Khanh, first of her name, mother of bunnies > Books: girly-guy (15)
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0312569033
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| 24,313
| Jun 05, 2012
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did not like it
| It was possible that Sahalia hadn’t realized she was pretty much sticking her butt in our faces. And maybe she hadn’t known just how sheer that shi It was possible that Sahalia hadn’t realized she was pretty much sticking her butt in our faces. And maybe she hadn’t known just how sheer that shirt would get.Just by the weakness of the storyline and the nonexistent/unexplained setting alone and the extremely feminine and unconvincingly male narrator, this book is pretty fucking bad and best described as a "clusterfuck." When you add in slut shaming of a 13-year old girl, who almost gets raped because her would-be-rapist thought she was asking for it, that's when I fucking see red. But it's ok when the entire group, which has been slut-shaming her for her provocative dress for the entire fucking book suddenly tell her "it's not your fault you were almost raped." No, that's not forgivable. It doesn't justify drawing the poor girl as a character to be reviled for the entire fucking book. Fuck that shit. There is so much female hate in this book. It is a survival scenario in which the competent females in the book are portrayed as maternal nurturers instead of people who can actually hold their own. Josie was a natural.The girls are meek. They do what they're told. It doesn't fucking matter if they're competent. A girl is going to be a babysitter while the boys take care of business. “Alex, help Jake. Figure it out. Astrid, keep the little kids out of the way.”The girliest boy in the group, naturally, is relegated to the role of cook, no matter how atrocious he is at it. The leadership roles are taken over by those who happen to have an Y in their chromosome, no matter if they're jealous, drunk, high, or future rapists. And then there's the slut shaming of the 13-year old girl, Sahalia. Sahalia is a 13-going on 30-year old, who dresses like a "hooker." She had on a giant pair of men’s overalls, cut off at the knee. Under them she was wearing very little. A lace bra and matching lace panties. You could see the bra through them because the sides of overalls are totally open. You could also see the lace cutting over her hip. You could almost see where it connected with the thong part in the back.It doesn't matter if the entire world is collapsing. Sahalia was wearing what I can best describe as a costume. A sexy carpenter costume. Maybe a sexy farmer.Sahalia will always manage to find the skimpiest possible outfit to wear. Now her behind is facing us, and they are short shorts she is wearing. So we can see … too much. We can see skin under the leg of her shorts. The creamy skin of her inner, inner thigh.Sahalia has an attitude. She doesn't like authority until a guy yells at her and tells her what to do. “I can carry a stupid sledgehammer,” she sassed.Other girls slut shame her because to them, Sahalia is a little slut who dresses the way she does so she can attract male attention. “Enough!” Josie said. “We get it, okay? You’re sexy and you want to have sex with these guys. We get it. But, honey, it’s not going to happen because you are thirteen. Thir. Teen. Do you understand what I’m saying?”So it's just the final fucking straw that Sahalia almost gets raped, and her would-be rapist tries to blame her for it. “She’s crazy, that girl,” Robbie said. “She kept talking about how none of you think she’s a grown-up but how she is, and she wanted to prove it to you, and honestly, I was trying to get her to put back her nightgown on when that other crazy girl came with the gun.”In the end, Sahalia's group believes her and supports her, but that support feels entirely forced when the entire fucking book, they've been criticizing her behavior, her dress, her desperation, and her rampant flirtation. Fuck that shit. Now for the actual plot. It's fucking horrible. This book is a YA novel with characters straight out of a Middle Grade book, and that's actually an insult to Middle Grade books because of how fucking poorly-drawn, clichéd, and one-dimensional the characters are. The Premise: Let's take all the fucking apocalyptic scenarios in the entire fucking world and throw them together. Hail the size of a bucket? Yep! Hail in all different sizes from little to that-can’t-be-hail was pelting the street.An earthquake? Sure! A foreshock, even! And here’s the hilarious part—it was a FORESHOCK. Apparently, that’s what happens when you’re about to experience an 8.2. It’s an earthquake so big it sends messengers ahead.A volcano?! Yeah! A superfuckingvolcano that would make Mt. Krakatoa tremble (no pun intended). The western face of the entire island had exploded with the eruption of the volcano. Five hundred billion tons of rock and lava had avalanched into the ocean.Five hundred billion tons! How the fuck did they measure that, I wonder? A tsunami? You got it! The explosion had created a “megatsunami.”A chemical mushroom cloud? Sure, why not! We have breaking news. There are reports coming in of a leak. A chemical leak. Chemical warfare compounds.And while we're at it, let's just throw in some pseudo-science paranormal shit, too. “The compounds attack based on blood type. People with blood type A will develop severe blisters on all exposed skin. After prolonged exposure, the internal organs will begin to hemorrhage, leading to organ failure and death.”What the fuck is this? That's just...not plausible at all. Blood types have played a minor role in disease, but it's mostly concerning diseases like malaria and dengue fever...it's not that far in the future. Concerning all the clusterfuck of disasters that have been thrown at us, this seems to be too much of a stretch. The entire premise is pretty unbelievable, too. It's 2024. Some years in the future. I know we can't prevent volcanic explosions, or earthquakes, but wouldn't we have an inclination if such a massively disastrous event would be happening? In this book, it all happened out of the blue, and everyone is shocked. The background is completely unexplained, and for some reason the government runs the internet airwaves. We have enough trouble getting people to use Microsoft and Apple Cloud technologies, and enough trouble getting all the internet providers to participate. The idea of a state-run internet is completely absurd, so close to the present. Super Wal-Mart: The kids are trapped in the book's equivalent of a Super Wal-Mart, which is a store in which you can buy baby diapers, drugs, clothing, guns, and tractor parts all in one store. It's massive. It's the size of a football stadium, and really, a bunch of kids can live there in years if electricity holds up. And that's the problem, the power seems to work. The store has everything, and the kids are just a bunch of stupid brats running around inside a store, arguing with each other, getting drunk, and holding largely pointless elections. “Guys, I am the QB,” he said. “That means quarterback! The quarterback is the guy on the team who calls the shots and makes sure everyone plays their best. And I’m gonna be a great QB for this team. Us. That’s why you should elect me the leader!”Lord of the Flies, this ain't. It's such a juvenile story, slapdashed together, without a sense of urgency and danger, despite the millions and billions of death happening outside. There is hardly any mourning for the dead, hardly any thoughts to parents and siblings and dead loved ones, or maybe living loved ones who may be suffering. The narrator is only focused on the present, and the present involves romance and sex, the apocalypse is just a convenient event to get close to a crush. The Characters: Oh, the fucking tropes. The main character is a guy, Dean, but nicknamed "Geraldine" by his bullies. I can see why they did, Dean is one of the most unconvinging male narrators I've ever read, I mean what kind of teenaged boy worries about a CNN reporter's makeup when she's reporting about a volcano destroying the world? Her eye makeup was all smeared around her eyes and I wondered why nobody fixed her makeup. It was CNN, for God’s sake.There's the jock, Jake. The All-American girl and object of desire, Astrid, bad-boy jock Brayden, boy-scout and survivalist, Niko. They hunted for their own food and had no electricity and used wild mushrooms for toilet paper. That kind of thing. People called Niko “Brave Hunter ManThe whore, Saharia, the Sainted-Mary Josie, the dull as hell "good guy" main character, Dean, his all-book-smarts and no common sense little brother, Alex, and a bunch of the most unbelievable, annoying little grade school fuckers that I've ever met. I've never been a fan of children in survival scenarios, and this book is no exception. There's the 7-year old evangelist, Batista, who never, ever stops preaching the word of God. I had already overheard him reprimand Brayden for cursing (“Taking the Lord’s name in vain is a sin!”), tattle on Chloe for pushing Ulysses (“Shoving is a sin!”), and inform the other little kids that not saying grace before eating was a sin (“Before we eat, God wants us sinners to give thanks!”).5-year old Chloe, who never fucking stops whining. “Turn it to Tabi-Teens,” Chloe whined. “This is bo-ring!”And 5-year old Max, that fucking Max can recite passages from any fucking conversation he's overheard. “My mom once took me in the ladies’ room,” Max volunteered. “And there was this lady in there crying and she had a ice cube and she was rubbing it on her eye and she said, ‘If Harry hits me one more time, I don’t know what I’ll do,’ and then this other lady came out of a stall and she said, ‘If Harry hits you one more time, you give him the end of this to suck on!’ And she puts a real, actual gun down on the sink. Made of metal, I am not even kidding. And then my momma turns to me and goes, ‘Tell your daddy to bring you to the men’s room.’”The Romance: “Oh man, getting laid is so awesome,” Jake said, scratching his head. “It’s just absolutely the best thing ever. Once you get it, all you can think of is getting it again. Sometimes I’m having sex and I’m worried about the next time I’m gonna have sex!”This book reads like a Middle Grade novel, which is why it's so fucking weird when all the sexual content start popping up. There's the episode when Sahalia almost got raped. There's the incident where Astrid takes her top off for a boy. There's all the sexual discussions that would be laughable if it weren't so out of place. And then there's Dean's FEEEEEEEEEELINGS for Astrid. The perfect Astrid. His observations about her are so obsessive and feminine it's like nothing but Astrid exists. Apocalypse? Whatever. Astrid. Kids are freaking out because they were just involved in a bus accident? Astrid's hair! Astrid looked beautiful talking to them, hearing about their favorite kinds of pizza, with the wind picking up the tendrils of her hair and bringing a flush to her cheeks.He dreams about Astrid in his darkest moments. What I wanted was Astrid. She looked so good to me I wanted to take her, in a dark and terrible way.He stalked her and watches her while she undressed. Astrid’s body was so beautiful my throat closed up.She's hurt? Doesn't matter! Still beautiful! And there she was. So beautiful, laid out on my knees. She had her eyes closed, and for a moment, I just looked at her. Dirty face. Lips drawn together, chapped and rosy. Eyes red rimmed. The rise of her cheekbones. Eyebrows and lashes golden honey–colored. Some brown, dried freckle-dots that could be blood on her jawline.*gag* You expect me to LIKE a main character who stalks his crush, who watches her undressing without her knowledge, who gives little thought to anyone BUT the beauteous Astrid as the world explodes in flames? 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| 3.53
| 11,215
| Aug 09, 2011
| Sep 13, 2011
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did not like it
| I’ll have to decide: join Romeo or let the specter of my soul take me. I know I should be afraid for my future, but all I can think about is Ben.T I’ll have to decide: join Romeo or let the specter of my soul take me. I know I should be afraid for my future, but all I can think about is Ben.This book mocks the original Juliet's weakness, only to have the newly improved Juliet just as fucking dumb as the original. [image] So the original Shakespeare version, Juliet met Romeo, fell in love, and died for love within three days. In this retelling of Juliet's story, before this book starts, Juliet still ran away with Romeo, and then said Romeo stabbed her and ate her like a zombie. Flesh and blood dripping from his mouth and everything. It was pretty neat. Flash forward 700 years in which Juliet is older, wiser, more wary of the perils of insta-love? Fucking nope! One would think a reimagined, powerful, supernatural Juliet would have learned a fucking lesson or two: nope! This book was terrible. Here is why: - A stupid, stupid main character who makes the same mistake as the original Juliet, made worse by the fact that she was KILLED the first time. She's ruled by her passions, there is no reason in her behavior. - Insta-love, a love triangle between the new, improved zombie Romeo and new boy Ben Luna. Ben. Ben. GEE, I WONDER WHO BEN COULD BE?! It's not like he has a character with a similar name in Romeo and Juliet or anything!!!11 - Terrible side characters: basically, the stars of the book are Juliet and Ben. Nobody else need apply. - Poor setting: The whole we're gonna give you renewed life so you can play Cupid? No. - Poor female characters: Her best friend, her "mother," both uncaring, cruel, callous bitches, depicted as inferior to Juliet (insta-love Juliet) in every way. - The premise: weak as Ben and Juliet's insta-love. The idea of a love ambassador is pretty bloody and neat until you take into consideration the fact that it doesn't make any sense at all, and I'm not talking about the suspension of disbelief and the supernatural element. I'm talking about the fact that the reasoning behind the soul mate thing makes no fucking sense. The Summary: He turns and our eyes meet, and that sense of knowing him hits, catching me in my empty gut. For a moment, the sadness and pain in his eyes is my pain, and I desperately want to make it better. I want to reach for him, hold him, whisper into the warm crook of his neck that everything is going to be okay, that I’ll make it that way.(Psst, that's the first time they meet) Day 0.5 (because it takes place when the day's practically over): Juliet is awake! Well, kind of. This ain't Shakespeare's Juliet...well, she's the inspiration for it, but the Shakespearean version was a falsehood, told to the dude by the sneaky, conniving son of a bitch that's Romeo. The real Juliet died at age 14, in 1304 Verona. Killed by the man she loved. And now Romeo is kind of a zombie. He reincarnates from one life to another, living constantly on earth as an immortal Mercenary, whereas Juliet only gets to come back to earth once in awhile, as an Ambassador. Think of her as Cupid, she makes sure that a pair of true lovers end up together, or else they will fall prey to the forces of darkness and one of them will die a horrible death like she did. At the hands of Romeo. Did I say that Romeo is a zombie? He's a total zombie. ...flesh in his teeth, blood dripping down his chin.So now Juliet has been given an assignment, she's given the body of Ariel Dragland, a stunningly beautiful, extremely thin platinum-blonde high school outcast with self-esteem issues and mommy problems. Yeah, an outcast, because she's a little bit scarred from being burned as a child. So here's Juliet/Ariel. On earth. Almost dead from a car accident, and OH CRAP THERE'S ROMEO, now in the body of a boy named Dylan. Juliet/Ariel runs like fuck, Romeo is chasing after her (he's a fast zombie), and OMG YAY A CAR. She runs into the car, and is struck down by insta-love. The rescuer is a high school boy named Ben Luna. The attraction is immediate. I’m suddenly very aware of him, as well, of his front warming my back, his thighs shifting beneath mine. I clear my throat, blushing for the first time in so long the strangeness of hot cheeks makes me blink.Ben is Mexican-American. He likes to uses randomly inserted Spanish words. “Then this really isn’t your lucky night, chica."I almost typed "Mexican words" for a moment before I caught myself. Lol. We all have our brain farts. So crazy zombie Romeo/Dylan is after Ariel/Juliet. They go to the same high school. Hooray! Doesn't matter. What's important is BEN. BEN. She feels such...familiarity with him, she feels an intense longing for him, despite knowing Ben that night for all of 1 hour.She wants to kiss him as he drops her off. I stay and let him come closer, closer, until I can feel the heat of his lips and imagine just how perfect they’ll feel, how perfect he’ll taste, how—She can't stop thinking about him for the rest of the night. I fist the damp wipe in my hand, reining in the part of me that aches for this boy with the big brown eyes.Famous last words. Ben is Mexican. "Dulces sueños, Mermaid.”Day 2: So Juliet's still got a job to do, right? She's got to find the designated couple of soulmates and make them fall in love or else one of them will die a horrible horrible death. Nobody wants that, except for Romeo. Awesome. So where are they? As it turned out, one of the couple is Gemma, Juliet/Ariel's best friend since second grade. The one girl who has befriended Ariel despite the entire class neglecting and making fun of her. There's an aura over her head. Gemma is 1/2 of the soulmate. And then I turn back to Gemma...lost in the rosy glow surrounding her chest.And the other 1/2 of the soulmates? Ben. Something in my gut twists and for a moment I’m dizzy, weightless, as if the floor has been ripped from beneath me, but I don’t know which way to fall.Well, awesome! Best friend in love and designated to be soulmates with the guy who saved her the other night. What could be better? Well, for starters, JULIET CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT BEN. I shake my head. This has to stop. I can’t go to pieces every time I see his face. I have to pull it together, be a good influence, make sure he commits to the love of his life and lives happily ever after.But it doesn't. Juliet can't stop thinking about him. Romeo is on her ass. And Ben is still determined to prove to us that he's Mexican. Ben laughs. “Dios mio. Fine, crazy woman.”Day 3: GEMMA. THAT BITCH. SHE'S SO NOT WORTHY OF BEN. I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE HER TO BEN. Gemma’s thoughtless at best, mean-spirited and selfish at worst, and I want so much better for Ben.What?! Where the fuck did that come from?! Ok, so Juliet's in love with Ben. Romeo's still there declaring his undying (that was a zombie joke) love for Juliet if only she'd give him another chance. And Ben? After three (ok, 2.2?) days of knowing her, this is how he feels. “I’m not doing this right, and I know I sound crazy, but...I love you. I could see myself loving you for a long time.”Well, that escalated quickly. Three days. Three motherfucking days. “I love you. I want to do everything with you. I want to marry you and have kids with you and get old with you. And then I want to die the day before you do, so I never have to live without you.”