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| Aren’t ghosts supposed to have some sort of agenda? I really hope mine isn’t to haunt my boyfriend’s bedroom. That is way too clichéd. Aren’t ghosts supposed to have some sort of agenda? I really hope mine isn’t to haunt my boyfriend’s bedroom. That is way too clichéd.Sure, you could compare this to The Lovely Bones, in the same way that you could compare Twilight to Bram Stoker's Dracula. It's pretty much the same thing, really, with a few minor differences. The "few minor differences" being: 1. Red tunas. Ok, fine, the technical term for a misleading clue ia a "red herring" but the clues in this book are so fucking obvious and dumb and loud that I've coined a new term for it. Hence, red tuna 2. This ghost is even more of a vapid idiot than the one in The Lovely Bones 3. This ghost gets into one bloody painful mess of a love triangle between the most wonderfulest boyfriend ever who just doesn't geeeeeeeeeet her, maaaaaan and a pothead stoner with a heart of gold 4. Family? Lol. Family? Screw family, it's all about friends, y'all. She has a sister? A brother? A family. Oh, yeah, yeah, she does. She mentions them sometimes. Mostly the fact that her mom is a huge, raging psychotic bitch 5. The dumbest friends ever, in fact, the most vapid group of high schoolers who ever existed 6. There is not a single truly likeable character in the book. I'm dead fucking serious. Her classmates are morons without sympathy. Her family pretty much ignore one another when, if, they're mentioned at all Really, there's not much introspection. There's no literary value. There is an idiot of a girl who gets to spend time with her boyfriend, while fighting off the feelings for another guy...while she's a ghost. Don't. Just don't. The Summary: I think I’m supposed to do something while I’m here. It doesn’t make any sense that I’d be given a free pass to haunt about and chill with my boyfriend.17-year old Cassidy is dead. How does everyone think she died? “Well, I heard some guys saying she tried to go skinny-dipping in the river and froze, which is downright ignorant to suggest. Then Kristy London started telling everyone she saw Cassidy throw up at dance once because she was bulimic and that’s why she committed suicide.”Cassidy was found dead under a bridge, after a night of inebriation. Everyone seems to think her death was a suicide, even her own family. Even the police, since they seem to think she killed herself after, oh, roughyl 5 seconds of investigations. So realistic. So nobody knows how Cassidy died, since nobody was there. Hell, not even Cassidy knows how she died, because she was drunk as fuck. I was definitely drinking at the party, but was I drunk enough to forget everything that happened?But all hope is not lost! Cassidy may be dead, but she's not yet "moved on." She is still here, on earth, as a ghost. Nobody can see her, until, miraculously, her boyfriend, Ethan could! She's been left here on earth with a purpose! How shall Cassidy spent this one wondrous chance?! I cast away that dangerously hopeful thought and look up at Ethan, deciding to take advantage of what time I have left with him.Will she use that time to discover how she died? Not exactly. I’m momentarily distracted by Ethan’s navy blue boxer-briefs. They’re the only thing he’s wearing.Is she going to spend her remaining time on earth observing her family extensively, seeing that they're her family, who have raised her and loved her for 17 years? Um... He exhales, long and loud. I lean forward, hoping for a whiff of his breath even if it’s sour, morning scented, but there’s nothing. I frown.Is she going to spend that time going back to the scene of her death, seeing if there are any clues to be picked up, any memories she can glean from going back to such a pivotal place? Weeeeell... I’m sure my afterlife mission isn’t to hook up with my boyfriend—especially after what I just remembered about Caleb—but I can’t ignore the allure of his touches.Ok, fine. This is a teenaged girl, after all. It's only fair that she spends a quarter of the book, or half the book thinking about her boyfriend. But what about the remaining half? How will she spend the rest of her time on earth?! Clearly, she has been put here for a purpose. Ghosts don't just wander around after death pointlessly. Surely there is a bigger picture here. Yeah, there is. His name is Caleb, andOH BOY, CASSIDY IS GOING TO INVESTIGATE THE ROLE THAT HE PLAYED IN HER DEATH. I bend down right in front of him, meaning to study his face for some proof of guilt, maybe attempt a ghostly trick to will a writing sample out of his obnoxious orange backpack, but the only thing I can think about is his mouth closed around mine. My eyes wander to his lips.Or, you know, just think about kissing him. Investigation. Kissing. Same thing, if you think about it. Cassi-die now plz: I squared my shoulders and inched up my chin as if I was above his affection. I wasn’t, but I was so mad I wanted him to think I was, to feel bad about it.The word vapid is actually spelled "C-A-S-S-I-D-Y." The definition of her name is Captain Obvious since she has the uncommon knack for stating the fucking obvious. She sets a pad of monogrammed stationery on top of her notes from last week and adds Mica’s name to a short list of classmates, all of whom attended the party.Her grief is of the woe-is-me everything is about me me me. OK, she's dead. I know that. I should be able to empathize with that, but her sadness...the way it is written, so very much self-centered, just makes me laugh. Sadness rolls over me, knowing that I’ll never again be the person she turns to for comfort.She is the equivalent of a mentally-challenged ghost. She knows she can't be heard, yet she insists on talking VERY LOUDLY and ENUNCIATING VERY CLEARLY in the hopes that someone will be able to hear her. “Aimée,” I say very slowly as if overenunciating will allow her to hear me, “look under that binder.”It is the equivalent of talking VERY LOUDLY INTO THE EARS OF A DEAF PERSON. It just makes you look like a motherfucking moron. Her investigation into her death can be best summed up in one hyphenated word: "half-assed". She withholds clues, she ignores clues, she ignores uncomfortable flashbacks, like her memories of flirting and kissing another boy who is not her boyfriend. She lies. She omits information that would help the one person who is able to see her investigate her death. If I tell him I think I was with Caleb he’ll definitely ask why. I’m not ready to go there with him. It’ll ruin the small piece of us we’ve recaptured, and I can’t bear losing that again.Almost all her memories are of emotional conflicts between her love triangle. They are frustrating, they are foolish, they give me no respect for Cassidy whatsoever. The Side Characters: After he leaves, the cafeteria clears out, but conversations still echo off the walls. She was totally drunk … I heard she froze to death … Who kills herself over a breakup? I mean, really?Seriously, there is not one single likeable character in the entire fucking book. Her family are portrayed as idiots. Her father is a doormat. Her mother is a psycho with a midlife crisis who pretty much has no reaction over her daughter's death besides for the fact that it might give her something to do. Cassidy has a tremendous amount of contempt for her mom, and her entire family is portrayed so briefly, so poorly, that there is absolutely no sense of familial love whatsoever. Instead, we are focused on her friends, and man, they are motherfucking idiots. Cassidy may be vapid, but she appears to be a product of her school, because her entire fucking school is filled with brainless teenagers without an ounce of sympathy. Literally nobody gives a fuck