belief in her, his willingness to give her space, his faith in her. I haven't come so close to swooning over a guy in a novel for a long time. “Morgan.” He takes my hands. “Whatever you decide, I want you to know that I’ll stand behind it. I said I’d follow you off the edge, and I meant it. I’d jump into the sky with you. Wherever you go, you won’t have to go alone.”*swallows lump in throat* I'm forming a Basil fanclub. Who's with me? Highly recommended due to a beautifully-crafted dystopian setting, gorgeous writing, and a wonderfully complex cast of characters. ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5 There are tens of thousands of people, all around you, maybe hundreds of thousands, who at some point have experienced sometActual rating: 3.5 There are tens of thousands of people, all around you, maybe hundreds of thousands, who at some point have experienced something that they can’t explain. And these people are silent. They are ashamed. They are afraid. They are convinced that they are the only ones, and so they say nothing. That is the real reason the Pax Arcana is so powerful. Rationality is king, and your emperor isn’t wearing any clothes.This was a fast read, a well-explained but very traditional version of a paranormal world existing besides our own. The characters and their personalities are nothing complex, but the main character is funny and snarky without crossing the line into annoying territory, and his narrative voice made the book a lot of fun. This book doesn't break any mold, but it's still a good one. John Charming looks like your average bartender...until a statuesque blonde and a vampire walks into his bar. I mean, "pub." We then learn about his Deep, Dark Secret. He is a rare breed, indeed. Half werewolf, half Knight Templar. Half monster, half dedicated to an order dedicated to eradicating such misbehaving monsters from the world. Let's face it, have you ever heard of a well-mannered werewolf when the moon comes around? Nuh uh. It's like a calorie-free chocolate bar. Theoretically perfect, but doesn't exist. Said statuesque blonde is Sig, a Valkyrie, a kick-ass woman in her own rights (with plenty of emotional and physical baggage). John gets reluctantly pulled into her oddball group of hangers-on; together they fight off the big, bad things that go bump in the night. Well, not really. Just a group of rogue vampires, led by a 17-year old teenaged mastermind who "wears cheap perfume that smells like a peach barfed on a lilac." (As a fan of perfumery, I found that passage particularly amusing.) Here's The Good, The Somewhat Bad, and The Bad. I honestly cannot title my list The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, because there's really nothing that stands out as being ugly in this book. The good The setting and world-building: Modern-day rural United States, with a paranormal twist. The setting is well-described, without being overly wordy, without being too far out of place for a book of this character, with a male narrator who is observant (he's trained to be), but doesn't feel overly effeminate in his scrunity (*cough* Ethan Wates). The paranormal aspect doesn't destroy any boundaries, it is a very traditional one. We have vampires, we have werewolves, we have geists, we have nagas. We have humans with skills beyond that of the ordinary, due to family inheritance, or due to religious beliefs. What I love are the explanations. We get a clear history of myths, of beliefs, and how they came about. Ordinary myths, like that of vampires fearing mirrors, are given a historical background, and explained; the explanations are clear, succinct, and never feels textbook-y, or out of character with the narrator's voice. That’s one of the things that sucks about magic: it moves molecules around; and when molecules move, electrons shift; and when electrons shift, the air becomes electromagnetically charged. This is why all of those reality shows about ghost hunters basically amount to a bunch of guys with science degrees getting excited while they talk about energy readings, and you’re just sitting there bored watching a TV screen fill up with fuzz and static before the cameras go off-line.Some things are given a historical explanation, other things have a more scientific-based background, some myths regarding the paranormal are based on a basic human instinct. The paranormal aspects of the story are so well-written, and I truly enjoyed reading about them. The writing & The narrative: “I’m involved with somebody else.”This book and the narrator's voice was a joy to read. The writing is, frankly, awesome. The narrator is disctinctly male, but not annoyingly so. I have to admit that I have a problem with male narrators in paranormal fiction. More often than not, they come off as either a) so downtrodden as to make doormats ashamed of sharing their name b) woefully emo, with a hipster-like pretentiousness that screams Holden Caulfield-wannabe c) an asshat I hereby declare John Charming to be one of the 2 (ok, technically, it's 1.75) male narrators in a paranormal whose narrative I actually loved. He is awesome. John is hilariously witty, he is snarky at times, without ever crossing the line into the territory where I wanted to take one of his own wisecracking jokes and shove it up his ass. John, for me, is my male equivalent