[image] NOOOOOOOOOOO. WHYYYYYYYYYYYY. Do your fucking job, Juliet. Need I remind you of what would happen if you don't unite the soulmates? These two are my job, and if I don’t do it, one of them will die. Either they commit to each other or one of them commits murder and becomes a Mercenary. That’s the way it goes. Every. Single. Time.Fuck you, Juliet, you stupid bitch. YOU HAD ONE JOB. Ben is still Mexican. “Dios mio,” Ben says.Juliet: How can I think of loving someone again? How have I let this happen? Even if it weren’t forbidden, haven’t I learned my lesson?Apparently not. Juliet is a motherfucking moron. She's techniaclly over 700 years old, but she hasn't spent all that time on Earth. I’ve seen centuries pass, but I died when I was fourteen and have spent less than twenty conscious years on earth.20 years. That's a long time as an adult. Time spent being Cupid, making soulmates meet. She's been betrayed by love. She's seen the harm love can do. She knows the consequences of destined soulmates NOT falling in love, and she doesn't learn a motherfucking thing. She fell into insta-love with Romeo and elopes. He kills her. One would think she would know better not to fall into insta-love again. After THREE MOTHERFUCKING DAYS. She knows that the soulmates who aren't together will end up in a horrible death. SHE IGNORES THAT FOR HER OWN MOTHERFUCKING INSTA-LOVE. Gemma doesn't deserve him, says Juliet, the worst fucking Cupid ever. Not only that, she's determined to destroy the only friendship thar her borrowed body, Ariel, has. Gemma is her only friend. Ariel suffers from crippling shyness. Ariel has no other friends. And yet Juliet as Ariel sees fit to steal away her best friend's soulmate. She and Gemma are so different. It’s amazing they’ve stayed friends for as long as they have.That would be such a fucking cute sentiment if Juliet didn't steal away Ben under poor Gemma's nose. Oh my god, the love. THE LOVE. Juliet is so fucking purple-prosey-lovey-dovey. She can't contain her fucking emotions for Ben, a boy whom, I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but SHE'S KNOWN HIM FOR LESS THAN THREE DAYS. By the end of day 2, she's ready to declare her love. It's pure insta-love. There is no emotion behind it. She feels the familiarity, the desire, that's it. One little word from him is like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH MOTHERFUCKING CHERUBS SINGING FROM HEAVEN. Juliet is easily impressed. Romeo might have praised my loveliness with lyrical poetry, but he never made me feel as beautiful as Ben did when he said four simple words.Puh-please. Is that all it takes to get her to drop her panties? Be a little better than that. Have more fucking depths than that. Am I to believe that Juliet is a motherfucking Immortal Warrior? Fucking no. The Girl Hate: "You’re the one who messed up when you got pregnant when you were nineteen."Way to be a bitch to your own mother. Well, to Ariel's mother, but it's Ariel who's going to have to live with the consequences. This book hates women. Juliet/Ariel's mother is a careless person. Unfeeling about her daughter's feelings. Terrible at showing her love, even if Juliet acknowledges that she does love her daughter. She means that she cares, no matter how bad she is at showing it.Her best friend Gemma, is also another careless person. The hard light in Gemma’s eyes fades, and for a second I can see that she cares. Or that she wants to care.So none of the female side characters in this book is careing and loving and nice at all. To be fair, none of the guys in this book are any good, either, but the female characters are prominent, and I hate the female hate in this book. Gemma is a bitch. She doesn't deserve the angelic Ben. Gemma is a vindictive, selfish, spoiled girl who doesn’t deserve Ariel and certainly doesn’t deserve Ben’s love.Every attempt is made in this book to paint Gemma in a bad light, including making her the beautiful outcast rich girl, to making her a slutty character who plays around with boys like they were toys (and therefore deserves her heartbreak). Ben! The Abusive Romantic!: “He was only protecting her.”Oh, I'm sorry, did I accidentally read a New Adult novel? Ben is violent. He's beaten up people before. He's gotten arrested for it. But it's ok, because Ben was doing it for the sake of other people. He only beats up the bad guys ~_~ Therefore his violence is TOTALLY justified. Ben flirts with Juliet/Ariel while dating her best friend. I would almost swear that Ben is flirting. With me. Right in front of his soul mate. Which is so bad that bad can’t even begin to describe it.Uh, yah, you took the words right out of my mouth. Ben, who speaks with the eloquence of a thousand John Mayers. “I know you,” he says, with a quiet assurance that threatens to make my tears start all over again. “I know you’re strong and as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside. I know you like to eat and hate Shakespeare—at least the love stories—and would do anything for a friend. I know you’re an artist, and you made a wall of bricks look like it should be hanging in a museum."Ben, who is Mexican. “Olvida la escuela,” he says, anger in his eyes....more |
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0545551463
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| B00ESIVZF4
| 3.86
| 32,632
| Feb 25, 2014
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it was ok
| Here’s the basic difference between having a girl as a best friend as opposed to a guy. Here’s the basic difference between having a girl as a best friend as opposed to a guy.*barf* I don't bloody think so. If you have a really really cute guy friend and you guys have been close for so long but oh my god he's so hot and you think you're in love with him but does he like you and what about that time he checked out that other girl and oh my god you guys stay up all night talking and you're like *this* close and he makes your heart go aflutter because he's so *sigh* handsome and does he really see me the way I see him and I know he's dating my friend, but it's so awkward, and he'll never love her the way I love him, do I love him?! Oh my god, why can't he just see we were meant to be?!??!111ONE! and you feel like maybe you guys should declare your feelings *bluuuuuuush* and see where it takes you?!?!1 ;_; Then you might like this book. If not, you might find it incredibly nauseating, as I did. If you do have a friend like I described above, do yourself a favor, grow some balls, tell him, and just get the fuck over it, please. Don't waste your time languishing over what Could Be and what Could Have Been. There's more to life than that. Friendcest! I don't have a male sibling, so incest has never seriously icked me out, but I guess you could say that for me, this book is the equivalent of incest. I call it "friendcest." You see, I had a male best friend in high school. [image] We met in 9th grade, but didn't talk much. I had gotten over a terrible friendship breakup with my childhood BFF the previous summer, and swore to myself I would never be friends with anyone ever again (I was 15, ok?!). He sat behind me in French class the first day of 10th grade, and as they say, the rest is history. This is almost verbatim the conversation that facilitated our friendship: Him: I always thought you were the quiet genius in the corner. Me: *bursts into wild laughter* We talked every night on old-school AIM. We had almost nothing in common but our hatred towards society (we were teenagers, ok?), and our love for mocking stupid people (we were teenagers, ok?!). We boycotted prom night and chatted on AIM instead. We joined clubs together. We wrote obscene poetry during English Honors II together involving Queen Guinevere and Lancelot (we were reading The Once and Future King). I made fun of his love of country music. He made fun of my love for feminine-looking Japanese rockers (it was a phase). He taught the squeaky-clean baby Khanh to swear (I know you guys are grateful for that). I loved Harry Potter. He hated Harry Potter (and refused to read the book). And for our graduation present, he gave me the first Harry Potter DVD. I nearly bawled my eyes out. And there was never anything remotely romantic between us. Which is why this book made me rather queasy, because the entire message of this book is "I'VE HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU ALL ALONG, I JUST CAN'T SEE IT." This book does nothing to dispel the myth that guys and girls can't be just friends. Really, it's not about platonic friendship at all. It's the story of a boy and a girl who were meant to be all along, but just can't see it. I found it irritating, I hated the theatrics, I hated the cheating, I hated the selfishness, and I hated seeing the people hurt in the process of the Twoo Wuvvers(tm) as they leave broken hearts behind in their journey to discovering that they were Soul Mates(tm). For me, it was pretty terrible. It was filled with nothing but teenaged melodrama and hysterics. There was no depth, and the entire book left me tremendously bored because it was SO FILLED WITH FEEEEEELINGS. Platonic Friends, My Ass: The story started in middle school, when baby Levi and baby Macallan met. They almost instantly became BFFs, but that didn't last very long. The overwhelming feeling in this book is that Levi is the most obvivious idiot in the world. He goes around thinking, man, I'm the luckiest fella in the world, he's blissfully carefree, not knowing what's lurking underneath. Man, what I wouldn't give to be a guy. This was why Macallan was the greatest friend in the world. I hadn’t seen her in ten days, yet she wanted to be sure I saw my girlfriend.Well, guess what? You can't have your cake and eat it, too. The thing about Levi and Macallan is that we know all along that they have underlying feelings for each other. It was almost never platonic in nature. I didn’t know what bothered me more: the fact that my best friend had been keeping something from me or that she was currently flirting with some guy.Innocent Bystanders: Levi and Macallan are best friends, the trouble is that they're way too close. I said it was never platonic, and boy, do we see it in their respective relationships. Levi has a girlfriend. Macallan has a boyfriend. And both of them completely ignore their dates to talk to each other. They are self-absorbed, they are selfish, they are uncaring of anyone except themselves. For example, when they go on a double date, Levi and Mac can't stop talking to each other. Ian cleared his voice loudly. “So, Carrie, I think we need to intervene before the Levi and Macallan Show takes over. Once they get started, they don’t stop. Ever.”Ian and Carrie are Mac and Levi's dates. And to top it off, they're so absorbed in talking to each other that they don't even notice that their dates have left. Danielle could read the nonverbal exchange Levi and I shared. “Let me guess. You didn’t realize your dates left.”Levi = Sweet, Sweet Fantasy, Baby: Half the book is from a guy's perspective, but it almost doesn't feel that way. Levi is cute, but he's not a boy. He is entirely too feminine in his observations and his actions, despite his protestations and his manly grunts and his desperation to gain guy points with his macho Wisconsin guy friends. This book tries really, really fucking hard to be cute, and it doesn't work, and it does so by making Levi the most adorbs thing in the whole fucking world. Like the moment when Levi is filled with joy at receiving a coupon for a homemade meal from Macallan. Like the moment where Mac takes Levi to her mom's grave, and he proceeds to have an entire fucking conversation to her dead mother. WHAT THE FUCK? “Um, Mrs. Dietz, I’m Levi. I’m sure Macallan has told you all about me. And, well, none of it’s true, unless she told you I’m awesome.”*snorts* That's cute. It's also wildly improbable. I don't buy it. To top it off, Levi is filled with observaaaaaaaaations about how Macallan looks. Macallan’s hair in the spring and summer was my favorite; in the sun it was almost bright red with an orange undertone. But if we went inside it looked like it did in the fall.Bleeeeeeeeeeeech. Her hair looks like the fall: said no guy EVER. And I hate to presume, but I can't see a guy thinking this deeply and overanalyzing everything in excruciating fucking details. I hated that something was getting in the way of their friendship. And that something was me.Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUUUN: Do you like teenage drama? Petty jealousies? Catfights? Oh-my-god-does-he-like-me conversations? Oh-my-god-you-are-no-longer-my-friend conversations? Cheating? Love triangles? That's pretty much all this book is. It's a bunch of teenagers acting very teenaged and nothing else. There is no depth to any of the characters. The side characters, like Macallan's best friend, are shallow bitches who flirt and flit from boy to boy. There is no deeper subplot. I didn't feel like there was a deep driving force to any of the main characters, because the only thing they're fucking worried about is (in order of precendence) 1. Love 2. Themselves There are no deeper complications. There is no true character maturity. This was a shallow, nauseatingly predictable book. ...more |