about her death but her friend, Aimée. The entire student body doesn't need counseling, they use her death as an opportunity to gossip, to make small-talk, to talk shit about Cassidy now that she's dead. It would have appeared like Cassidy had no friends at all after her death, and it is so strange, considering we don't get a sense of that at all from the flashbacks of her life before death. Truly, the side characters in this book, the entire fucking cast, doesn't seem realistic at all. There is no emotional connection to anyone, anything. The Motherfucking Love Triangle: Aimée rolls her eyes. “I can’t believe he was high at eight-thirty in the morning. I’ll never get what Cassidy saw in him.”DING DING DING. We have a love triangle here. And it's not an obvious type. It's the I-will-keep-you-guessing-until-the-bitter-fucking-end type. Ethan is the nicest boy in the world. He was her first kiss. He was her first love. They have been dating for three years. He took my hand, and I was certain, in that moment, that I would never kiss anyone else for as long as I lived.Until, inexplicably, she falls for Caleb, a stoner who pops pills under the guise of Tic-Tacs. Caleb, who is never NOT stoned. Caleb opens his eyes in a lazy, delayed reaction that tips me off that he’s high. Again.Caleb, who is a bad boy with a Tragic Past who totally deserves our sympathy, right "...you had changed when your parents split up and you started getting high all the time..."Caleb, who gives her a special Brownie laced with marijuana. Such a fucking gentleman. How could a girl ever resist? “Speaking of, I made you a little somethin’ somethin’.” He reached into his bright orange backpack and pulled out a brownie wrapped in pink cellophane and about ten different colors of ribbon.And she cheated on Ethan with THIS loser? No, thank you. Sure, Ethan is so fucking effeminate that he barely even counts as a boyfriend, but he's still a far better catch than Caleb. And we're left wondering until the very end who she will choose. I do not tolerate cheating. There are books in which cheating is really, really well done, in which I feel a tremendous amount of sympathy for the cheaters. This is not one of those books. ...more |
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| Apr 08, 2014
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it was ok
| I got them all killed. I was supposed to protect them, and I was underground, entertaining a convict, throwing daggers at a wall.Sigh. This book wa I got them all killed. I was supposed to protect them, and I was underground, entertaining a convict, throwing daggers at a wall.Sigh. This book was not terrible, but is boring. In short, here is why I did not like it: 1. It was incredibly slow. The action was stretched out tighter than a pair of size-2 leggings on Kim Kardashian's ever-growing ass. That whole "the sisters’ journey to find each other sends them far from the only home they’ve ever known" thing in the blurb? Don't hold your breath waiting for it to happen. 2. Frustratingly stupid characters. The only character I liked throughout the book is the one presented to us as the straight-talking village asshole Gavril. 3. Poorly built slapstick setting with a lack of depth to the paranormal element. There was also just no point to the companion animals, as well as the adoption of the Japanese mythology "kitsune" in name only. There are twins in this book. You might have trouble telling them apart, as I did at first. As you read the book, they will develop their own personality. Moria and Ashyn are similar in that they are equally stupid, they're just dumb in different ways. They are beautiful, identical strawberry-blonde twins. Here's a visual guide, using the lovely Emma Stone. This is Moria. [image] Moira cannot shut up. She makes stupid decisions. This is Ashyn. [image] Ashyn feels sorry for herself. She will forgive anything. The Summary: "Our village is gone. The women massacred, the men turned to shadow stalkers, the children stolen. I believe that qualifies as ‘something gone wrong.’”Sounds exciting, no?! Don't get your hopes up, because all that action is spread oh-so-slowly over a couple of dozen chapters. This book goes nowhere fast. In the beginning, we meet Ronan, a criminal sent into exile in the volcanic Wastes. He sees a boy! A rich boy. He plans to kidnap him. Only it's not a him, it's a her. Ronan doesn't know the mysterious girl's name, but she is Moria. Moria asks him whether he's the youngest, then gives him her dagger and vanhishes into the night. "A dagger won’t kill the fever. Won’t kill the spirits.” She turned. “But good luck anyway.”A choice she will regret later. Back in the village, we learn that Moria and Ashyn are twins. Moria is the Keeper, she is one of few in the empire who protects the people from malevolent spirits. Ashyn is the Seeker, she lays spirits to rest, and buries their bodies afterwards. Tomorrow she is to go into the Forest of the Dead to settle the ghosts. Only things go dreadfully wrong. The Seeking party is attacked by bloodthirsty shadows. It was a piece of meat, almost like a ball, but...Only to run into the arms of kidnappers. Ronan is Ashyn's captor. And to make matters worse, Ronan captures Ashyn using the dagger Moria gave him. He pulled a dagger from his belt. The blade shimmered in the lantern light, but it wasn’t the steel that caught her attention—it was the filigreed handle.Now do you see why it was a bad fucking idea for Moria to give him the dagger? Nice job. Ashyn forgives Ronan right away, because he only just kidnapped her a little bit (no, seriously, that's what she said.) The rest of the book goes somewhat like this: They get attacked by spirits. Their village gets attacked by spirits. They get attacked by a person possessed by a spirit. They run away only to get split up. They get attacked by more spirits. They get deceived by spirits (and then attacked by them). They get attacked by men. They get attacked by spirits. They get deceived by spirits. They get deceived by men. They get attacked some more. They arrive in the Empire's capital. They talk to people. They get involved into conspiracies. The end. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. The Setting: It doesn't mesh. It feels like a ton of random elements thrown together and it never feels like a cohesive high fantasy setting. It's creepy enough, I'll tell you that. There are bloodthirsty spirits. There are places like The Wastes, with hardened volcanic lands, and the Forest of the Dead, filled with malevolent spirits that eat people. But other than that, the setting doesn't feel real. There was no background. There was no history. There was no reason for why things are the way they are. There are pointless paragraphs on the behavior and ways of things like how a merchant is deemed lower class and what's the appropriate way to do business with a tailor, without explaining the important stuff, like politics! Things are just random. We have spirits, no shit, but for some fucking reason sorcery is deemed to be superstitious nonsense? “I didn’t mean to mock you, Ashyn. It’s just...sorcery? I suppose in a place like Edgewood they still believe in that sort of thing. Old superstitions.”There are dragons and petrified dragon eggs are sold in marketplaces, but a porcupine...is sorcery! “It must be sorcery,” she murmured. “To make such a creature.”Pointless Spirits: There was no point to Moria and Ashyn being Seeker and Keeper of the Spirits. Their powers are pointless and hardly used. Neither of them can defend themselves against the spirits by any magical power. They can only attack the spirits with physical weapons, and Ashyn is pretty incompetent in that sense. Both sisters have to rely on big, strong men to take care of