of Georgina Kincaid, of Succubus Blues fame. Whatever there is wrong about this book, the writing and the spectacular narrative are not among its faults. Fine, I admit that I'm a little juvenile and a little frat-boy-ish when it comes to humor, but guys, this book was hilarious. The woman set Sig’s chocolate orgy out in front of her and deposited my steak on the table.Between John and Sig (buxom blonde Valkyrie)'s sexual-tension-laden banter, the whole book just flew by for me. The Somewhat Bad Main Character Building: I do like the characters, they're wonderfully written, but they could use a little more complexity and development. We are given an explanation into John's character (well, no shit, he's narrating the book in first-person POV), but I never feel like his despair, his existentialist suffering, was real. I laughed with him more than I cried with him. John's debacle and internal conflict between his wolf-self and his templar self, and his struggle with fulfilling his geas (or quest, to put it simply) was well-explained, but it just lacked a certain something that would make me empathize with him. I loved his personality, I like that he is respectful, I like that he admits his feelings, I like that he gives Sig her personal space when he asks for it, I like his determination; John is the perfect gentleman, he truly is a Prince Charming, if this were a fairy tale. But as a human, as a believable character, he leaves much to be desired. Sig was pretty kick-ass, as one would expect of a Valkyrie. She is beautiful, but she can seriously defend herself. She takes no bullshit. She has her flaws, and I loved her at first, but man...eventually she started grating on my nerves, and I know why. Despite the fact that Sig is not the main character...she is kind of a Mary Sue. She is too fucking perfect. A buxom, 6 foot tall blonde, descended from Nordic mythology, with serious fighting skills (and an admirable set of tits). She can put away impossible amounts of food without gaining weight. Men fall for her left and right. She's got a sad past...etc. Yes, her flaws are there, her past is mentioned, but the development of her character beyond her perfection is too brief to make an impression. Her wishy-washyness regarding romance and her unwavering loyalty to someone who is clearly wrong eventually got the better of me. I fell for Sig as much as John did, when we first met her. Unlike John, my good impression of her did not last. The Side Characters: Cute, but way too kitschy to be believable. We have a large, intimidating black man, with the terrifying name of Choo. We have Molly, small, cute, chubby woman who plays holiday music all the time and dresses like she's in the middle of Winter Wonderland because it makes her happy. We have the paunchy, ill-mannered, wisecracking cop. We have the surly Eastern European dudes who can barely grunt out a few words of English and who prefers to communicate with their fist and their sniper rifles. We have the Slavic boyfriend who is perpetually grumpy and inexplicably rude. We have the Indian Tech Guy. It gets a little too clichéd at times. I mean, I enjoyed their characters...but I would have appreciated some originality. Really? Why do all the grumpy guys have to be Eastern European. It's just too predictable. The Bad ...And...here we go. I'll give you 2 guesses. That's right! Insta-Love: People, people, these are fucking ADULTS we're talking about. Reasonable adults with extended lifespans (remember, John has been alive for almost a century) SHOULD NOT FALL IN LOVE THIS QUICKLY. And in the middle of a huge mess of an investigation, no less. I'm glad Sig pointed out the ridiculousness of it, but John, get your head together, man! The Love Triangle: Or rather, the love square. Because it seems like every guy (and a few girls) in this book just adoooooooooores Sig. But geez, there's so much conflict between Sig's suitor and current boyfriend. The two guys act like two little kids fighting over a toy they both want. The macho tension practically oozed from the page. I half expected either of them to pee on Sig's leg to mark their territory at various points during the book. Overall: recommended, for a fun, fast, lighthearted paranormal fantasy with a great narrator. ...more |
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No spoilers Jonestown. Heaven's Gate. Warren Jeffs. Child brides. Cults. They're inherently fascinating to most of us. This was an excellent book, but i No spoilers Jonestown. Heaven's Gate. Warren Jeffs. Child brides. Cults. They're inherently fascinating to most of us. This was an excellent book, but it was not a light book, nor a happy book. Then again, one does not I loved this book, but I cannot say I enjoyed reading it, because it was such a harrowing experience. “I can’t really be bothered by something if I don’t know that it exists. I like where I live and how I live. The smaller your world is, the safer it is, you know? I may not know about every kind of junk food or movie or book, but I don’t have to worry about someone taking someone that I love, or eating something that might ultimately kill me, or wondering every morning if someone will come to my school with a gun and shoot me or my friends, or if a group of terrorists will come and blow up the building where my parents work. The world