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| Get a grip, Jenna, I tell myself furiously. People’s lives depend on you tomorrow, and all you can think about is snogging Max.As a child, I read Get a grip, Jenna, I tell myself furiously. People’s lives depend on you tomorrow, and all you can think about is snogging Max.As a child, I read almost the entire Baby Sitter's Club books. Almost 20 years later, I am rather bemused and amused to realize that I've essentially just read another story about babysitting. Sure, the premise is different, there's a dystopian future (and by dystopian, I mean the let's-throw-random-dystopian-element-crap-at-a-wall-and-see-what-sticks), but really, this is a story about a "tough" teenage girl who acts, more or less, as a babysitter to a delicate, fainting, stammering, blushing little boy. ‘Shut up,’ he says. ‘I hate you. I HATE YOU!’Who throws one hell of a tantrum. You might have noticed I used quotation marks for the word "tough." That's because this girl is a bad-ass, someone who is seriously kick ass. Only she shows no evidence of it in the book. Listen, I don't give a flying fuck if you proclaim yourself to be the biggest, baddest bitch in the whole wide fucking dystopian universe if you don't prove yourself. If you constantly quake in your fucking boots, if you constantly faint, if you're constantly fucking saved by the act of deus ex fucking machina, you ain't shit to me, ok? If you read nothing else of my review, this is what I want you to know about this book. It is a long fucking book with a long fucking nonsensical plot. 1. The dystopian world is generic dystopian bullshit 2. There is a self-proclaimed tough girl who does nothing to prove it. She takes on three identities in this book. She is Jenna, then "Mia," then "Jessica" 3. There is a horrifying amount of deus ex machina, as in "OH MY GOD WE'RE GOING TO DIE IN 2 SECONDS. Oh wait, we're suddenly saved for some fucking reason!11!! Thank you God, Allah, Oprah, and that one Jewish dude!" kind of crap 4. There's a boy who does absolutely fucking nothing for the plot but look cute 5. There is no relationship building whatsoever The Summary: Part I: Jenna Strong ‘What’re you in here for, anyway?’ he mumbles thickly.And she never shows a single moment of remorse. It is the year 2113 in England, now known as the IRB, or the Independent Republic of Britain. ACID is the police force that reigns supreme. Two years ago, Jenna Strong was a pampered, spoiled girl living in the Upper part of London, the wealthiest parts. She was to be LifePartnered (married) soon, at age 16. She had everything going for her. Until she killed her parents. Two years later, Jenna is 16, and sentenced to a maximum security prison for their murder. No longer a spoiled, soft girl, Jenna is now pure steel. She has shaved her head, her body is tight with muscles, and she is one bad bitch. Jenna thinks she's going to rot in prison until a riot breaks out, and her friend, Dr. Fisher died saving her. For such a big, bad-ass girl, Jenna faints. My head lolls to the side and darkness rolls over my vision like a wave.Part II: Mia Richardson: The face that stares back at me has brown eyes instead of grey. The nose is smaller, the chin rounder. The cheekbones are more pronounced. And all my scars are gone.Well, isn't that just lovely? Jenna is now rescued from prison, AND given an insta-makeover courtesy of plastic surgery within ONE day. She's even got her gorgeous hair back! In ONE day. Only now Jenna isn't Jenna anymore. She's involved in some kind of Super Secret Plan by the people who rescued her, and they won't tell her what. The only problem is that Jenna Strong is now wanted by ACID for the murder of Dr. Fisher, the person who helped her escape from prison. Falsely implicated for his death, and still wanted for the murder of her parents, Jenna now has to claim a new face, a new identity. Jenna must now become "Mia". And her life sucks. And her new pretend LifePartner sucks. Until she sees Max Fisher in the news. Max is the son of the late Dr. Fisher, and he, along with everyone, thinks Jenna murdered his dad. But "Mia" can't help but fantasize about him anyway when she sees his picture in the news despite knowing nothing about him. He’s not handsome, exactly, but he looks friendly and normal and nice; the sort of guy, if you were lucky enough to get Partnered to him, you could imagine curling up with and talking to until the small hours of the morning, and not even noticing what time it was.D'aww, isn't that just fucking cute. Until ever-so-conveniently, Max runs into her, tries to rob her in the world's most pitiful robbery attempt. ‘I – just – needed – some – stuff,’ he chokes.And promptly faints. As he lurches towards me his eyes roll back in his head and his legs fold underneath him like a puppet that has just had its strings cut.Apparently, Max is an accidental drug addict. He didn't MEAN to become an addict, he was forced to be one (long story). And now "Mia" is his babysitter. Max is useless, because he's a recovering drug addict. And he doesn't know that "Mia" is really Jenna, the one who killed his dad. Still, she babysits him, they run away together when ACID comes close. "Mia" mothers Max's weak, sickly ass. He’s fever-hot. Crap. Maybe he hasn’t just got a cold.Only to have him turn completely against her when he discovers her true identity. ‘You lying, murdering bitch.’ His eyes are shining with fury and hate. ‘All this time, I thought you were helping me. I thought you cared. And it was all lies.’So much for being grateful. And when ACID agents catch up to them, it's "Mia's" ass that Max hands them on a platter. ‘You don’t want me!’ he yells. ‘You want her! She’s a murderer!’Ah, young love! Such loyalty! Part II: Jessica Stone: And now "Mia" is in prison. Falsely accused of yet another crime she hasn't done. But she's not worried about her impending death. He’ll never know, now, how much I care about him. I want that moment back where he tried to kiss me. And this time, I want to let him, and I want to kiss him back.Also known as: priorities, Y DO U NOT HAZ THEM?! But she can't help herself. She can't stop thinking about Max! Poor, poor Max! Poor Max who fucking sold her out! She needs to rescue him from prison! But wait! Alas, her fate is not her own. Apparently the people who rescued her in the beginning (remember them? Like 1000 fucking years ago that was) has a Big Secret Plan all along! (where the FUCK were they?!) They are going to overthrow ACID. They're going to bring freeeeeeedom to the whole fucking Former United Kingdom. And they need Except...what about Max? ;_______________; So these Secret Super Special Rescuing Agent People have two choices. They can either: 1. Save the world or 2. Save Max OH, GEE. I WONDER WHICH OPTION OUR BRAVE FUCKING ‘So why can’t they rescue Max, then?’[image] The Setting: Also known as: WUT? Ok, so it's the year 2113. It's like 100 fucking years in the future. And England is pretty fucking unrecognizable. There's random ass bank collapses and shit and 53 fucking years ago, some people decided to take over England and restore morality to allllllllllll the peepz! So now we have the Independent Republic of Britain. Where girls are forced to get married at 16. Where marriage is no longer known as marriage but as "LifePartnered." Where there are public "LifePartner" ceremonies with big beautiful frilly fucking pricy dresses like a fucking quinceaneara or whatever they call it---party (I took French, not Spanish, ok?!). You have to apply for and get permission to have a child. There are fucking walls everywhere. There are Outer parts of London, Middle parts of London, and Upper parts, for lower, middle, upper classes. And why do people get to be in Upper levels of London? ‘Because we deserve it,’ Dad told me.Oh. Makes perfect fucking sense -_- What the fuck?! How did things change so drastically? I mean, what the fuck is with the no-marriage-LifePartner shit, what's with the getting married---oh, excuse me, LifePartnered at 16?! How the FUCK did that come about? I'm not saying that things can't drastically change in 50 years, I mean, look at Afghanistan. Back in the 60s the women in Afghanistan were wearing miniskirts and going to colleges and partying, and look at them now. But there was an actual basis for change, there were explanations, their country turned to ultra-conservative based on their religion. Are you trying to tell me that a Western country would go for that shit without giving me an adequate explanation?! Mia/Jenna/Jessica: Idiocy. Jenna is sold to us as a tough chick, but whatever, I don't see it. Throughout the book, Jenna is constantly saved by the act of God, or deus ex machina . She gets into a tough spot with an ACID officer. BAM, someone distracts the officer so that she can escape. She almost gets caught by another team of officers. OH WHOOPS THE OFFICERS JUST WALK RIGHT BY HER HIDING SPOT BECAUSE THEY DON'T THINK SHE COULD POSSIBLY HIDE THERE. Oh, they're about to get caught again! BOOM! Strangers to the rescue. Mia's about to die! AAAAAAAAAAH SHIT oh wait no, someone dies to save her life. Fucking spare me, please. All Mia does throughout the book is quiver, shake, quake in her pants, and regret not kissing Max. Her acts of heroism occurs so infrequently and when she finally does pull off some shit, it's so fucking improbable that I can't buy it. It's basically: GIRL PULLS OFF IDIOTIC ACT OF HEROISM IN THE NAME OF LOVE. Girl saves the world by accident. Fuck that shit. ...more |
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| "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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| “A boy.” “A boy.”If you love completely passive main characters with no interest other than a boy, this is the book for you. If you think Luce from the Fallen series and Bella from Twilight were such fantastically inspiring heroines, this book is for you. The main female character in this book makes Bella Swan seem like an sword-wielding, ass-kicking ninja girl. She sits. She walks. She ponders the meaning of life (but not really, she just thinks about her luuuuurve). And that's pretty much it. She has no motivation, no desire to get anything done but to be with the boy of her dreams. This is the story about the most feminine boy in the world, the epitome of desexualized romantic ideal, so pure and heartachingly romantic that it feels about as real as the poster of Nick Carter on my 13-year old self's wall. [image] Not this poster. Still funny. Colin is a paragon, an achingly romantic boy who will go to desperate lengths to get *bleeped* by the girl of his dreams. Who happens to be a ghost. A ghost with color-changing hair. He waves a hand, blindly indicating the area around her head. “Your hair is blond, and Jay says it’s brown. And your eyes? Oh God. What is going on?”What's going on, indeed! You know how in all those YA books, we readers complain about the heroine's different, special, unusual eyes that are purple, green, gold, amber, etc? Well, wait til you meet Lucy. I still have no idea what color her eyes are. Are they gray or brown? “Different? Aren’t they, like, brown or something?”Wait, no. They're green-brown. Her eyes are murky green-brown.Wait, no. They're violet, flecked with red. Wait, what the heck?! Her eyes are this rich, grinding violet, flecked with metallic redWait, no, crap! They're blue! Her eyes changed colors as he watched, from deep gray to an aching, honest blue.DAMMIT. NEVER MIND. Her eyes are yellow. Her eyes morph from dark to pale yellow in the light of the bright, full moon.NEVER MIND. They're greenish silver. He watches her eyes shift from green to silver in the light.I take that back. They're auburn? What?! Auburn?! Isn't that a hair color?! Her eyes open, and hunger and joy swirl green and auburn insideGosh darn it, I'm wrong again. Her eyes are indigo. Her eyes are a provocative, sympathetic indigo.ASKHFJDH DAMMIT. I made a mistake. They're brown again. Her eyes have gone metallic brown, swirling.Ok, I got it this time. Her eyes are burgundy. Her eyes darken, mocha swirling into burgundy....You know what? I give up. I just give up. [image] Her eyes are all the shades in that river of puke. This book is YA. I know to expect romance, but as they say, you never expect the Spanish Inquisition. What I was completely unprepared for is the overwhelming amount of insta-love and romance. There is nothing in this book but romance. I had hoped for a scary ghost story with elements of romance, instead, I got a romance in which one of the characters happen to be a ghost. I don't have a problem with romance, I have a problem with insta-love and I have a problem with simplistic, uncomplicated romances. There is zero relationship development, there is no conflict; this is a most blissfully uncomplicated, overwhelmingly unbelievable instance of romance with absolutely no spark, no chemistry, no fire. The Summary: Lucy wakes up alone in the forest. She is disoriented, she has no idea where she is, who she is. It turns out she's at a school, the most horrible school in the world. Saint Osanna's Preparatory School (more on why it's horrible later). She doesn't know what to do, she wanders into school, nobody seems to notice her. But then Lucy notices...him...Colin. Aaaaaaaaaand cue insta-love. Wild, dark curls fall into his eyes, and he flips them away with an unconscious shake of his head. In that moment, her silent heart twists beneath the empty walls of her chest. And she realizes, in the absence of hunger or thirst, discomfort or cold, this is the first physical sensation she’s had since waking under a sky full of falling leaves.Lucy whispers something to him, not knowing why. “I think I’m here for you.”Then disappears. Because that's completely natural. She attends class, nobody seems to notice her except Colin, and sometimes his best friend, Jay. To Jay, Lucy has brown hair, to Colin, Lucy has platinum blonde hair. Hair like moonbeam, like starlight. She looks like a shadow of a girl. A shadow wearing a cap of sunshine.[image]For some reason, nobody finds it strange that a strange new girl is, you know, attending class with them at school. After a long, long time, Lucy comes to the astounding realization that she's could be, you know, a ghost. She’s spent hours since she woke trying to understand what she is. If she’s back where she was killed, then is she a ghost?So she was murdered, but she's still not sure if she's a ghost! Clearly, Lucy isn't the brightest of stars. Which is surprising, since before her death, she was rumored to go to Harvard. Maybe they mean Harvard, a street, somewhere in Podunk. Meanwhile, Colin is obsessed, fascinated. Colin has met this girl ONCE and he cannot get her out of his head. She is all he thinks about. Colin hasn’t seen her in a week, and he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what she said just before she ran out the door.So quickly, astonishingly fast, they fall in love. They can barely touch, because electricity burns through them with every caress. He dreams about kissing her. He wants Lucy to be his girlfriend in every way that matters, including the ways that mean he can touch her. The urge to kiss her is becoming suffocating.She dreams about kissing him. If the simple touch of his lip on her fingertip felt so intense, what would it feel like to actually kiss him? She’s afraid she’d be unable to process so much sensation.Colin and Lucy discover that there is a way they can be together... “I started researching hypothermia, and it takes a long time for the brain to shut down entirely. I mean, in between being cold and being dead, there’s a lot of room.”Will he do it? Will Colin risk his life to feel boobies? His hands find waist, ribs, breasts. They grow wild and impatient, itching to feel every inch.What do you think? [image] The Most Horrible School In The World: Why the FUCK does anyone send their kids to Saint Osanna's? It's the most dangerous school in the world. Kids die there constantly, from suicide, exposure, any sorts of stuff. Stories of a place where students seemed to die at a higher rate than any other boarding school in the country. Colin never understood why it was a surprise that kids died or disappeared more frequently here than other places from things like exposure, pneumonia, and suicide.Ok, parents are protective of their kids. Boarding schools are expensive. Have you heard the news? Whenever something happens at a school, parents go crazy, so why the heck is THIS SCHOOL still in business? Furthermore, one of its former headmasters was a serial killer. Prosecutors allege the 42-year-old former headmaster of Saint Osanna’s boarding school outside of Coeur D’Alene stalked [his victim] for several weeks prior to the murder.Also, nobody seems to notice the fact that a strange girl is attending classes. Lucy’s been lurking around campus for more than two months—minus the ten days of unexpected vanish—and no teacher really bothers to question her presence, let alone her decidedly non-dress-code boots.Lucy is an unobtrusive presence, but people DO notice her. Why the fuck isn't a teacher noticing the fact that a strange girl not on the roll sheet attending their classes. The other students see her. Why does no one bother to talk to her? There were 2000 kids at my high school, even if one new student showed up in my 30-40 student class, you can bet your ass the teacher and the students would notice and say hi. This book's premise is so silly. Lucy: There was never anyone so useless as Lucy. She sits on a bench. Lucy is exactly where Jay said she was, sitting on a bench in front of Ethan Hall.She walks along a lake. “Amanda said they saw her walking down by the lake,”She's sittin' on the dock of the bay. There’s an old dock not far from where the trail ends. Colin isn’t surprised when he sees Lucy sitting at the end of it.She sits and waits. Sits and waits. Sits and waits. She sits by the statue of Saint Osanna the next morning with her arms wrapped around her legs pulled tight to her chest.Lucy doesn't give a crap about why she is here, on earth, as a ghost. She’s here, a ghost in girls’ clothing, haunting this private school. But she doesn’t want to haunt anyone. She wants to be tangible and solid. To sleep in a dorm and eat in the dining hall and