them. Their relationship with the spirits is purely superficial. In the beginning, we're told that Moria talks to the spirits, and that's pretty much the last we hear about it for a long fucking time because it's almost never mentioned again. Pointless Animals: Each of the girls have a companion animal, Daigo is a Hound of the Immortal. Tova is a Wildcat of the Immortals. They chuff. They chirp. All the fucking time. They warn the twins of dangers. They do absolutely nothing besides that. It is the worst case of so-called "animal bonding" I have ever read. They might as well be pets. There was no point to their spiritual bonding. Moria: “It isn’t shadow stalkers,” she whispered. “They don’t speak—”Moria never shuts up. She is constantly shushed, because she NEVER STOP TALKING. In the middle of a forest when they're trying to hide from the spirits? BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. In the middle of the forest when they're trying to hide from evil men? BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. She never knows when to keep her fucking mouth shut. She is too headstrong, and I hated her. She grated on my nerves. She makes stupid, impulsive decisions that gets people into trouble. Moria raced through the forest as she clawed vines aside.Moria is often Too-Stupid-To-Live. She rushes into danger the instant she sees it, without thinking of the consoequences. Ashyn: A frustrating doormat. She was kidnapped by Ronan. And then immediately forgives him. “And you just happened upon him?”Because it's so reasonable to forgive a guy who had a knife to your throat a few moments ago. Moria is the quieter twin, she lives in her sister's shadow, and she constantly wishes she was like her sister in appearance, in charisma, in strength. Ashyn spends the entire book feeling sorry for herself, and not much else. Ashyn loved her sister. And yet...It was not that Ashyn particularly wanted any of the young men who trailed after her sister. It was simply...well, simply that she wouldn’t mind a boy’s attention, if only to prove that she wasn’t completely invisible next to Moria.Ashyn is so fucking stupid. She befriends a criminal (Ronan). While he is in jail, she brings him games. She plays with him. She trusts him against all reason. As hard as Ashyn tried, she could not quite shake the lingering hurt over Ronan’s...betrayal certainly wasn’t the right word. Even abandonment felt too harsh.She is truly a doormat. The Guys: They're both assholes. Ronan uses people. Ronan is a criminal who sees people in terms of their worth to him. Ashyn falls for him anyway. Gavril is the jerk who tells Moria when she's being an idiot, and she hates him for it. Gavril is my favorite character in the book. The romance isn't even worth mentioning. Just skip this book. ...more |
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did not like it
| "Liv...it’s a name, a verb, a command. A notion of mortality. That’s a name ripe for some epic poetry. If I could write, I’d write you one, a poem. "Liv...it’s a name, a verb, a command. A notion of mortality. That’s a name ripe for some epic poetry. If I could write, I’d write you one, a poem.”In YA literature, I often find myself wishing I could kill the main character. This book did me a favor: it DID kill off the main character. Sadly, it didn't help. My headache persisted. You see, the girl still lives on, as an extremely irritating ghost, a tiresome, ceaselessly self-centered narrator. This book is categorized as "paranormal" only by technicality. It is nothing but nauseating, mindless wish-fulfillment. There is a girl who died in a well. If you are hoping for Anna Dressed in Blood or Ringu, you are sadly out of luck. The Big Bang Theory is wrong. The universe was created from the birth of Olivia Bloom. She is the center of the universe. Multiple ecosystems spawned from the fertility of her poop. The sun shines out of her asshole. This book is about nothing, nobody, but Liv. This book is less: [image] And more: [image] The only thing terrifying about this book is the astoundingly quick insta-love. There is a girl who is accepted to a most prestigious academy through no intelligence. She is picked up to her school by a white-gloved chaffeur and whisked off to her beautiful Gothic boarding school by a limousine. At her school, she is served by waiters at mealtime. Her things are unpacked, her room cared for by unseen servants. She has the most popular, most handsome boy in school pining for her since the moment they first lay eyes on each other. He will do anything for her. She instantly makes another guy friend who will also do anything for her. Including go to jail to help solve the mystery of her death. It's no big deal. What's more important is Liv, the dead Liv. “I appreciate the effort, man, but let it go,” Gabe said, sincerely. “You know what’s most important right now: to learn the truth and bring justice. For her.”No classes. No female friends. Stupid female rivals. Hot guys who adore her AND befriend her. This book is truly the epitome of idiotic, simpering wishfulness. The Summary: Part I: The Wish Fulfillment; Liv is an orphan. She lives with her foster parents. Don't worry, her foster parents aren't worthy of any mention in the book; they are placeholder only. Liv somehow gets accepted into the ultra-prestigious Wickham Hall. It's "the best prep school in the country." We have no idea how the fuck she gets in, except it's something vague about her art. Because her brains it ain't. My grades certainly didn’t get me into Wickham Hall. I assumed it was my portfolio.The school is beautiful. Stunning. The students are dull. Every single girl is a clone, except for Liv. They dressed the same. Their hair was almost identical. Their skin was milky with the occasional bout of freckles. Their noses even turned up in the same way. But mostly, they all talked the same.Liv, who stands out. Liv, who is the object of ostracization because every single girl hates her. Liv, who immediately falls for the most unattainable boy in school, Malcolm Astor. That’s when I noticed him. He was standing next to the headmaster, still looking at me even though the others had turned away. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away. But I could feel his gaze linger. I desperately willed my face not to flush, my lips not to purse. Suddenly I was aware of every single muscle in my face.Malcolm Astor, who immediately singles Liv out for his specialized attention, the most prestigious First Dance at the school ball. I looked up, mouth full of bread, to see what had happened and...he was there.Not only is there Golden Boy Malcolm, but there is brooding, dark Gabe. He was skittish and intense, but his brown eyes were gentle. Still, I wanted to keep at least three feet away. He was almost exactly how I’d always pictured Vincent Van Gogh—in other words, pretty crazy.Two boys, ever so different. *rolls eyes* Classes, fuck classes. What classes? It's apparently a boarding school (and a prestigious educational institution) in name only, because it seems that all Liv does is paint and continue her courtship of Malcolm. This is a paranormal book, after all, but the only thing I found abnormal about this book is Malcolm's perfection and their courtship. They kiss within 10% of the book. They go on romantic dates. There has never been such an idealized teenaged boy as Malcolm. He takes her on trips to dark, romantic gravestones. He makes her a playlist. Malcolm let go of my hand and took out his iPod. He clicked it on and then handed it to me. A playlist called Liv, Forever was cued up.Malcolm then takes her on a romantic sun-dappled tour of the school based on that playlist. And we walked along a sun-dappled path, comfortable like two people who’d known each other forever.