can be a pretty scary place to live. It’s a lot less scary when there isn’t so much of it open to you."This book is told through the eyes of 17-year old Lyla. She and her parents have been living in Mandrodage Meadows (an anagram for Armageddon Meadows), headed by the astoundingly charismatic leader, Pioneer. Theirs is what we of the outside world would call a "doomsday cult." Theirs is a small community of around 20 families all working together to financially support the community, all coming from the outside world and personally selected by Pioneer to be "saved." They are the lucky ones, they are the chosen; they will be saved by the Brethren, like the animals on Noah's Ark, when the end of the world comes. And it is coming very, very soon. This book was so gut-wrenching to read, and absolutely riveting for the incredible psychological insight within such a community, within the hearts and minds of people. The things people will do to stay safe, to protect their loved ones. There is a scene involving Lyla's parents near the end that was absolutely wrenching to read. Every single person inside Mandrodage Meadows was realistic for me. Pioneer: even if he is not the main character, he is absolutely larger-than-life within the book, as well he should be. I felt his charisma, I saw his techniques of manipulation and how utterly well-done it was. He is, without a doubt, the mastermind of the community. It takes a special kind of person to lead a cult, to get people to believe in you, to control them and their beliefs, and throughout the book, Pioneer was utterly credible as the master manipulator that he was. I was horrified and fascinated by the methods he used to inveigle control over a person's mind, to win their trust, to ultimately bending their will to his. He manipulates the media to his advantage, he censors everything; music, books, nothing is allowed to be seen or viewed without his prior approval, and he uses that to devastating effect. The Indian Ocean tsunami, Hurricane Katrina, the Japanese earthquake and tsunami of 2011...everything is molded by Pioneer to serve as further proof that the world is ending soon. As despicable a person as he is, as much as I loathed him, Pioneer was an absolutely mesmerizing character for me. Lyla: our main character and narrator. I initially did not like her, but my opinion changed throughout the course of the book. Within the first 20% of the book, Lyla's character seemed...for lack of a better word...generic. She is scared, she knows what she should do, but she mentally can't do it, she's weak, she falls into insta-love despite being promised to her beloved childhood best friend...etc. My opinion of her did not remain poor for long. She is such a good narrator, she portrays just the right amount of innocence and naiveté for someone of her upbringing, and the more I knew of her and her background, the more I found it easy to sympathize with her. It was so interesting to see through Lyla's eyes the effects of Pioneer's manipulation. She loves him, she worships him, and he uses her trust to instill fear and yet more devotion within her and the community. I greatly enjoyed Lyla's narrative, she is sheltered, but she is no fluffy, light-headed fool. She is never malicious, never cruel to other girls, and I loved Lyla for the complex character that she is. Through Lyla's eyes and thoughts, we gradually find out about her past, and how the community came to be formed after 9/11. It is a community forged on fear, and it is an utterly effective tool. The romance: I come off as a broken record in my reviews sometimes, because so often I do not like the way romance between the characters is portrayed. Well...here we go again. It is not altogether terrible, and the crush and romance between Lyla and Cody did not really appear until the latter half of the novel, but it still felt largely unnecessary to me. The book itself is wonderful enough and on a topic that's important enough to not need the taint of yet another clichéd teenage romance. As much as I complain about insta-love, this book is really not that terrible. Lyla is promised to Will, her childhood best friend, whom she adores in an attached, brotherly manner. For her, Will is like a beautiful painting that never lights a spark of inspiration within her. The attraction between Cody and Lyla is more believable, and I grudgingly concede---somewhat understandable, because they are both equally fascinating to one another. Lyla is interested in Cody because, as she admits herself, her interactions with boys outside of her very limited world is nonexistent. Cody's attraction to Lyla is more of an interest than just love at first sight. “Truthfully? I don’t know. I mean, you’re not exactly like any other girls I know. And you might be fairly cute, which helps...But I think mostly it’s because you sort of intrigue me. You’re more smothered by your parents and your situation than I’ve ever been by mine, and yet you don’t seem to notice that much...or even really mind. I don’t get it.”This is not a perfect book, the ending left some questions that I wanted answered, and I could definitely do without a few characters. Ultimately, this was an engrossing book, with excellent writing and characterization. Highly recommended. ...more |
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