flirt. With him. All she wants is to be near him.She doesn't give a crap about how to move on. She doesn't give a fuck about finding her parents. She tells him that she didn’t feel the need to find her parents even though they might still be alive and how that lack of compulsion worries her somehow.All Lucy cares about is being with the boy she loves for no reason at all. Colin: Colin is, like many of his YA compatriots, a Ken doll. He is an asexual ideal, a feminized boy who only exists in the very purest, very cleanest of romantic fantasies. I would say that he has no penis, but he seems to be able to think ONLY with his penis, so there goes that argument. What else would you expect from a boy who is willing to risk death to touch boobies? Colin's thoughts are so idealized, so detailed, that he doesn't feel at all masculine. I'm not saying that a guy can't wax poetic about a girl's looks, but this is just too much. Colin is everything a girl could want, he dreams about Lucy so much, and none of it is realistic. He wants more. He practically aches for her touch. It’s more than hormones. It’s like he’s physically drawn into her space, has to force himself to keep any sort of acceptable distance.Sucked into her presence. Drawn in by her aura. Please. He cannot stop thinking in excruciating details about her appearance. Her smile. Her eyes. Her dimple makes him think of giggled pleas, mischievous promises, and the taste of sugar on his tongue. Gunmetal eyes meet his, and the color is alive, churning like an angry ocean, pulling him in.He notices her "fragility," her "vulnerability," not to mention the various colors of her eyes while hiding his romantic thoughts from his macho best friend. Right, every girl's fantasy. Colin mumbles, “Maybe gray,” but his heart is thundering.Not recommended. This is a romance, and not even a believable one. Quotes taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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| "If you want, I’ll finish combing your hair.” "If you want, I’ll finish combing your hair.”Teenagers trapped on an island "RIFE WITH DANGERS." Oh my. Oh my goodness. Could it be...Battle Royale? Could it be Lost? FUCK YEAH! *chants* BLOOD! MURDER! DEATH! ...MODELS?!! I sat on the bed while Natalie messed with my hair. It was the latest surreal Nil moment of the day. Less Survivor, more like America’s Next Top Model, island-edition.Wait, what? It's less... [image] And more... [image] This was truly an atrocious book. There was no sense of danger, no sense of imminence, despite the fact that death looms if they overstay their welcome on the island. This is mainly because there is such a tremendous amount of insta-love and romance that it overshadows everything else. The book completely fails at creating any sense of urgency because of the utterly silly way the setting and the characters are portrayed. The book is told from two POVs, a boy and a girl (both of whom fall in insta-love). If you did not read the chapter titles, you could hardly tell which narrator was whom because the male narrator is completely unconvincing as a boy. The Summary: Charley is a tall, gorgeous girl who thinks she's a "freak show," while in a Target parking lot, she spots a shimmer in the air. Ok, that's weird---but then the shimmer eats her. The next thing she knows, Charley wakes up stark naked on an beautiful island. She is completely alone. It's ok, she's not naked for long. Conveniently, she finds a pair of clothes, boys' clothes that just fits her perfectly, considering she's a freak show and all. When all the girls grew curves, I’d just stretched, growing like crazy until I hit six feet. Recently my chest had made a small effort to catch up— the key word there was small— but I still had no hips. The boyish Bermudas were perfect.Lol, that's funny. Where I come from, we call 6 feet tall and flat-chested "supermodel material." Meanwhile, Thad is with his peepz in the "City," also on the island. He's talking about this woman--island---thing named Nil. Nil "whispers," at him. She, it, whatever "cackles," in his head. We're not sure what the fuck is going on here. But lo and behold, he finds a girl! Our "freak show" girl. Charley! Charley thinks she's hideous. For a second, I saw myself through his eyes: gaunt, sunburned, not a speck of makeup, looking like some six-foot wild child from the bush after twelve days of oceanside camping. I was a tropical freak show.Thad sees something else completely. She’d stood on the black sand, chin raised, Kevin’s shorts slung low on her hips and his bandana wrapped around her chest, her dark hair whipping around her shoulders, like a kick-ass character from a graphic novel.Aaaaaaaaaand cue insta-love! Life is hard, so hard on the tropical island. It's so dangerous. Lives are at stake. It's terrifying. A complete battle for survival. Life is so difficult because they have such limited food supplies. You know, because it's a tropical island with temperate weather and everything. Every day is a desperate fight for survival, right? I mean, it's not like pineapples and coconuts are everywhere. Oh, wait, they are. Pineapples and coconuts are everywhere. They suffer so much, having to eat pineapples and coconuts, fresh from the trees, day in and out. “Is that breakfast? Something smells delicious.”It's horrifying, really. Teenagers forced to eat freshly caught fish on a tropical island. My heart weeps. White and flaky, with a hint of citrus, the fish melted in my mouth.It's such a limited diet, I mean ALL THEY HAVE TO EAT IS SEAFOOD. Luckily, they can improvise. Like plump, sweet shrimps. Expecting fi sh, I was thrilled to find shrimp. The only thing better would’ve been a big ole pile of cheese grits on the side, but shrimp was shrimp, and this shrimp was good. Plump and tasty, it was seasoned with coarse sea salt and chopped fruit.And thankfully, they can spice things up with wraps with edible leaves! It's a tough life, eating freshly caught seafood. The landscape itself is treacherous. Terrifying. The Cove. Beautiful water as clear as glass, cascading into a black rock pool as cold as ice. Trees with deep green leaves the color of lush magnolias, kissing an Easter egg blue sky, lime green moss clinging to life on damp charcoal rock that will never burn.[image] Oh. Well, um. It's dangerous and difficult, because every day is spent fighting for survival! Right? I mean, there wouldn't be any time for parties or bonfires... There was a pit in the sand, lined with coals and an honest-to-goodness pig. There was a bonfire surrounded by black rock. Fish and crabs steamed over the fire, and yams baked near the crabs.Or playing volleyball. Up the beach, Heesham and Rives were pounding two wooden poles into the sand. A net stretched across the middle. Talla held a green ball; it appeared to be woven from the same green strips I’d tried to fashion a net from on my second week here, only these strips were cross-hatched in a tight pattern, forming a ball.Nor would we have time for surfing. Afternoon, a group of us went surfing. I managed to actually stand up for more than two seconds without falling off.Or paragliding. Slowing in the headwind, we glided over the rocks about seven meters off the ground. Jason cruised ahead of me. Landing was its own little rush, not quite like takeoff, but close.Nor would every single teenager look like they just stepped out of the pages of Abercrombie & Fitch, they wouldn't be CHILLING. I mean, let's be realistic here! A fire pit wafted lazy smoke into the air. Around the fire, kids laughed and talked. Two shirtless boys were playing catch with a coconut, throwing it like a football, their shoulders and backs rippling under a sheen of sweat. A girl built like a Playboy bunny was sprinting down the beach beside a tall boy with dreadlocks, like an advertisement for island athletic wear. Other kids floated on surfboards past the whitewater.And surely, they must be more concerned about survival than on relationship drama! “How do you know I kissed him?”WELL, FUCK THIS BOOK. The Setting & Premise: The problem with this book is that it creates no sense of urgency whatsoever, because this book is mainly concerned about describing a beautiful island, with beautiful teenagers, with wonderful, fresh foods, and spectacular scenery and heart-rending romance. Everything else is secondary. In order for me to believe in the danger, I have to feel that there is darkness lurking beneath the surface of the beauty. There isn't. The island itself is so spectacularly beautiful that it fails to impress on me the idea that it is dangerous whatsoever. We have lovely coves, beautiful scenery, flower fields. Blue sky shone ahead, and when we broke through the trees, an open meadow burst with color: purples, blues, pinks, reds, yellows, and lots of white. Riding the breeze, the colors shifted in gentle waves.There are resources in abundance, and it's hard to pity a bunch of teenagers who are feasting on fresh fish, fresh fruits like pineapples and citrus fruits and mangoes, day in and out. Nor is their food limited to that, because they hunt wild games, and occasionally, a pig just walks by to be killed. They have milk (because conveniently, a cow appears through the portal). They have bread because one of the island inhabitants is a baker (never mind how the fuck they found yeast on the island). There is no sense of danger because they spend their time doing stupid ass things like making soap. Soon everything smelled like coconut-lime shower gel from Bath & Body Works.And there are convenient things like a motherfucking paper tree. The premise of the island is stupid, it doesn't make any sense because it's not the top priority. It's just a bunch of teenagers who are slightly panicked because there is a deadline, but otherwise, they're enjoying a tropical motherfucking vacation. Teenagers? More Like Abercrombie & Fitch Models: And speaking of teenagers, the kids in this book are all ridiculously good-looking. From the love interest, who looks like he stepped out of a romance novel. Blessed with high cheekbones and sandy blond hair that brushed his broad shoulders, he looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of a cheesy romance novel in the grocery store book section.To the female side cast, who are Swimsuit Illustrated-ready. “Talla.” Straight blond hair, knockout body. I missed her dayTo the model-material men. Perfect latte skin, model-worthy dreadlocks, the shade of summer limeade.Everyone is absolutely stunning in this book. The Main Characters: I could hardly tell the two narrators apart. The male narrator had such a feminine voice, so overwhelmed by unnecessary romantic observations that were the chapters not titled for the narrators, I would have the most difficult time distinguishing them. For example, here is a sample of the male, Thad's narrative. I love you.Thad is incredibly emotional, incredibly feminine. I'm not saying that guys do not have a right to be emotional or act feminine, but most female authors write a completely unconvincing male character and this book is no exception. Charley stepped onto the sand. Wearing Kevin’s shorts and a simple chest wrap, she wore her hair long and loose; it blew around her shoulders, like the first day I’d met her.Charley herself barely made an impression. Charley is completely useless, until she pulls a hat trick out of thin fucking air. Thad makes a big deal out of Charley surviving on her own, but hello? They're on a motherfucking tropical island with abundant food and shelter material everywhere. Everyone else on the island has done it, too. Charley can't do much more than take care of her own skin. She can't contribute anything to the island and its inhabitants, all of whom have a role to play. I couldn’t spear fish, weave a stupid net, or make fire. I’d no clue how to bake island bread. At home I made cakes from a box.[image] That pretty much says it all. The Romance: It is horrible. Frankly, I expected romance, it is a YA novel, after all, but there is an incomprehensible amount of insta-love in this book. From the first moment, Thad and Charley are captivated by each other. And from that moment on, they never, ever, ever stop noticing how they other smells. How the other looks. How their fart sounds like musical windchimes. Not even 48 hours has passed since the moment they meet, and Thad thinks the sun shines out of Charley's asshole. Watching Charley smile, I was dying to kiss her.Barely knowing Charley, Thad wants to stay on the island, knowing that it is his death sentence, in order to be with her. To stay.Incessantly, Thad notices Charley's "honey" voice, her "golden eyes." The observations never stop. I just wanted to smack Thad on the head. And let's not forget this horrible, horrible play on Charley's name. The cheesiest hit line ever made. If my name was Charley and a guy tried to sell this line to me in real life, I would sucker punch him in the face after laughing at him. How to spell Charley's name: “Tell me how to finish...i-e or e-y?”[image] ...more |
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I had a nagging sense of familiarity while reading this book, and it wasn't until the end that I finally realized what it was. This book reminded me o
I had a nagging sense of familiarity while reading this book, and it wasn't until the end that I finally realized what it was. This book reminded me of The Bone Season, and if you know me and my history with that book...it's not a good thing. This was such a disappointment to me, because this had been one of my most eagerly anticipated books for 2014. It is an overhyped book that underdelivered. It was technically perfect while being completely devoid of emotion, with a convoluted, action-packed plot that made largely no sense. The world building is chock full of strange terminology (minus the glossary), and the world itself is without much context, without much sense. The characters are forgettable, they are merely generically likeable and utterly lacking in personality. It is heavy on a completely unnecessary romance, with a tremendous amount of insta-love. And most importantly, however action-packed it was, I just found myself completely, utterly bored. I wanted to DNF this book at 25%. I trudged on. I wanted to DNF at 75%. I forced myself on. And honestly, I could have DNFed this at 95% because this book just bored me to all hell, and I did not give a single fuck about any of the characters. The book was so incredibly long and dull that I did not really care about what happened in the end. Here are some of my problems with this book The Overly Complicated Plot: It is never, ever a good thing when halfway through the book, I have to go look back at the summary because I wasn't sure what I was reading. Judge my intelligence how you will, but I found this book to be a tremendous confusion-packed mess. Very, very briefly, it goes something like this: We have Meadow, a girl, who lives on a steamboat with her dad and siblings. We have Zephyr, an orphan boy who lives with flelow orphans, picking up bodies. For some reason, there are a whole lot of bodies to be picked up. There's a lot of people just dying, and it's no big deal at all. Meadow is trying to get a job. She gets it by killing a girl (and the job is never, ever mentioned again). People kill each other. Again, nobody cares. Zephyr acts really tragic, he speaks mysteriously about his "secret." We have no idea what the secret is. He dreams of a "moonlit girl" with silvery blonde hair (who is *gasp* Meadow). They run into each other several times, purely out of coincidence. They fall in love. They go chill on a boardwalk (because what else are you supposed to do when you're not picking up the corpses on the street). Zephyr whispers sweet nothings into Meadow's ears. He tries to kill her. [image] Yeah. And then there's all this running away and lots of killing and lots of blood and lots of conspiracies. And we're not even 33% into the book yet. Forget the killings in the book, I was about to be killed by boredom. I don't even fucking know what a Murder Complex is until around 50% into the book. The summary lies. Big time. The Romance: I understand teenaged hormones, I understand attraction, and I don't throw the word insta-love around unless I feel strongly that it exists: this book is so utterly, completely packed with insta-love and unnecessary romance. My breath sort of stops, right there in my lungs.There is a time and place for love, and it is not in a dystopia, and the words "I LOVE YOU" should not be uttered when you've seen the person all of a few hours, when the book is not even 33% finished. I should be mad. I should be angry and embarrassed.Take Zephyr. The insta-love is strong with him. He dreams of a girl... The stars are out tonight. But the stars aren’t what I want to see right now."Moonlit girl." "Silvery-blonde" girl. Moonlit girl. MOONLIT GIRL. It is repeated so many times throughout the book that I was sick of it, and I was sick of Zephyr. For fuck's sakes, you have