*gag* Malcolm offers to be her fucking canvas. He turned to me. “Draw on me.”Of course it is. Oh, wait. Isn't this supposed to be a paranormal novel? Oh, here it comes. SHE DIES! My head whipped back from its force. And that’s when everything went black.Part II: I'm pretty when I'm dead; And the wish-fulfillment continues. You see, Liv is pretty, even when she's dead. My body was cold and dull. Plump with death. I looked almost serene. My dark hair spread around my head, kind of like that famous painting of Ophelia floating in the river. Funny, I’d made so many self-portraits and yet I’d never really looked at myself and realized I was actually kind of pretty.Her so-perfect lover weeps over her, ever so dramatically. She is loved when she is lost. He kneeled on the ground next to my body and kissed my cheek.Crime-scene contamination, be damned. Liv is dead. So beautiful. So young. So tragic. Like the a sad, sad night lit by stars. I was separate from the world. I had become the star, hadn’t I? That tragic, lonely thing.Like a fallen angel, beautiful in her fragility! I imagined myself an angel. I kind of was, wasn’t I?For someone dead, she sure is full of herself. Apparently, she's a ghost now. Liv is dead! Murdered! Ohnoes! Now we must investigate her death. But however will she do that?! Enter Gabe also known as walking, talking deus ex fucking machina because he can hear ghosts. Together, the three of them will investigate her death! Liv will use her supernatural abilities as a ghost to discover who killed her!!!!!!!!!!! Part II: Love after death I waited and waited until there was enough condensation for me to write a single sentence. It took every ounce of willpower to ignore the pain in my fingertip. But I did it.Or she could just use it to write a note to her lover. Same thing, really. -_________________- The Setting: WHAT SETTING? ARE WE IN HIGH SCHOOL? You wouldn't bloody know. There is not a single instance of actually attending any class outside of art, in which they're pretty much fucking free to do what they want. It's supposed to be a beautiful Northeastern United States setting with pretty leaves, pretty buildings...and that's it. There are no relevant students because the only person the book is concerned with is Liv and those connected to her. There are no academics because Liv doesn't give a fuck about academia. There are no classes because it would interfere with Liv's social life and her courtship with Malcolm. There are a lot of walking around on the beautiful campus...because it's a beautiful campus. It was mid-afternoon so there were no stars, of course, but the leaves were every possible orange and the clouds were perfect puffs.It's not so much a school campus, as it is vacation resort. The Mary Sue: There is room for only one relevant female in this book, and there is no doubt that star is Liv Bloom. Liv is one of the most useless, self-centered character I have ever encountered. She is a heroine of the Bella Swan sort because she is completely, utterly worthless in every way but her love interests can't see it. She is an artist, but we don't really see much of that, nor is she a credible one, because her art is, well...herself. A self-portrait. Almost all my drawings are self-portraits. They don’t necessarily look like me—in fact, they rarely do—but they represent me.Yet somehow, everyone thinks she is fucking perfection. Her new art teacher raves over her talents. Talents of which we are never convinced. “You are so talented. Do you understand? Your skill is exceptional. If you unleash and add true emotion to your work, it will sing, Olivia! It will fly!”Her new boy toy knows that she is the one approximately 15 minutes after meeting her, after knowing nothing about her. “I think I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”The Artistic References: Listen, I like art as much as the next person. I studied it for years when I was younger, but there is a way to appreciate art, and shoving it down the readers' throat isn't it. There is an incredible amount of artistic name-dropping in this book. Klimt. Pollock. Modigliani. Yue. Van Gogh. Rothko. But then images started to emerge from the darkness around us. At first they were pleasant: a Titian cherub, a Chagall angel. But then one of Bosch’s devils appeared. And Munch’s screaming terror. Francis Bacon’s agonizing Pope. And one of Basquiat’s jagged skulls.It feels forced. It feels false. It feels like the book is trying too hard. The Romance: This book is filled with the most romantic, the most unrealistic of fantasies. The perfect golden boy, the "Abercrombie & Fitch" boy. The one who recites poetry to her underneath a moonlit, star-filled sky. There was an opening in the canopy of trees where we could see the brilliant moon. And stars. Hundreds of them. He took my hand. He held it strongly—with commitment. We lay there silently for a long while until he spoke.Fuck curfew. What curfew. Is this even a school? The romance in this book is so incredibly unrealistic. It truly is insta-love. They fall for each other within 10% of the book. The Big L word is said before 33% of the book is through. The hearts go pitter and patter, but true to the art theme in this book, it has to sound good in an artistic manner. I was dying inside. Brain exploding like a Pollock. Heart melting like one of Dalí’s clocks.Malcolm is completely unrealistic. he is too perfect to be true. He cries. And he cried. He didn’t have that embarrassed look guys usually have when they cry, like the way my dad had struggled against his tears. Malcolm let go, without shame.Repeatedly. Unashamedly. I'm not saying that men can't cry, I'm saying that Malcolm's image in this book is too romanticized, too idealistic to be realistic. Malcolm talks to his dead lover's ghost. He speaks words right out of the scripts of a chick-flick romance. “You know what I wish?” he asked.The romance is completely, utterly ludicrous. As is the entirety of this book. ...more |
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[image] There is so much going on in this book. You have your main cast of leading Shakespearean characters (Hamlet, Juliet, Romeo to name a few), thro [image] There is so much going on in this book. You have your main cast of leading Shakespearean characters (Hamlet, Juliet, Romeo to name a few), throw them into a bizarre underworld filled with Norse mythology, Greek mythology, and elements of Celtic mythology and Jewish mythology and what you have is a mess. But it's a really interesting mess. Valkyries, Frost Giants, Fire Giants, the Washerwoman, the Norns, Fenrir, the Sirens, berserkers, shades. You name it, you've got it. This book also takes a liberal interpretation with its Shakespearean characters, too. This is not to say that the characters were horrible, they're not: but neither do they feel authentic. It takes Romeo's worst qualities and amplifies them, his anger, his impetuousness are amped up to the nth degree. I absolutely loved the character of Juliet in this book...the problem is that she's not Juliet. She is a Shakespearean heroine who all of a sudden becomes a sword-wielding, kick-assing character out of fucking nowhere. Juliet's got spunk. I loved her character in this book, but she is just not William Shakespeare's Juliet! This was truly not a terrible book by any means. It doesn't have a single one of the tropes that I hate so much in YA fiction, and it is light on the romance. Hell, despite my fear at some points that there would be a little hmm-hmm going on between Juliet and Hamlet, there was no love triangle at all. So why did I give it a 2? Simple. The book itself was just way, way too ambitious. It is a very, very interesting premise---but it ultimately lost its focus on the main plot. This