more things to worry about than a girl who appears in your dreams. "...maybe there’s a chance she’s been dreaming of me, too."Meadow is no better, for all her claims of being a tough killer. He is beautiful. Shaggy brown hair sweeps across his face, and I am shocked at how bad I want to touch it.She shouldn't be thinking this while she's watching the guy BLEED TO DEATH. It is the kind of love that I, with my practical mind, hates the most. Zephyr's love for Meadow is that of infatuation, that of predestination, that of fate. I don't believe in fated love. I believe that love should be based on friendship, trust, it should be worked on, it should be earned. Zephyr's instantaneous love for Meadow is so completely impractical, so completely unbelievable, so utterly girlish in terms of a serious, blood-filled novel such as this. This book aims to be Nikita, if so, it should really just leave out the sudden, inexplicable romance that truly plays no role in the plot at all. The Big Event: This is not a spoiler, just something that happened in the past that led up to this future. Let's say that you are a researcher at a lab. You just discovered a new drug. Do you get it onto the market right away? No. Fuck no. We have a fucking thing called the Food and Drug Administration. It takes 5-30 years to get a drug onto the market. You need fucking drug trials. You need fucking human trials. You need to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that it is completely safe for human consumption. You don't fucking get approval from the government to pump it through the water system right away for the consumption of some 300-million odd Americans. Americans would never fucking go for that shit. Hell, we have enough complaints about the current water supply being infused with fluoride for the good of our teeth. Fuck that shit. There's a thing called the Drug Approval Process and it doesn't get anywhere as convenient as tings happened in this book. Look it up. The World Building and Terminology: The Dark Times. The Silent Hour. Nanites. Pins. Leeches. Fluxing this, Chumhead that. The Catalogue Dome. Creds. The Initiative. The Plague. The Pulse. Wards. Placement Tests. My head was spinning. It's not even strange terminogy, but it makes no sense out of context, and there is very little context. You know sometimes in college, you have a brain fart and accidentally wander into a huge lecture hall that's not your own (ok, maybe just me) and you're sitting there sweating buckets, wondering why the fuck nothing makes sense? That's how I felt about this book. I was completely immersed into a well-built world that has very little background. Ok, so we're in the future, there was an event called a pre-Fall that was never really explained. People are dying. Again, no explanation at all for quite some time. The word Murder Complex isn't even mentioned until we're considerably 25% into the book, and even then, it took a whole lot more book space until we find out what it was, and I was completely lost and all the cares I had for this book had flown out the window by the time I got to this point. There are no food. There is a ruling Initiative. There are tons of orphans. There are gangs. And it's not even 20 years into the future. WAIT, WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Seriously, the world is well built, but there was so very little explanation for the current society, and the past, and the explanation of the past that I found this version of dystopia to be completely forgettable. There was an absolute lack of historical context that would only bypass the most forgiving of readers. The Confusion: This book is so action-packed that I had trouble keeping track of where they are, and when they are. I just don't know where things are taking place. Zephyr and Meadow are talking, where are they? Fucked if I know. The setting is poorly built in this matter because I just can't get a clear idea of where things are and what is happening. The Characters: Are inconsistent, are forgettable, and make choices that make no sense at all. Meadow can't make up her mind who she wants to be. She is supposed to be a killer, and we see that. She kills. I admire that. But then she goes around and falls in love and starts kissing a boy seconds before he tries to kill her. And then she gets mad at him, and then forgives him, and then can't make up her mind whether or not she should kiss him or kill him? Fuck that. Her father trained her to be a killer, and Meadow knows that in order for her to survive, she must be a killer. It makes no sense that she is so utterly wishy-washy in her actions, in her choices. I honestly had a tough time telling which chapters were Zephyr's and which chapters were Meadow's, towards the end of the first half of the book, because their voices blended together and they felt like a single entity instead of one. I think it's more of the fact that Zephyr's voice felt effeminate, and he is such an utterly pale character that I can't be bothered remembering him. Other characters in the book are completely nonsensical in their decisions. Take Meadow's take-no-prisoner father. He's been training his children to survive since they were small, understandable, but it doesn't really fucking make sense to tell his kids to do something that almost got them killed NUMEROUS times, in fact, they were seconds away from death as children. There are surely better ways of training your children and not lose them in the attempt. I really can't find any liking for the characters in this book. Convenient Events: I don't want to say deus ex machina, but there you have it. There are WAY too many convenient coincidences in this book. Accidentally climb onto a yacht only to overhear something important? Accidentally discovering the importance of one's mother? Accidentally discovering MORE SHIT? OH, WE JUST HAPPENED TO FIND A CRATE OF WEAPONS. No. No. No. After the 5th such discovery, I just wanted to scream out in frustration. Boredom: Ok, this is just entirely subjective, but there we have it. I was bored as fuck, and this book was a tremendously long waste of my time. Overall: a terrible disappointment. Don't buy the hype. This book was provided to me as an Advance Reader Copy. Quotes were taken from an uncorrected galley and is subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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Actual rating: 2.5. If there's one thing I've learned from this year's crop of books, it's that you should be aware of what you put in your body. In Ja Actual rating: 2.5. If there's one thing I've learned from this year's crop of books, it's that you should be aware of what you put in your body. In Japan, they have a specific type of manga and anime called "shounen manga," meaning "young men's manga." The category is specifically targeted towards adolescent males, around 13+ years of age. it generally contains little to no romance, few significant female characters, and is exemplified by constant action, humor, guts and glory, and focuses on the (purely platonic) camaraderie and relationship between the male characters within. That's the best category into which I can fit this book. The characters are very juvenile, very clichéd. Their behavior and personality were extremely predictable, and I had no trouble guessing what would happen to each. There was little in this book that surprised me at all, there were no unforeseeable twists. Everyone falls solidly into their cookie cutter mold. I can definitely see where the Lord of the Flies comparison comes into play. I am not saying that GIRLS SHOULDN'T READ BOYS' BOOKS, no, I am not a traditionalist like that. However, in the sense that you probably wouldn't catch a guy reading chick lit-type of books written by Danielle Steele or Kristin Hannah, I would venture to say that this book would probably appeal more to a younger male audience. There is cursing, a lot of "fucks" flying around all over the place, there is adolescent swearing and toilet humor, but honestly, it's nothing younger kids have heard these days; if I had a little brother, he'd enjoy this book considerably more than I did. This book didn't really do much for me at all. There was a lot of very graphic scenes that were specifically designed to be gory and bloody and appealing to a certain type of audience. I was not disgusted, I was not rendered squeamish; there's a lot of (literal) blood and guts, but it didn't horrify me in a visceral sense. It was just...matter of fact. I was warned that this book would make me want to lose my lunch: that was not true. I do a lot of reading while I eat, and let me assure you that during and after the reading of this book, the contents of my stomach remain solidly (or rather, liquidly, in the literal sense) in its proper place. I am not a froofy girly girl: I absolutely love blood and gore in books, movies, games. In fact, what bumped this book to the very top of my reading list was the promise of a deliciously revolting book. It just didn't deliver on that sense for me. I was never scared, I was never thrilled, I was never horrified. I was never particularly creeped out by anything within this book. I was drawn to it initially because it was a book that claimed to have scared Stephen King. I loved Stephen King when I was younger; IT rendered me sleepless for two weeks after reading the book, so this endorsement was a promising one. I had hoped this book would deliver the frights. It didn't. I have a feeling I might have enjoyed this book a leeeeeetle bit more had I not read Mira Grant's Parasite beforehand. There were so many parallels between the two books. The premise, even the style, to some extent. Much like in Parasite, in front of some of the chapters, we are given bits and clues as to what is going on. News articles, interviews, bits of confiscated evidence in the forms of letters, diary entries, court transcripts, etc, from both the past and the future. I just felt that overall, Mira Grant does a better job of building us up and giving us a more realistic picture of what was happening behind the scenes, leading up to this point. The premise was also far more believe and well-executed than in this book. I also didn't really find these pre-chapter interjections particularly intriguing: they were rather juvenile, and some parts of it like the "interviews" were particularly awkward. Their structure, presentation, and speech patterns were lacking in flow, so that I didn't feel like they could actually have happened. The only thing this book does better is the descriptions; they may not be sufficient for me, but they are quite graphic, and I'm sure other readers with less of a steel-clad stomach as mine would enjoy them---or not, as the case may be. I didn't have a problem with how the story flowed. The plot progressed along in a good manner, and I was never confused. It did drag on in place, especially in the beginning, when we were being introduced to the boys and their squabbles and I just found myself wondering "IS THERE A POINT TO ALL THIS?" The writing is good...but it leans towards purple-prosy in some points, and I had a lot of problem with the overwrought and overextended use of really strange metaphors. They were seriously all over the book, and they were so weird. From moons like bone fishhooks, to Old Faithful geyser in Yellowstone, to dewy fields spread with dead crickets, to warm dough studded with busted lightbulbs...I was left shaking my head. The writing in this book would have been fine if it didn't sound like it was trying too hard. It's supposed to be a horror book, leave the strange attempts at poetic writing out of it. The plot: um, this book would have been over a whole lot sooner (like at the very beginning) if not for some extremely stupid decisions made at by the sole adult and Scoutmaster, Dr. Tim Riggs. Honestly, for a doctor, he's a real fucking moron. The rest of the plot hinged upon his idiotic decisions, and so it was pretty much ruined for me from the beginning because of my sense of disbelief. I will not reveal what the idiocy entails, even if it takes place at the beginning of the book, but along the scale of idiocy, it's roughly the equivalent of a book's Big Reveal hinging upon something that you could have solved with a 5-second Google search. The other characters within the book, the boys, were so utterly banal and clichéd. We have 5 characters, who are essentially tropes. Kent: the alpha male. A bulky, idiotic, simple-minded gorilla of a brute. Ephraim & Max: the polar opposite and highly unlikely pair of best friends. Ephraim is the perpetually angry, short-tempered son of a jailbird, he's stupid, barely literate, and explodes at the drop of a hat. Max, the gentle, introspective, calm and even-tempered guy to whom everyone turns. Shelley: the creepy guy who blends in like a shadow, whom nobody expects to do much, the devious, manipulative little asshole that nobody ever notices. Newton: the nerd. The overweight, perpetually bullied, overly sensitive, very intelligent, "nurturing," gentle boy. Spare me. The majority of the book comprises of them squabbling and fighting and generally being little shits to one another. It got to the point where I felt like their character were caricatures of pre-adolescent boys, because the stereotypes were so bad and their behaviors were so exaggerated. Were it not for the fact that I know the author is male, I would have guessed that this is a female author's overextended and melodramatic view of how teenaged boys behave. The characters did not feel real to me at all. Recommended for a younger male audience with ample suspension of disbelief. This book was given to me for review by Netgalley. ...more |
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**Spoilers for book 2, minor spoilers for book 3** “Say you love me, vampire girl,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “Tell me...that this is f**Spoilers for book 2, minor spoilers for book 3** “Say you love me, vampire girl,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “Tell me...that this is forever.”That sad, sad moment when your favorite YA vampire series turns into a soap opera. This book broke my heart in a way that hasn't happened since Ginny x Harry. I absolutely loved the previous books in this series, despite the main character's (Allie) tendency to be extremely emo and Harry-Potter-Order-of-the-Phoenix angsty. In previous books, I made excuses for her emotions, her feels, her constant need to hang onto her humanity in the face of her darker nature of the vampiric beast within in the hopes that she will eventually mature and embrace her darkness. I gave Allie credit for her weakness throughout this series, in the hopes that finally she will grow the fuck up and get her priorities straight. It didn't happen. Quite the opposite. Allie is more whiny than ever. Zeke is an emo pussy beyond redemption. The only saving grace to this book was the glorious motherfucker that is Jackal (LET ME LOVE YOU). Let me tell you how much I love Jackal. I don't just love him. I want to marry him. I want to grovel at his feet. I want to get down on my knees and worship him. I want to get down on my knees, and, well, let's not go into explicit details, now. ANYWAY. *ahem* I alternated between pain and pleasure in this book. Pain because of Allie. Pleasure whenever Jackal opened his mouth to rip Allie a new one. What hurts about this book is that Kagawa KNEW that Allie and Zeke are weak characters. She deliberately wrote her that way, because everything Jackal said about Allie rings so true. Jackal is Allie's biggest critic, and he absolutely confronted Allie on all her emotional lovey dovey bullshit. “Puppy, I am getting so tired of listening to you whine about this,” he snarled at Zeke. “This isn’t rocket science. If you don’t want to be a monster, don’t be a bloody monster! Be an uptight stick in the mud like Kanin. Be a self-righteous bleeding heart like Allison. Or you can stop agonizing about it and be a fucking monster."See? Jackal represented the POV that I feel a lot of readers can understand. Kagawa made Allie to be a weak character, an unreasonable one, a stubborn one, and while I respect her choice as the writer to create her character in this way, I cannot love Allie knowing her incredible faults. The Plot: Zeke is dead. Or he's supposed to be. Allie is trying not to think about him. Allie, Jackal, and Kanin are on their way through the devastation that is the US trying to track down the brilliant genius, Sarren, who seeks to kill every living and undead creature left in the world. Here's essentially how the book goes: Allie: I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT ZEKE *breaks down into tears 5 minutes later* I WILL BE A BIG BAD ASS KILLER AND AVENGE MY LOVER'S DEATH. *breaks down again* Jackal: LOL YOU ARE SO DUMB, FACE YOUR NATURE. BE LIKE ME! RAAAAWR! Allie: SHUT UP. You are SUCH a jerk. Jackal: And you want rainbows and unicorns and flowers, face the fucking truth. Kanin: Children, stop that. We are trying to save the world. Jackal: NEENER NEENER NEENER. Omg stop crying. Want some cheese to go with your whine, sister? Allie: I swear to god if I hear another word out of you, I will take your balls and shove them so far up your anal sphinc... Kanin: CHILDREN, PLEASE. We're under attack by an army of rabids! Jackal and Allie: *DIIIIIIIIIIIIIE RABIDS* Kanin: The most important thing to do now is to be smart. Stay together... Allie: Ok, daddy. OOH, SARREN! *runs away* Kanin: *facepalms* Allie: OMG ZEKE. I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD. Zeke: <3 Allie: THIS IS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE BUT WHO CARES <333333 Zeke: *stabs Allie* Allie: ?_? D: Zeke: >:D DIE BITCH! SARREN TURNED ME AND I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!! I AM EVIL NOW! I WILL SING THE EVIL SONG! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT MEANS! Allie: ;_; But I love you. I WILL KILL YOU. OR KISS YOU. The words are right next to each other on the keyboard. Zeke: I AM SAVED BY YOUR LOVE. Kanin: What the heck? ?_? Jackal: You can't be fucking serious Allie: <3 Zeke: <3 Kanin: That's pretty cute, kids. I'm so happy that you're back together, but really, we're trying to find Sarren here, can we focus on the mission? Jackal: For fuck's sakes, get your fucking priorities straight. Allie: <3 u Zeke! Zeke: ;_; I'm a demon now. I'M A MONSTER. I HATE MYSELF. Allie: <333333 I DON'T CARE. YOU'RE MY ZEEEEEEEEEKE <33333 You will always be good and wonderful despite the fact that you have a blood bond with the evil vampire master Sarren! I hope. And if I hope for something hard enough, it must be true!!!!11!111 Kanin: We're trying to save the world here. Children? Jackal: GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF, ZEKE AND ALLIE. WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING BATTLE. THERE ARE CORPSES ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE. Allie: Blood is red, and red is the official color of Valentine's Day, so it just makes the situation more romantic, you asshole. Go away so Zeke and I can love each other. Kanin: Children? Children? Are you even listening to me? Zeke: I'm evil ;_; Allie: No, you're not, honeypie baby booboo Zeke: I'm evil ;_; Allie: No, you're not, sugarpunkins Zeke: I'm evil ;_; Allie: No, you're not, sweetsugarlips Zeke: Kill me. Allie: I'll kiss you instead, does that work? Zeke: Yes :D But I'm evil ;_; Jackal: ... Kanin: I molest bunnies. I kill kittens. An UFO has abducted me. IS ANYONE LISTENING TO ME ANYMORE? Allie and Zeke: *stares into each other's eyes* Yes, daddy. Jackal: *STABBY STABBY STABBY* Kanin: Ok, the important thing is to stay together. No heroics. We do this as a team. Allie: *sees Sarren* DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE MOTHERFUCKER Kanin: Why do I even bother? Meanwhile: Sarren: MWAHAHAHAHA. I will destroy the world. I WILL KILL EVERYONE! Sarren: After I make this long-ass speech about how much they suck compared to my evil genius. [image] Allie: “Two lives for the rest of the world?” he continued. “Are you willing to sacrifice everything to save one and destroy another?”Allie needs to get her fucking priorities straight. I remained angry at Allie throughout the book because she was such an immature, madly romantic, wildly emotional and angsty character. She has her eyes on the prize: the prize being Zeke. The rest of the world? The fate of the world? Fuck them. All she cares about is Zeke. Let's focus on one scene specifically. Allie has found out that Zeke has been turned by Sarren into a vampire. Zeke is now evil, he retains little memories of her. Allie wants to go back for Zeke. It is a bad decision to make, and Kanin wants to get the facts straight before Allie makes her choice. “I want you to understand exactly what you are deciding, right now. If we return to the city for Jackal and Ezekiel, Sarren could reach Eden, complete whatever he is planning, and unleash a virus that could destroy everything. And if that happens, everything we’ve done here will be for nothing. Do you understand that?”It's pretty fucking clear. If Allie goes back, she risks endangering everything they've been fighting for. They are the last people who stand a chance at stopping Sarren. Without them, there is no hope. The fate of vampires and that of the surviving human rests on them. If they fail, the results are disastrous. “I just want you to understand the potential consequences of tonight,” he went on. “If we are killed, if we cannot get to Sarren in time, everything could die. It will be like it was sixty years ago. You aren’t old enough to remember the days Before, but when Red Lung was at its peak, the entire world was madness and chaos. And when the rabids appeared, it became hell on earth.”Kanin makes it perfectly clear. It's up to them. “It is...a very heavy weight to carry, Allison, the damnation of a world. I want you to be very certain, before we go any further. Is it worth it? Is he worth it?”And Allie's choice? I already knew my answer. It was selfish, it was unreasonable, and I knew it was the wrong choice. But I looked up at Kanin, into his impassive face, and whispered, “Yes.”I am fucking DONE with Allie. Zeke: Excuse me while I get out the world's smallest violin for Zeke. *Khanh starts playing while Zeke sings his song of emo* “I’m a demon, and the sooner I take myself out of this world, the better.”*While Zeke was crying, Khanh slowly switched her instrument to a cello. Khanh stops playing and bashes Zeke on the head with it* Jackal: I wanted to pump my fist in triumph every time Jackal spoke. His is the voice of destructive reason, and my god, I love him so much I could die. He gives it to Allie straight every time she's in one of her fluffy frilly lovey dovey self-pitying moods. When Allie and Zeke are having one of their Loving Moments in the middle of a fucking battlefield... “Still incredible, vampire girl,” he whispered, sounding almost like himself again. “Dangerous, beautiful and unstoppable. You haven’t changed.”Jackal interrupts them to tell them to get their heads out of their asses and get back into the fucking moment. “Oh, isn’t that sweet,” came Jackal’s loud, mocking voice before I could reply. “Let’s make goo-goo eyes at each other in the middle of a stinking corpse field, how very romantic.”I felt like Jackal was saying everything I was thinking. Every time Zeke or Allie have one of their nauseatingly self-pitying moments, Jackal is there to mock them to their face. “Aw, isn’t that sweet.” And Jackal sauntered into view, smirk firmly in place. “But don’t wait around on my account. It’s not like I can’t wait for yet another riveting night of listening to you people whine at each other. Oh, woe is me, I’m a vampire. I’m a horrible monster who eats babies and murders bunnies, boo hoo hoo.”I would be ever so happy if Jackal had his own spinoff. ...more |
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| A terrifying plan began to take shape, and his chest tightened in fear as he realized what he would have to do. But Wells knew there was no other w A terrifying plan began to take shape, and his chest tightened in fear as he realized what he would have to do. But Wells knew there was no other way. To save the girl he loved, he’d have to endanger the entire human race.[image] FUCK YOU, WELLS. There is another way. You stop being a selfish motherfucker whose brain is located in your fucking penis. This book is not a dystopian novel of a spaceship society. It's not a post-apocalyptic tale of survival. It's not about the nitty gritty of life within a group of the only humans left in the universe. It's a teenaged romance, where the characters' intelligence ranges anywhere from 5-9 on the 1-10 scale of idiocy. Whose life, whose society, whose spaceship colony has been endangered by a boy whose thought process first filters through his dick. The world building is piss poor and vague, and more of a scenic backdrop to the overwhelming romance-centric plot instead of being the focal point. If you are a reader who prefers their reads to be overwhelmingly romantic to the exclusion of an actual plot: this book is for you. Summary: We're on a spaceship. It's at least 300 years in the future (not quite sure what happened, nuclear stuff, things went boom? BAM, we're on a Remember the whole "the planet might be deadly" thing? It's still in the air. Who cares?! Our intrepid boy, Wells Jaha, decides to sacrifice himself by committing a stupid and senseless crime in order to become a criminal and get shipped off to earth---potentially sentencing himself to death so he can be with his ONE TWOO WUV. Her name is Clarke. Wells' dad is surprisingly chill about sending his only son off to his death. One of the narrators (Glass, yes, her name is Glass) is not even on the damn ship headed to Earth. I guess she's a part of the 100, but her part of the novel involves going shopping for clothes to wear to the comet viewing and mourning the loss of her relationship with her ex, Luke, and driving everyone fucking nuts by not letting anyone know until the very end why the fuck she, a Phoenician socialite (because socialites are so very important on a spaceship that's the last bastion of humanity), wound up becoming a prisoner in the first place. And when we're finally told the reason, I just wanted to slap the girl upon the head, because I have a lot of sympathy in me, but stupidity doesn't deserve it. We also get to hear the stories from the POV of Bellamy, Wells, and Clarke as they go to Planet Earth and fall in love. Who will Clarke choose? Will it be dreamy dark, orphaned bad boy Bellamy? Will it be her gorgeous, wealthy, Judas of a knight in shining armor, who's actually not a knight in shining armor after all, but more of a sad, lost puppy who follows Clarke around with his tail (and his brains) between his legs. He wasn’t the brave knight who’d come to rescue the princess. He was the reason she’d been locked away in the dungeon.Will they get to observe the sunset on earth? Will they get to hear the lovely, joyful sound of a bird singing and marvel at its musicality? Will they share the first kiss on Earth in over 300 years? Wait a minute. They're supposed to be trying to SURVIVE on a potentially hazardous nuclear-damaged planet. Get out of here. No, really. Get out of here. This isn't the book you want if you want a realistic survival tale. [image] The Setting: The crucial part to every dystopian novel is the setting, the history, the background. This book takes that concept and tells it, "Fuck you, rationality, you have no place here. I will do whatever the fuck I want and what I want is to completely ignore the background except for the very barest of details because I want this to be a love story overall, and the background is just going to get in the way of the romance." Truly, this book is just so vague and inconsistent in the development of a believable, compelling setting. The spaceship itself is so completely poorly defined. The ship itself is barely mentioned in any detail. We know there are three colonies on board, Phoenix, Walden, Arcadia. We don't know how many citizens there are. We can't see the sun and the sunset even though we can see the comet and stars from on board. We don't know how the three separate colonies are sectored up, we don't know how they're sectored up, we don't know their history, or how they became that way. We don't know where the spaceship is orbiting, besides the fact that it takes about 30 minutes to get from the ship to Earth. For some reason, some sectors have more water and resources than others. There's no background. There is no society. There is no culture. For a futuristic society, there is a surprising lack of diversity. Two of the main characters (both girls) have reddish-blonde hair. There's a lack of resource, and because of it, people are killed. So, so many people are killed. Most of them teenagers. The premise is that teenage delinquents are captured for the smallest of infractions---stealing food, for example, and sent to prison, called Confinement. There they stay until they're 18, where they get a Retrial, which is an absolute joke, because everyone knows that nobody ever, ever gets a Pardon. If you are less than 18, you get sent to prison until you're 18. Then you die. Which doesn't really make any sense when the government of the ship could just sentence the kids to death right away as soon as they're convicted, so save money, resources. And forget about committing a crime over the age of 18. You just get executed right away once you are convicted. SO. MANY. PEOPLE. ARE. KILLED. It makes no fucking sense. You are also sentenced to die if you have more than one child, under a vague "Gaia Doctrine." It's a wonder there are any people left on the spaceship at all. There is a surprising amount of hatred and resentment between the Waldens and the Phoenicians, which would have been more compelling if shit was actually EXPLAINED. There is absolutely nothing about the spaceship that's anything beyond an idea of a vaguely futuristic concept. The lack of background is utterly laughable if it wasn't so depressingly superficial. As for the Earth. Do I really need to explain the preposterousness of it all? We don't even know how the Earth was destroyed, except for some vague notion of a nuclear winter and a war that made the earth go boom. There was some enigmatic concept of an event called the "Pre-Cataclysm," which was, once again, NEVER EXPLAINED IN DETAIL. There was something referred to as "the burning of North America," and that's pretty much all you get on that. Radiation? What radiation. There's an instance of a two-headed deer. Let's just pretend that nuclear fallout is limited to one weird animal and everything is all safe again after a few centuries. Never mind radioactive traces in water and everything, which could last for thousands of years. Science? Fuck that shit. It's all about the romance. The Romance: Utterly ludicrous. There's 100 kids on board the spaceship sent to earth. They're all kids. They're from 12-18 years old. Some are petty thieves, some aren't criminals at all, some are murderers. Instead of some fucked-up, panedemonic Lord of the Flies situation, we have a few hotheads among a bunch of largely calm kids who just let a rational guy whose father is the Chancellor take over. Am I supposed to believe that? And in the midst of romance, there's survival. Wait a minute, that sounds wrong. It's supposed to be, in the midst of survival, there's a romance? No. I said it right the first time. The romance is so incredibly fucking overwhelming. There is a love triangle. He grabbed on to a branch for balance, gasping as he tried to force air into his lungs. The girl he’d risked his life to protect wasn’t just kissing someone else—she was kissing the hothead who may have gotten his father killed.There are observations of "Oh, she's sooooooooo pretty." "Look at how the sunlight hits her hair!" in the middle of trying to salvage what's left of the medicine on board the ship. Fuck you! This is supposed to be a dystopian tale! But no! One of the characters---the tough boy, Bellamy---even romanticizes the bags under Clarke's eyes GAG. He cocked his head to the side and surveyed Clarke quizzically. The skin under her eyes was bruised with exhaustion, but the purple shadows just made them look greener.Like, what the fuck? And screw the medicine. SCREW THE MEDICINE. Survival is useless if you can't have the one you love! He didn’t care whether they’d found the missing medicine. There was no drug strong enough to repair a broken heart.So you'd just let a poor girl die because you're too heartbroken, you selfish prick? God! There is so much idiocy in the name of love in this book From endangering the entire ship to potentially save a girl to potentially killing yourself so you can be with her to ignoring all common sense. And the girl left on board the spaceship is no better. Her name is Glass (lol wtf, Glass?), she escaped. Instead of running to her mother to say goodbye, Glass goes to see her ex-boyfriend. Glass claims to be "desperate to see her mother," but there's no proof of it because despite the fact that she might be recaptured at any fucking moment, she takes that ONE opportunity to see her ex. Glass is not as sharp as, well...glass. Glass is in fucking Confinement. She has been for six months. She knows she's going to die. If I knew I were going to die, I'd be thinking of my own mortality, not spending all that time mooning over a boy. As an example of how idiotic Glass's thought process goes, this is what she thinks upon seeing Luke again: "Being Luke’s ex-girlfriend somehow felt odder than being an escaped convict." This book is too heavy on the romance, to the detriment of the plot. The remnants of the book is rendered utterly unsalvageable by the farcical actions of the main characters. I didn't have any trouble distinguishing between the four narrators, despite the fact that they are overwhelmingly similar in their idiocy. Not recommended, unless you want love shoved down your throat. ...more |