book far overreached itself. The Summary: It is days after Juliet's death. Romeo is sick, ill from the poison he has ingested. Furthermore, he is sick in spirit. He is heartbroken. His beloved wife, Juliet, is dead, and he will do nothing to get her back. Romeo consults a witch, a Strega. She tells him that Juliet is stuck in hell. Her soul is in torment. His Juliet stood before him, or at least, the shape of her, frozen in blood, monochromatic crimson, but unmistakably her. Thick chains bound her across neck and waist; manacles clasped her wrists. Her eyes were the worst of all, open, bloody, blank and unseeing, yet somehow still accusing.Romeo is desperate to rescue her. The witch tells him that the person he seeks is in the North. She gives him a cryptic clue: “You must go north. You will find the man who can help you there.”The man Romeo seeks is Hamlet. Hamlet sits in a pub in Denmark. He is drowning his sorrows the best way he knows how: by drinking himself silly. His mother is getting married to his uncle the day after tomorrow, and he knows that his father has been murdered. His father's ghost has come back to talk to him, the late King Hamlet warned his son of his uncle's treachery, and tasks Hamlet with the charge of protecting the corpseway. What is the corpseway? It is a passage into the underworld. ...the unearthly portal that divided the realm of the living and the dead.Against all odds, Romeo finds Hamlet. They don't exactly get along at first. Romeo is distrustful of this drunken prince. Hamlet suspects Romeo of being in league with his uncle---who else knows that his father has been murdered. Finally, they overcome their differences: together, Hamlet and Romeo descend into the corpseway, down into the Underworld. What they find there isn't exactly Hell. It is the Underworld, only not the Underworld they imagined. It is Valhalla. It is Sheol, it is Hades, among others. There, they find lost souls, creatures from many mythologies, bizarre monsters---and Juliet. And this is where the book lost me. I wish I could tell you that there was a point to this book that I could put together to tell you in one sentence to end my "summary" section. I can't. It is just a journey through the underworld. It is action-filled, it is pretty interesting at times, but it was just completely pointless; the point is to rescue Juliet...but this book seems to be an exercise of in aimless extravagance because there is so much going on without a visible purpose. The Plot: Filled with holes. There are so many unanswered questions. For example, just from the beginning of the book... - How the FUCK did Romeo and Friar Laurence travel all the way from Verona to Denmark? - How in all the living hell did Romeo find out about Hamlet in the first place? Verona is a long fucking way from Denmark. - How the fuck do they communicate so well? Romeo only speaks Italian. Hamlet learned Italian at University, but as I very well know, it is one thing to learn a language, it is an entirely different thing to SPEAK it. They communicate flawlessly. I don't believe it. [image] Deus ex fucking machina : There is so much of this going on in this book. Whenever something inconvenient happens that places them in danger, they get through it just by sheer fucking luck. Romeo about to die? OH NO PROBLEM, THE MONSTERS ABOUT TO KILL HIM WAS JUST AN ILLUSION! But they were gone, the hillside, too. Romeo found himself in a strange, barren wasteland.HAMLET'S ABOUT TO DIE! LET'S END THE CLAPTER ON A CLIFFHANGER. He plunged into the spectral river on the maggot’s back, and when it surfaced, screaming its rage from its horrible, rotting mouth, he saw through the portal.A chapter later, oh, why there he is, reappearing out of thin air. “It’s me.”All safe and sound with no explanation whatsoever. HOW THE FUCK?! The three of them get separated. Despite the vastness of the multi-tiered Underworld, they always manage to find each other again. They go from one version of an Underworld to the next, from Valhalla to Sheol to Hades, with pretty much the snap of a finger. There is no transition, there is no subtlety. Romeo: This book utilizes Romeo's worst qualities: his grand, romantic gestures, his impetuousness, his youth, his anger. Romeo is SO angry throughout the book. Despite his need for Hamlet's aid, he keeps snapping at him. He keeps blaming him for dragging Hamlet into the mess that Romeo wanted to go into in the first place. “I don’t care!” Romeo could not hold back his anger any longer. “You’re mad, and I’m a fool for letting you lead me here.”Romeo is bitter, he is self-pitying, he is a whiny git, and I wanted to punch his lights out. Hamlet feels much the same way. Hamlet groaned. “Oh, stop pitying yourself. You were desperate and unhappy at home, you’re desperate and unhappy now. Nothing has changed, except that now we’re closer to your goal.”He never, ever stops fucking whining. Hamlet isn't my favorite character in the world, but he has my compassion, because he actually tells Romeo to, well, shut the fuck up and grow some balls. “Have you listened to a word you’ve said? You’re miserable without your true love, and you’ve come here to find her. You are closer to rescuing a loved one from death than any man has ever been, and now all you’re doing is complaining.”Hamlet: Well, to be fair, Hamlet is kind of intolerable sometimes. He is by far the most level-headed of the two, but he has a few inappropriately snarky moments where he could be a leeeeeeeettle more sensitive to poor Romeo. They're plunged from the normal world into Valhalla, they're about to get stabbed by a Frost Giant. Naturally, it's neither a good place nor time to make light of things. “I thought you said it wasn’t terrifying!” Romeo shouted, his eyes wide with fear.Yeah, I'd say so! Hamlet is rather nonchalant about things. He is TOO chill sometimes. Like stepping through a portal to the world of the dead is nothing at all. It's just the Underworld, maaaaaaan. “I don’t know. I never stepped completely through the corpseway.” Hamlet’s thought trailed off as he moved through the light, sliding his feet cautiously along the floor. “Seems safe enough. Come on.”Oh, it SEEMS safe enough. Well, that's just fucking dandy now. Oh, and HOW do you know that the corpseway is safe for humans to travel through, Hamlet? “I stuck my head in,” Hamlet argued. “It came out again. And my father’s ghost was able to traverse the corpseway. I see no reason that it might not work exactly as I’ve described.”That makes perfect sense. [image] Juliet: My favorite character in the book---and the most inconsistently portrayed. This Juliet is NOTHING like Shakespeare's Juliet. Somehow...this: [image] Turned into...well...this: [image] Don't get me wrong, Juliet is pretty kick-ass. She confronts Hamlet and Romeo with the cold, hard fafcts of their idocy in their knight-who-say-NI quest to rescue her. “Was there no way to find out, before you did this to me?” Juliet asked, her large brown eyes full of hurt. “The two of you never thought that a bit more preparation might have been required before tampering with the forces of life and death?”She can wield a sword, but HOW THE FUCK? Juliet proved tireless with her blade, to Hamlet’s surprise and delight. He could not imagine the ladies of his uncle’s court taking such bloodthirsty delight in defeating monsters.Well, that's just awesome, but HOW?! How the fuck did Juliet learn to wield a sword so capably? She has not been fighting in the underworld, she has been a prisoner, chained, suffering from partial amnesia. In life, she was a pampered, loved noblewoman. How the FUCK did she get so competent? But Romeo had seen this fire in her from the very instant they’d met, though it had been only a small spark then. Set among the tinder of conflict, she was now ablaze.I love Juliet in this book, I really do, but this is not Juliet! The Setting: [image] Well, not really. Cause we're in Valhalla. We go into the Afterjord. We meet the Valkyries. We meet Berserkers, Frost Giants, Lava Giants. Fenrir, Odin's ravens (who are really cute). There are the Nordic Norns (the Fates). And then we meet the Irish Washerwoman, who launders the clothes of the people who died. And then we're in Sheol, with the Shades. And then we're in some Greek mythology, with pretty pretty sirens. Then we're in some hall with maggot men. Some of the monsters are pretty gruesome, and awesomely so. The cloth fell away from the thing’s face, revealing no eyes, no nose, just the sightless, round countenance of a maggot and a circular mouth full of teeth in endless rings.But it's just way, way too fucking much because as entertaining as it is, the plot is completely lost in it. The Romance: No love triangle, thankfully. I found the romance to be completely acceptable here, although I did disagree with the portrayal of Ophelia (a character who barely appears) as a marriage-mad chick. I was afraid that there would be a love triangle... Something in Juliet’s voice bothered Romeo. There was a smirk to her tone that was too comfortable with the prince. She spoke the way she had spoken to Romeo that night at her father’s party.But thankfully, this book was without. Overall: a solid, entertaining book that just completely fell short on the plot. ...more |
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I really, really fucking hate it when a character in a book refers to a character in another book and exclaims "She's just like me!" No, beeyotch, you
I really, really fucking hate it when a character in a book refers to a character in another book and exclaims "She's just like me!" No, beeyotch, you are not Elizabeth Bennet *snaps fingers*. No, you are not Juliet. Do you even realize how stupidly the characters in Romeo & Juliet behaved? Nuh uh. Don't you dare make that claim. Therefore, it is with the greatest amount of shame and hypocritical horror when I found myself laughing as I read this book, "MEDA IS JUST LIKE ME." I don't know how Ms. Eliza Crewe managed to capture my personality so well without ever having known me, without having met me, without knowing of my existence in any conceivable way, but bravo, Ms. Crewe, BRAVO. Fine. There are some discrepancies between us, ok? I can't fight, and I'm more inclined to run (seriously, I am a fast little mofo), and I used to sleep with the blankets tucked up all around me, particularly around my feet so that monsters wouldn't eat my toes while I cowered in bed. And Meda, while fantastically snarky sometimes, never has a profanity-laden vocabulary. But it's all good. Meda is a teenager! I was a squeaky clean teenager once. But I can see the potential in Meda as she grows up to be more like me. Ah, Meda, my dear. You have much to learn as you grow into your twenties. Your mind and mouth will no longer censor itself, and Meda, my love...the fucks will fly. ^________^ I should probably go back to the actual review and talk about stuff that's relevant to this book. I will try to tone down my narcissism meanwhile... In short: Interesting (though imperfect) plot. Likeable main character. Above all else: the characters are fantastically conceptualized, the dynamics within the group are absolutely brilliant. Summary: Meda Melange isn't exactly human. She knows she's half human...but the other half certainly ain't anything remotely angelic. Why? Um, one clue may be the fact that SHE EATS SOULS. Here's where Meda and I differ: I crave chocolate, Meda craves souls. She's not all bad, though, she only munches on a soul every, say, month or so. Me, on the other hand *snorts*. Meda is pretty much indestructible to the average human. Her skin is like fucking steel. She almost cannot be hurt. Until she runs into a group of demons and realizes that...well, fuck, she's not so indestructible after all. Well, shit happens, and Meda lucked out and gets her ass saved (and eats a huge dose of humble pie in the process) by a group of Crusaders. No, not the ones in the 12th century who traipse to the Holy Land. These are oh-so-righteous people whose destiny is to protect humans with special destinies who will make a contribution to mankind called Beacons. They think Meda is a Beacon. Meda doesn't want to die. Meda lies her ass off. She pretends to be a Beacon in order to: 1. Infiltrate the Crusaders and figure out their super special secrets! 2. Survive (she did almost get her ass handed to her, after all, girl's gotta live) One thing leads to another, and Meda and her very disorganized group of Crusaders find themselves on the run from a bunch of bloodthirsty demons who wants Meda's ass handed to them on a silver platter. Meda seriously lucked out, because these Crusaders are good-hearted and are so convinced that she is a Beacon that they will risk their life to save her. Meda also slowly uncovers the truth about her past. There are secrets! Lies! A sexy half-demon in a dungeon! (Another way Meda and I differ, she ignores him, whereas I would have kept him imprisoned in my bedroom. It's understandable, though, Meda's not even legal yet.) Needless to say: this book is a lot of action, and a lot of fun. The Characters: The best thing about this book. Meda Melange is one of the funniest, most kick-ass character in YA paranormal that I have read in a long time. She is truly kick-ass. She can FIGHT, man. If Rose Hathaway and Charley Davidson were to have a daughter together, I like to think she would turn out to be just like Meda. Let's just conveniently ignore the fact that two females cannot have a child containing both their DNA. Because, as we all know, scientific facts have no place in YA literature. As a Soul Eater, Meda has twice the kick-assing potential of Rose Hathaway, and half of Charley Davidson's snark (and for many people, that's a good thing. Charley can be way too much sometimes.) Not everyone likes me. Not everyone likes my sense of humor, my snarkiness, my personality. That's fine. As such, not everyone will like Meda. There is a fine, fine line between humor and bitchiness, and as it turns out, Meda is a character I can relate to, a character I understand, a character whose personality I love. If you don't like her, if you hate her, if she grates on your nerves, it is completely within reason and I will not judge you for it. Meda has a hilarious inner monologue. The first few chapters are particularly brilliant examples of it. We get to see her bad-assedness firsthand as she ruthlessly kills a murderer and eats his soul. Truthfully, I would have liked to see her fight more instead of suppressing her inner demon and pretending to be a normal human girl. We get to see her internal weakness and her guilt at what she's done. We get to see her use her feminine charms and tears (she is not beyond fake-crying if it gets her out of a tough spot) to manipulate a very naive, starry-eyed Crusader boy: I consider the many tools at my disposal, eyeing his large blood-splattered frame, and settle on my weapon of choice – one so infrequently used I need to dust it off first.