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You have to be a certain type of reader in order to enjoy Francesca Lia Block's works. She writes beautifully, I will say that, but her stories requir
You have to be a certain type of reader in order to enjoy Francesca Lia Block's works. She writes beautifully, I will say that, but her stories require a certain amount of willing suspension of disbelief, an acceptance of the extraordinary, a completely dismissal of rationality and sense...and in that sense, this book did not appeal to me. It is lovely, it is magical, it is abstract and surreal...but the experience of reading Love in the Time of Global Warming just gave me an overwhelming headache. I would say this book is best accompanied with a lot of psychotropic drugs. Maybe a few magical brownies. Or perhaps an entire pan. I am not a artful reader, which is why I struggle so much with speculative fiction. I do not merely accept things. I need rationality, I need things to make sense. A dreamlike, surreal scene does nothing for me besides making me want to rip out my hair by its roots (and I have been known to do that, it's a wonder I am not entirely bald by now). I need an explanation, I cannot accept things just because the book says so. If you are a reader with a similar mindset, this book is not for you. So many strange things happen in this book that we are just expected to accept, that just happens because of---magic! No. That doesn't cut it for me. I don't even know what genre this book falls into. It is half-hearted at anything it attempts. It's a half-assed attempt at an apocalyptic novel. It's a nod and a wink at the Odyssey. It is a partial attempt at science fiction that doesn't even try to make sense. Let's go back to the beginning, to the premise of the book. A grand, apocalyptic event has occurred. The Earth Shaker. It's some earthquake-thing that is left deliberately very, very vague because our heroine, Penelope (Pen) has conveniently lost her memory of the event. Afterwards, she hides out in her home, her father, mother, little brother, all lost to god-knows-where. When her home is threatened by a group of interlopers, a kind stranger within their group (deux ex fucking machina, man, there's so much of it in this fucking book) helps her out by giving her his well-fueled car and a mysterious map with a highlighted path to Las Vegas. Pen's trip to her eventual destination is a present-day version of Homer's Odyssey. It is so weird. It is so dreamlike. People, places, events appear so completely out of nowhere. Her journey is fraught with strange, nonsensical detours, and Pen's behavior leans towards the verge of TSTL behavior at times. The world as she knows it is destroyed, split in pieces, in ashes! Now would be a great time to visit the Los Angeles County Museum. I saw crushed cars stacked on top of one another and the street in front of my house split in two, exposing the innards of the earth. Nothing grew and not a soul roamed. The trees had fallen and the ground was barren of any life, the world as far as I could see, deserted.A most excellent time for a side trip to places she's visited as a child with her beloved mother. Like fucking really, Pen? Pen runs into some of the strangest people (and creatures ever). They are straight out of the Odyssey---the modern equivalent of them, that is, and they make no goddamn sense! And Pen just ACCEPTS all these strange people, all these strange events without question, I just cannot comprehend it. She meets Hex, a stranger with whom she falls in love and bonds (and gets hopelessly high) over Lotus Juice over at the Culver Hotel. The doors are all open and people are inside sleeping or hooking up, survivors like us. Broken bottles and clothing litter the hallways. A girl is crunched up into a ball, hugging her knees and whistling, pointing at the blank wall. Another is crushing red flowers so the juice drips into her mouth; some spills down her neck in rivulets.Did I say things make no sense? Because things make no sense. They eventually leave, and meet other versions of Odyssey characters, like Circe---who's actually a washed up soap-opera star who fucks young boys for fun. And feeds them cakes. They encounter Giants. Literal Giants. Who are supposed to be the fucked-up scientific anomaly of a madman. They gather up still more beautiful young creatures like Ash and Ez, both of whom are gorgeous, both of whom have Tragic Pasts, and both of whom end up accompanying them on their journey. Which still makes no sense. I have a problem with how the gay characters are used in the book . Let me get one thing straight: I have no problems with transgendered/lesbian/gay/bisexuality of any kind. I support gay marriage, I support equality, and I wish there were more gay characters that are well-represented in literature. With that said, the characters in this book are not real people. They are archetypes. They are all troubled. They are all special in their own way. They do not act, they do not feel like normal human beings. I get the overwhelming impression that all the characters in this book are there to send a message, and that is all. None of the characters in this book felt like human beings to me. They are artful, they are highly stylized. They are all visually beautifully, stunningly modelesque. They are not real. Which is typical of all of the author's characters from the majority of her books, really. Take the love interest, Dex: Hex tells me that back Then, when he was twelve, he started drinking and using, doing whatever it took to get his supply. “Good times.” At thirteen he was a full-blown addict and it got worse when he started DJing five years later because he could get into all the clubs and everyone was always giving him free alcohol and drugs. “I was like this mini–pill machine, downing them with whiskey. Could drink a dude twice my size under the table.”The side characters have equally implausible stories. They are tragic, Ez and Ash and Dex are meant to send a message, and I feel strongly that gay characters should not just be there for the point of sending a fucking message. They are people. They are not social commentaries. As I said, you have to be a fan of her writing and her characterization...and I am not, however much I have tried to be. ...more |
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| McKale was from another family of ancient magic. His people had only been able to produce male children for many, many years now. I was told they n McKale was from another family of ancient magic. His people had only been able to produce male children for many, many years now. I was told they needed a special, magical girl to bind herself with one of their special, magical boys to ensure the continuation of their family’s bloodline. It sounded extraordinary to me as a child—like I was a princess—special, chosen.Well, aren't you both just so fucking special? [image] What's the fucking point of having leprechauns in a book when the sole leprechaun love interest is a motherfucking giant? Why are you completely screwing with mythology here? This book was just terrible. Read it if you want a good laugh, because I found myself howling with laughter at the many moments of utter absurdity, but it is just so laughably bad. This book is so much worse than typical YA hilarity. You guys remember the feminist movement? Well, this book takes us back about 100 years in terms of female empowerment. This book lets girls think that it's ok to be completely on board with getting into an arranged marriage at 17 (as long as the guy is hot). This book lets you think that it's ok to slut shame your little sister and constantly remark on how profane she is and how much she sleeps around---as long as you still love your sister and is there to comfort her when she inevitable gets trouble for having loose legs. “Oh, Cassidy Renee,” she whispered into the air. Her eyes watered. “Why must you learn everything the hard way?”This book lets you think that, when two people are cheating, it's the girl's fault for being the seductress. Let me tell you something. It takes two to fucking tango. “You kissed her?” He nodded once. His eyes were strained. “Really kiss her?” Another nod.This book lets you think that it's ok to live in a society of people who thinks it's "just tradition" to believe that women are lesser. This book lets you believe that sexual harrassment is ok, just as long as, you know, men didn't MEAN to offend. There was an abundance of winking going on, and no female’s backside was safe from an onslaught of pinches, including mine.To that, I give a big "Fuck you" to this book. This book has a Ken doll of a love interest. Which is to say, McKale is a desexualized ideal, a boy who is everything that a girl could ever want, without flaw, wholly romantic, wholly pure---intact with virginity and without indecent thoughts. In short: like a Ken doll, the guy doesn't have a fucking penis. The Summary: At 17, we all have dreams, aspirations. Some girls want to be astronauts. Some girls want to take over Hollywood. Some girls want to be CEOs. Robyn Mason wants to get married. The term “prearranged marriage” was thought of as something from the old days, or something that other societies did. I should have been terrified or indignant, but the way Mom presented my future eleven years ago made me feel important and useful.There was never such a beauty as Robyn Mason. Cleopatra gnashed her teeth in jealousy. Helen of Troy could only aspire to such beauty. Queen Elizabeth I would have eliminated Robyn in her cradle--- Wait, what? Did you say cradle? Yes, I said cradle. BECAUSE SINCE THE DAY OF HER BIRTH, ROBYN MASON HAS BEEN GLORIOUS. FA-BU-LOUS *snaps fingers* I want you to go get your baby albums. Take a look at yo' newborn self. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but you're ugly. Hideous. Nothing like the main character in this book. She was beautiful. Stunning. Absolutely bloody gorgeous, from birth. Her 3-week-old self was so marvelously divine that she charmed the hell out of the Faery Queen consort. [Her mother] had a sudden fervent wish that Robyn was bald and funny-looking like so many precious babies she’d seen. Instead, the consort admired an inch-plus of wavy chestnut hair, rounded pink cheeks and the sweetest puckered mouth. Chocolate eyes and black lashes blinked at the Faerie. Beauty.She has been engaged since birth to a special guy from a special family. What her parents failed to tell her is that this special guy is from a special family---of leprechauns. “Mom…” My heart pounded and I chose my words carefully. “What is McKale’s clan called?”But it's ok, because special, different, 5'11 Robyn (She's the 3rd 5'11 YA heroine I've read this year)... I’d always felt like an Amazon woman, standing as tall as the guys at school, and even taller than many of them....is going to marry the special, different McKale. Who is a giant among Leprechauns. Who has always felt...different. He sighed and swallowed. “When I was a wee lad, I dreamed of running away. I didn’t understand why I had to be different. Not just my height."[image] Yes! Yes, ladies and gentleman! Robyn, somehow, finds herself the mate of the one, sole, GIGANTIC FUCKING LEPRECHAUN IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD. What follows is a courtship. A romance. They meet a cousin of the Leprechauns---the Clourichauns. Men even smaller than Leprechauns, except, for some fucking reason, the guy they meet---the guy Robyn's sister falls for...can enlarge himself (insert sexual joke here) at will! “So you can get big, like us?” she asked her tiny admirer. He nodded. “Can you do it now?”The entire book is composed of a fucking courtship. There is no plot beyond that. I don't know how, but it took the entire fucking length of the book for McKale and Robyn to fall in love when they already fell into insta-love when they first met. I’d expected to feel emotional when I laid eyes on him. But I hadn’t expected the emotion to be so intense that it would impact me physically. Blood rushed through my veins at an alarming speed. My mind swirled and I swear I tilted to the side, off balance and unable to fully fill my lungs.The entire book is composed of such inanities as soccer-playing: At one point I had the ball and when I turned to dribble away she tripped me, and then we were at it again. The crowd was clapping in sync and chanting, “Ma-son Girls! Ma-son Girls!”Hopper-racing: “Hopper racing,” McKale said.Clubbing. My Leprechaun had rhythm. And it was hot in a way that made me dizzy. I let myself lean back hard against him, raising my arms to the air and moving my hips.And sexual harrassment. At one point in the game Cassidy screamed, “The next pair of grabby hands that touches my boobs or butt is getting a beatdown!”But not all is well in Ireland! There is an evil Fae princess, by the name of...Khaleesi! Her tiny oval face was made of delicate features that would break any girl’s heart with envy. I was mesmerized by her big, almond shaped eyes of icy blue and her round, innocent flower of a mouth. Her hair was amazing: long, past her hips, straight and thick without a single hair out of place. The color was like white gold: the ultimate platinum blonde.[image] Crap. Sorry. Sorry!!! Wrong book. Wrong show. I meant her name is Khalistah! What a powerful name! Khalistah! Not to be confused with her friend, Melindalah. “I daresay not, Melindalah,” Khalistah answered.Or her other friend, Mirandalah. “Is this the one who fancies you to pieces, Princess?”Khalistah wants him! That bitch! She has the nerve to desire McKale! I don't know why, since he doesn't have a penis, but there you go, she wants him! Will Robyn be able to save the innocent, virginal McKale form the evil seductress fairy princess's evil clutches?! Will she able to do it before I pass out from hysteria induced by extreme laughter?! The Setting: Doesn't make any fucking sense!!!!!!! I have so many questions! The world building is utter crap, and believe me, I know crap when I read it. This has got to be one of the worst Fae-related settings I've ever read because it is so completely undeveloped. *takes deep breath* Why the fuck are the Fae so fucking dangerous? We are never, ever given any reason to truly fear the Fae. We're told that, oh, we humans must do ____ and ____ in order not to piss our evil Fae dictators off! BUT WHY? WHY ARE YOU SO SCARED? In the book, the Fae do fucking nothing but Glamour stuff and make you feel desiiiiiiiiire Faefever-style. My entire body tightened and pulsed with a sensual charge. I was filled with need and want and—Oh please, feelings of horniness? I get wetter every time I see Tom Hiddleston's face onscreen. [image] Can you blame me? The point is that the Fae, to me, posed no danger at all, because there is no explicit threat shown to me within the book. I don't know why they're so fucking scared of them. The Fae are really pretty. That's all. Have you ever heard of a fucking babysitter? Robyn got into this fucking mess in the first place because her parents had to bring her into Faeryland. They work for the Fae king/queen and they had to give a report. They tried to hide Robyn in a basket, and like a baby, ROBYN CRIED. I am shocked. SHOCKED, that a baby doesn't keep its mouth shut. Why did they have to bring the fucking baby to work?! Get a fucking baby sitter! Leprechauns?! What the FUCK? The Leprechauns exist because they are the shoemakers to the Fae. WHY THE FUCK?! The Fae have human agents. Haven't they fucking heard of Gucci? Chanel? Payless? Why the fuck are they employing an entire race of completely obsolete shoemakers who create trouble---when the Fae can just send their human agents (THEY HAVE HUMAN AGENTS) to fucking BUY SOME SHOES. Why are the Leprechauns so isolated when they can easily get from their world into the human world? Why are they so ass-fucking-backwards when technology is readily available (and just a car ride away). So many questions. No answers. Poop. Poooooooooop. Politically-Correct Ranting: I'm gonna get a little anal about this book, mainly because hey, if I'm going to protest in one book about the misrepresentation of Asian people, I might as well be fair and call out bullshit when I see it in other nationalities/races. If you're Irish, and you're pretty fucking sick of all the OMG LUCKY CHARMS jolly little green men stripping naked and playing football (that's soccer to you 'Muricans) and having a grand ole' time, you might find yourself a wee bit offended by this book. If you want to take the stereotypical portrayals tongue-in-cheek, and you think I'm a politically correct pain in the ass who sucks all the joy out of reading, well, you're perfectly entitled to your opinion, too! “Do me a favor,” she said to Rock. “Say ‘They’re always trying to steal me Lucky Charms.’”There's no shortage to Irish stereotypes in the book. The main character is a redhead! They all play fiddles! They get really rowdy, naked, and drunk. They dance on tabletops. They get drunk some more! They play more fiddles! Ye gods! Cass sang, “They’re magically delicious!”WHAT FUCKING LEPRECHAUNS?! What's the fucking point of featuring Leprechauns in a book if you're going to make him (the love interest) the ONE SINGLE GIANT FUCKING LEPRECHAUN IN A SEA OF TINY ASS PEOPLE? What's the point of using a lesser-known type of leprechauns, an EVEN TINIER RACE, if you're gonna give the main character's little sister a Clourichain love interest WHO CAN GROW HUMAN-SIZED AT WILL? Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell is this fuckery? There are some things that the YA genre should just leave the fuck alone, because really, I can't see myself ever falling for a leprechaun. Even a tall one. The Romance: He pulled me to him again and laid his lips gently against mine.[image]McKale---or Kale, as he prefers to be called---is not a man. He doesn't have a penis. He is a 50-year old virgin. He really is 50. I watched him go, noting his long limbs and thin frame. It was hard to believe he was fifty-years-old and his body still had some filling-out to do.Am I the only one who finds this incredibly creepy? Leprechauns age slowly, but still. 50, dude. No. He paints her toenails. He is bashful. He can't meet her eyes. He has never kissed anyone (well, except for KHALISTAH but that's only because SHE made him. It wasn't his fault at all. I mean, who would want to kiss a beautiful Fae princess? Pfft. So not his fault.). He paints her toenails. He brings her baskets of berries. He sniffs her hair. I felt my ponytail lift and I stopped cranking. A slow turn of my head caught McKale letting the hair fall from his hand. He’d been smelling my hair. And now he wore an expression like a boy who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.They are content to sit there, gazing lovingly into each others' eyes. His hands held each side of my face. I reached up and held his forearms until he pulled away just enough to see my eyes. We sat there, reading each other and savoring our prospects.Well, savoring our prospects! That's just gosh darned dang diddly romantic! Why the FUCK does Khaleesi--sorry, sorry, Khalistah! want him?! She has been on his ass for years, years! She wants him. She is obsessed with him. WHY?! What the fuck makes him so bloody special? Why is this stunning Fae princess so enamored? "I had never met a living thing like you. Brave enough to seek me, yet too shy to touch me. Such a refreshing change from the arrogance of Fae males."WELL THAT JUST EXPLAINS EVERYTHING. Are you fucking kidding me? ...more |
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[image] This was a beautifully written book with an intriguing concept of a Norse-mythology-based United States, but it was just not fun to read. I did [image] This was a beautifully written book with an intriguing concept of a Norse-mythology-based United States, but it was just not fun to read. I didn't find the plot intriguing, I didn't find it interesting, I didn't feel any sense of urgency or excitement. The characters are nice, but to me, it didn't feel like they developed throughout the story at all. I was not attached to them, to me, the characters did not feel like real people to whom I can relate. Great writing and an interesting alternate world can only do so much towards my enjoyment of a book, the plot and character development is also needed to keep my attention, and this book lacks both of the latter. I'm currently reading a Gossip Girl-type book (of all things!) that I found superior to this one where character development and plot are concerned. I appreciated this book...but I was not entertained by it. I tend to take my mythological reinterpretations rather seriously. Or rather, I often go off on prolonged rage-y expletive-filled rant about how the author completely abused the accuracy of certain myths for their own ends. I have no such complaints with this book. My knowledge of Norse mythology and the Aesir, the Ragnarok, is not the best, but so far, I feel like the gods have been accurately represented and reinterpreted, and I have no problems with how they are portrayed here. The United States of Asgard was very interesting...at first. I was initially intrigued at the concept of it. We are in the current United States, but one based on Norse Mythology, where the gods of the Aesir are alive and living among mortals. Instead of states, we have Kingstates, ruled by a king, with princes. There is a House of Congress; instead of a White House, we have a White Hall. The language spoken is Anglish. The days are Sunsday, Moonsday, Tyrsday, Thorsday, Freyasday, Freysday...etc. The kingstates are renamed, Mizizibi, Nebrasge, Colorada, Montania, Cantuckee, Kansa. We have elves and trolls wandering the wilds and terrorizing those not living in established settlements. Our magazines are Os Weekly, Teen Seer, with articles like “Top Ten Ways to Make Runes Sexy” and “Dating and Prophecy: Things He Doesn’t Want to Hear.” Instead of the NFL, we have National Stoneball. Instead of Carl's Junior, we have Jarl Burger...etc. The gods are living among us, they appear at Congressional hearings, they appear with starlets on their arm at red-carpet events, they have photographic press events! The gods are very active among the people, and that's what makes them so adored and worshiped. "But none of them is so well loved as Baldur the Beautiful.This new world is beautifully woven at first, then it gets cute...and then it gets a little bit grating. It's one thing to build a system based on a mythological system, slapping a new Norse-based name on everything in existence just feels like it's trying too hard, and it got on my nerves more often than not. I would also have liked to know more of the history of the United States of Asgard, too. How did it come into existence? What about the rest of the modern-day world? It is a well-built microcosm of a nation, but it leaves too much unexplained. Soren is the son of a berserker, who went crazy. His father was infamous for going off in a berserker rage and killing 13 people before being killed by a SWAT team himself. Astrid has a famous mother, a seethkona or a seer who has disappeared--or died. Meanwhile, the living god Baldur has disappeared when he should have been reborn, and thus Soren and Astrid join forces in a quest to find him and in doing so, gain a boon from his father, Odin. Both are seeking something, and a boon (a wish) from the Alffather is something to be prized. The beginning was interesting...what follows, is more or less an alternate-universe edition of On the Road, which is to say it's not terribly exciting, despite the premise of a missing god. They travel on the road, mostly the desert-dry landscape of the American Midwest, they meet people, they get into random fights...it was all incredibly dull for me. There was supposed to be character development...I didn't see it. Soren is frustrated and fearful of unleashing his berserker ability. He lives all the time with the knowledge that his father's taint is passed onto him. He knows people regard him fearfully, thinking he might burst into rage at any moment. Soren knows that he is a timebomb waiting to happen...he is really, tremendously angsty about it all the time. Despite all that, I felt that neither his character nor Astrid were relatable, nor did they grow much throughout the events of the book. They are both quite perfect to begin with, besides their internal angst, and that much didn't change at all throughout the book. Soren and Astrid are supposed to have their faults, but to me, they felt much like the omnipresent Norse gods within the book. Unreachable, cold, distant. They are both, for lack of a better description---godly. Their weaknesses are more like a brief attempt at making them relatable, human, but they are both so perfect that they did not feel like your average teenager---albeit those with more unique powers than most, at all. Astrid is a pretty kick-ass character. She is a seether (seer) herself, she's also skilled in swordplay, fighting. She excels in everything. Astrid is just too perfect, and Soren views her as such. His reverence towards her makes Astrid to be such a paragon, and to me, she is an unattainable character, too consummately flawless that she is unreal. I also had a lot of problem with the insta-love. I felt the romance was utterly forced in this book. Literally from the moment their eyes lock, Soren and Astrid feel a connection. They never fight, they never argue. They just acknowledge a connection between their souls, and they accept it. It was so unrealistic, and completely unnecessary for the development of the plot. I would have liked it so much better if they didn't fall for each other so quickly and their feelings escalated so rapidly; their mission could have been built on a background of friendship that grows over time instead of just insta-love. Soren is an idealized male narrator, not a realistic one. "I think my heart stops beating.Recommended for fans of Norse mythology and those who enjoy an interesting alternate world, with a patience for slow plot and lack of character development. ...more |
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"I wept for my own condition. My loneliness. My misery. Myself." Ye gods, so much emo here. This book starts off with a text of Edgar Allan Poe's belove "I wept for my own condition. My loneliness. My misery. Myself." Ye gods, so much emo here. This book starts off with a text of Edgar Allan Poe's beloved poem, Annabel Lee. I am a proud, card-bearing member of the Edgar Allan Poe bandwagon. I absolutely love his writing, particularly his poetry, and Annabel Lee is among my favorite poem among his wide repertoire. The premise of the story being based on the poem suckered me in. And I mean, suckered, since this book is a hot mess with a microscopic connection to Edgar Allan Poe's works. It pisses me off, because it feels like the author uses the famed author's name and quotes his works as more of a selling point than any actual relation or tribute to the author himself. And mark my words, every single fucking chapter starts off with a quotation from a piece of Edgar Allan Poe's writing. I hate thin premises that promise more than they ever intend to deliver. There is an overwhelmingly Celtic feel to this book than there is anything remotely Poe-related. In the book, the main character Liam constantly refers to his love, Annabel Leighton as his "beautiful creature," though there may be no relation between this work and Edgar Allan Poe's, I can see very clearly a definite parallel between this book and the Beautiful Creatures franchise. And make no mistake, I am no big fan of the Beautiful Creatures series. The setting certainly does live up to its "gothic" advertisement. The problem is that it can't make up its mind when the hell it wants to be. We have a present day setting. 2013. It doesn't feel like 2013, not on the island of Dòchas. The people there are ass-backwards. In Dòchas, the calendar is firmly entrenched in the 19th century. The people living there firmly believe in mythical creatures. They believe Liam is a demon; they believe that he killed his mother at his birth. They believe in the bean sidhe, Na Fir Ghorm, Cailleach (washer-woman), selkies, Otherworlders. They barely have technology. They force their daughters to marry at age 14. They have no justice system; a man can kill or beat his wife and get away with it. Servants know their place. The villagers (literally) form lynch mobs to burn/kill off whom they believe to be demons and witches. 2013 is but a distant dream to the people living on Dòchas. Enter Annabel Leighton, the book's version of Paris Hilton. She is a notorious heiress and socialite in New York City, despite her young age of 18. Her parents have gotten so sick of her embarrassing antics that they've shipped her off to Dòchas in the impending event of her brother's wedding to a politician's daughter so she won't be able to embarrass her family any further. She is the definition of entitled, spoiled little wild-child rich girl. At 16, she completely exposed herself in front of strangers, and has been tabloid fodder with her drunken, naked, attention-seeking antics ever since. Spare me the excuses. It takes a whole lot of eggnog to get that drunk, my dear. Even so, Liam has been madly in love with her and keeping up with her life through what he reads of her through the shipped-in newspapers ever since. His only contact with her has been the few times they have played together as children (Princess Annabel and Prince Leem) when she was summering on the island 13 years ago. Liam constantly makes excuses for her self-indulgent behavior; naturally, there is spectacular and head-bashingly unbelievable insta-love on both ends. “You undress, pull pranks, indulge in all manner of chemical substances, and say outrageous things. And you don’t act like you reportedly do in the tabloids. You are deep, sincere, and caring—caring enough to not want to harm another living creature. There’s an element missing on this island that causes you to behave differently. Do you know what I think it is?...Your parents. You and I are very much alike. You want more than anything in the world to be noticed by your parents---to garner their love. Just like me.” So according to Liam, Anna just acts like Paris Hilton because she wants to be loved by her parents. Spare me. Plenty of parents are ignorant of their children. We don't all show our cootch to the public before even reaching legal age. Liam is the reason why I draw the comparison to Beautiful Creatures. In that series, many people have complained that Ethan is too feminine. I've read that book. I agree. I've read a lot of books with male narrators, and I have to say, short of outrightly gay characters, Liam is the most feminine guy I've ever encountered. If I had not known that the narrator was male, I never would have guessed from reading this book. He observes the slightest details when it comes to his obsession of Anna. The way the light reflect on her hair: "Sun flitted across the leaves and boughs as the wind caught the branches, giving the woods life and the magical quality I’d always loved. Flecks of light bounced off of Anna’s long, silky hair, making her appear as ethereal as Titania." The clarity of her skin: "The light from the window reflected off her sleek ebony hair and flitted across her alabaster skin. The clothes she wears: "Ebony waves cascaded over her shoulders, and her clothes, unlike any worn here on Dòchas, clung to her slender form like those from the etching of Venus in my book of nineteenth-century French poetry. I covered my mouth to stifle a gasp." And dreaming of marriage to someone he's barely known, surely that's something teen boys do, right? "The thought of being married to this magnificent creature seemed too fine a fantasy to cast off quickly, so I paced the porch for a moment, letting the images of us together fill my head." Um. No. I'd like to say he is old-fashioned, which he is, but it's not. Liam's observations are nowhere that of the average male. Some romantic readers may say, oh, he's more than that, he's a very sensitive, highly observant male. I don't. I don't buy it at all. Liam is a complete innocent, having never been exposed to popular culture of any kind. His pattern of speech is extremely formal and firmly entrenched in the 19th century, and it is a stark and shocking contrast compared to Anna's casual and very modern speech and pattern of thought. Anna is a typical modern teenage girl, as annoying as she can sometimes be, as entitled as she is. Liam is a character straight out of a Regency HR. The book feels so strange with these two contrasting cultures and thought and speech patterns, from the foreign and very modern Anna, to the ass-backwards waters of Liam and Dòchas. Liam's Ethan-Wate-ish feminity is combined with Lena's sense of martyrdom, self-pity, and emotional flagellation. Liam is such a martyr. He blames himself for everything; he truly believes he's a horrible creature, a demon who will bring about death and destruction among those he touches. Oh, and Francine? She is totally Amma. She cares for him and has been caring for him since his mother died. She gives him advice, defends him against the others who would speak ill of him, she protects him. Francine all but gives him a condom as she pushes Liam and Anna together. It's so weird and creepy. In summary: feminine, unbelievable male narrator, annoying, insta-love between the two very young teens, with a very rapidly escalating and unrealistic relationship. Strange setting that doesn't know what or when it wants to be. People who act out of place, out of time. Flimsy connection to Edgar Allan Poe. Good writing, beautifully atmospheric, but overly dramatic characters and setting. Still does not make up for everything else that's wrong. Skip this book. ...more |
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