*snickers* Meda uses whatever she needs to lie, trick her way into the group to earn their trust. It doesn't always work---particularly when there's a fellow bad-assed girl in the Crusader group who's just not into her crap. Cue innocence! My sweet lashes flutter against my helpless cheeks, my useless hands wring the edge of my guiltless, blood-soaked nightgown. My lovely lips quiver over my pearly white teeth.Meda is not perfect. She feels guilt. She makes some discovery that blows her world apart. Her trust has been betrayed, her life has been a lie. She has to come to terms with that, as well as her own dark nature. She kills out of necessity, but she hates herself for it, when her base nature isn't rejoicing in the darkness. I’m ashamed of my wickedness – when I’m not reveling in it.Certain books completely ignore the side characters: this book does not. The side characters---namely, Jo, Chi (Malachi), and Uri, are all equally well drawn. The dynamics of their relationship are spectacular. Jo and Meda, and Jo and Chi in particular. Jo and Meda do not start off well. Jo is a really, really tough kick-ass girl. She is truly a match for Meda---except for the fact that she has lost one leg in a fight years ago. Meda and Jo start off on the wrong foot (no pun intended, I swear on my grandmother's grave, I would not be so callous D:). They distrust each other, Jo knows Meda isn't who she seems, she knows Meda's just putting on an act of innocence. In turn, Meda looks down on Jo, calls her a "gimp," because of her disability, and hates her tough-girl personality. Slowly, they learn to trust each other, they learn that each has her strengths and her underlying weakness, they come to trust each other, they develop an odd sort of friendship. The developing relationship between Meda and Jo is a beautifully written one. Jo is such a complex character, she hates herself, she hates her disability, she hates her helplessness. “I just get so mad sometimes. I’m never going to be a Crusader, never get married, never do anything. But who do I get to be angry at? The demons? They’re constantly trying to destroy mankind and, if at all possible, Heaven too. There’s enough reasons to be angry at them – my leg’s superfluous. The other students, the Crusaders for how they treat me? They’re not trying to be cruel, I am damaged. They’re so very kind, so full of pity. I’d rather they hate me than feel sorry for me.”Meda never sees Jo as helpless, and Jo appreciates her for that. Their friendship builds on top of that. Jo and Chi...wow. They were best friends, until the incident where Jo lost her leg. Chi feels guilty, and they both pull away from each other. “You don’t deserve to be a Crusader – and it isn’t because you don’t have the legs, but because you don’t have the heart.”Their hurt, their anger, their tense relationship is so intensely well done. The Romance: Um, what romance? Throw away your expectations of romance, of love. There's no insta-love, there's no love triangle, there's none of that shit here. Can I get a "Fuck yeah?" FUCK YEAH. The new attendee, a man, crouches in the doorway. Well, not really a man, a human teenager. One of God’s most misbegotten creatures – big like grown-ups and yet dumb like children. Selfish, moody, reckless, with a tendency to sleep too much and complain too often.This book is tremendously fun. It is not without its faults. There are elements in the book that I tend to frown upon (death of a parent, a special destiny), etc., but it is also wholly original in other. It takes quite a few YA tropes and throws it out the window to a bloody death, and I found it absolutely admirable. The book is action-driven, plot-driven. I would have liked this book to be less fast-paced. It felt like some scenes were glossed over far too fast, and I would have liked to know more about Meda's past. Not a perfect book, but still quite enjoyable. Because Meda is the main character. And Meda is so me, man! ...more |
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Let's be honest, nobody dives into a book by the name of Marie Antoinette, Serial Killer expecting a masterpiece. I didn't expect much, and I was let
Let's be honest, nobody dives into a book by the name of Marie Antoinette, Serial Killer expecting a masterpiece. I didn't expect much, and I was let down anyway. Even for purely entertainment purposes, it still failed. The mystery is laughable, the character is a (Speshul) Mean Girl wannabe, and the attempts at character development are completely artificial and forced. For a book with such a silly premise, it failed to elicit even a smile from me. The entire book was absurd. Our initial meeting with Colette gave me a (bad) lasting impression of Colette that never entirely went away. The spoiled, entitled, selfish Colette is bemoaning the loss of her family's money, her parents' oh-so-selfish divorce, and her annoying little brother's mere presence. She is now in relatively abject "poverty," meaning her mother has to actually get a job working shitty shifts at the perfume department at Macy's, and she is now a scholarship student at her prestigious all-girls' Catholic school, where Colette has been hiding her newly-poor status and still trying to maintain the façade within her Mean Girls clique. But wait, there is one bright point in her *sigh* wretched existence! Colette is going to Paris, France! Before going, she browses through an old family suitcase and finds this awesome medallion with an engraved key, which will TOTALLY go with her new vintage Parisian trip wardrobe. That's right, her mother has been scrimping and saving every penny so that her ungrateful daughter can have her much-longed for Paris school trip. Oh, and Colette is going to abandon her mother to go live with her father in fa-bu-lous New York this summer (instead of shitty Ohio), but she'll tell her mother that little detail later, after she gets back from Paris. In Paris, a crime spree has been taking place. Beautiful, glamorous (but really despicable, I honestly don't blame Marie Antoinette one bit) people have been dying left and right. Cause of death? Decapitation. The descriptions of the deaths (which are not at all gruesome, not at all violent) are interspersed through the descriptions of Colette's beautiful trip to Paris, where she has been eating delicious French pastries, visiting the Louvre, hanging out with a hot university student tour guide, and keeping up the pretense with her rich-as-bitches girlfriends. She uncovers a family mystery, and must solve the key to the murder (hint hint!!!!). And who will unlock her heart? It is the boy-next door guide Jules Martin (Pronounced Zhool Mar-tahn!), or the strikingly gorgeous, fabulously feline...Armand! He was strikingly, mythically gorgeous, like a lion that had been turned into a human. He had sparkling golden eyes and waves of honey-colored hair.Like, rawr! Giggles! Whoops, looks like we have a potential love triangle here! The Good The plot and eventual investigation into the murders is utterly laughable, and secondary to the beautiful Parisian scenery, complete with visits to the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Chateau Versailles. The setting of Paris itself doesn't feel so much like Paris as a foreigner's idealization of it. Everything is beautiful, spectacular, and so French! Well, we are in France, after all. Everything is adorable, quaint, right out of a traveler's guide. It is pretty. It doesn't feel real. Even the small family dinner hosted by Jules feels too idealized, too perfect to ring true. Don't get me wrong, it's very pretty. It's very romanticized. But it doesn't bring the setting to life because nothing feels real. The setting could have come straight out of a Rick Steves' guide to Paris. The Bad The French...my French is not perfect, but the insertion of French phrases in this book is so ridiculously elementary. It could have come straight out of my French 101 textbook. “Je te supplie,” Monique blubbered. “Je te supplie, Rochelle!”The mystery is laughable, how it is investigated completely violates the border of credibility. I'm not talking about the fact that Marie Antoinette couldn't possibly have been a serial killer, because, well, no shit, Sherlock. I'm not talking about that kind of credibility. I'm talking about how a teenager in a foreign land can wander around without supervision, whose weary teacher pretty much lets her do whatever she freaking pleases. The plot itself is so secondary to the romance and Colette's desperate desire to keep up appearances. The supernatural elements in this book are completely without tension, completely without intrigue. I expect ludicrousness of a book in this nature, but if you're going to make it a murder mystery, fucking do it right. The Ugly One word: Colette. Man, what a bitch. I completely hated Colette. She doesn't know what she wants to be, and honestly, her character feels like the author wrote in a Mean Girl character, but decided to randomly insert a few redeeming character traits to make her more human and relatable, such as having her be in the Academic Games at one point in her life. It doesn't work. Colette is wishy washy. She's a total jerk to her well-meaning and eager-to-please mom, to her weary and sick-of-her-bullshit little brother, to one of the nicer girls on the trip, Audrey (a black girl whose Afro, according to Colette, looks like a 7-year olds'). Colette hangs with two Mean Girls (one is nicer than the other) who are completely lacking in any dimension. Her clique exists solely to make Colette look good in comparison, and it works, to an extent. Hannah is probably even worse than Colette, if that's humanly possible; she is a size-zero, beautiful, rich, spoiled girl who is manipulative to the nth degree, and has had everything in her life handed to her on a silver platter. Pilar is the prerequisite tagger-on, the doormat friend, the DUFF. She is the daughter of a has-been Latino pop star, who struggles with her weight and is forever a Size 10 and has a tendency to stress eat (Hint: she hangs out with Hannah. There's a reason why the scales don't budge). There's a lot of weight shaming in this book, coming from Hannah. Hell, I felt bad about myself and I'm nowhere near fat. Poor Pilar. Colette is pretty despicable. There's an attempt at humanizing her in the second half of the novel, which comes on far too quickly to be a believable part of character development. And let's not mention her completely pathetic effort at “The reason I came here …” I took a deep breath. “I have an idea. You know how I said we weren’t really friends? Well, what if we were friends? If you come hang out with me for a while, maybe we can, like, bond. And then when we get back home, I’ll totally be your friend."*standing ovation* Suck it, Colette. ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5 Her aim was so true that each bolt was hit and turned into a boiled beet that exploded all over the cousins. Red pulp splatted inActual rating: 3.5 Her aim was so true that each bolt was hit and turned into a boiled beet that exploded all over the cousins. Red pulp splatted into their faces, hung from their hair, and stained their dresses. The other girls couldn’t help but laugh.My gosh, they don't come much sweeter or cozier than this book. If you like your Regency-era light romance seasoned with a dash of witchcraft and mystery, with a delightful trio of female friendship, this will definitely do the trick. [image] I know I have a reputation of being a reader who critically eviscerate books, I kick babies and I punt puppies and all, but man, this book turned me into a warm, mushy mess. IT WAS ADORABLE!!! ADORABLE!!!!! Regency balls and tea parties and witches and shopping and spells and cute footmen and ghosts and a magical boarding school and secret wizarding orders and goblin markets and a dullahan! A DULLAHAN! You don't see that every day. Granted, he only appears a brief moment, but I love the dullahan and so rarely do I see one in literature that I feel the need to squee. I squee'd a lot in this book. A man cantered down the middle of the street on a giant black horse, holding his own head under his arm. The eyes were staring balefully. His cloak billowed from his shoulders and the stump of a neck shadowed the collar of an old-fashioned frock coat. A whip hung from his belt, knotted and white, and made from a length of human spine. More bones were knotted into the horse’s mane.Rest assured, I have my criticisms, but there is nothing that I hated about this book. My Main Criticism: The plot & pacing. This book is far, far too long. For the first 30% of the book, I wasn't sure where the plot was headed, because we were in one place, then another, then another. Then there were all the different characters whom I had to learn. I had to keep track of who was Emma, who was Gretchen, who was Penelope. I had to know their lives, I had to learn their personality, it was hard not to get lost. And there were so many additional characters besides the 3 cousins. There's Cormac, Moira, Daphne, Margaret...etc. My head spun with the effort of keeping track of all of them. The plot is often sprinkled with some very charming segments on attending balls, going shopping, casting some love spells, etc. that unnecessarily elongated the book and didn't add much to the plot at all. But man, overall this book was too adorable for me to complain much about it. The book may be very long and unnecessary in parts, but it was never a pain to read. If you wanted danger, honestly, there's not a lot to be found here. I said this book is cute, and it truly is, but the point is that everything is so sweet that while there is a lot of action, a lot of excitement, I just couldn't feel any danger in this book. And that's not a bad thing at all, sometimes you just need a light, fresh read, and this book definitely does the trick. The summary: It is 1814, Regency Britain. Lady Emma is at a ball, along with her cousins, Lady Gretchen, and Penelope. All is well as it can be at a Regency ball, namely saying that Emma is bored out of her mind, until a bloody girl stumbles in from a garden. Sadly, the bloody girl is by no means the strangest thing to happen at that party. There's a fire, there is a torrent of rain that's not so much a gentle sprinkle British downpour as it is someone dumping a massive bucket of water all over them. The sky opened overhead like a broken water jug. Rain pattered over the roof, soaked their dresses and tangled their hair like seaweed. In moments, the gardens were a maze of ruined silk, mud, and slippery stone. A balding duke slid on his perfectly polished shoes right past them and into a hedge. A dowager who usually limped on a diamond-studded cane gathered up her hem and darted over the lawn, her wrinkled knees bare.Needless to say, that was a fucking awesome ball, man! Sadly, that was just the beginning. That dratted perfume bottle actually released the Greymalkin witches---a deadly trio of sisters---into the world. Emma, Penelope, and Gretchen are literally forced down a dark hole in the ground, where they not only get way too close to each other for comfort... “Ooof,” Emma wheezed. “Someone’s elbow is taking liberties.”Before they know it, the cousins are plopped into a goblin market, one of them is kidnapped (and forced to walk the plank!). And finally...they end up in the dreaded....finishing school? But not just any finishing school! “I’m the headmistress here. Welcome to the Rowanstone Academy for Young Ladies.”The cousins learn magic, navigate the treacherous waters of their Season (those pesky boys trying to glare down their gowns are in for a surprise). There are a multitude of problems to be examined and solved, among them... Four: her father was no help at all.Not to mention the mystery of the murdered girls. This ain't your ordinary Season. Did I say this book is cute? IT IS CUTE! The Characters & Their Friendship: So many books these days have female characters who are completely snide and bitchy to others girls. This book is not one of them. There is a wonderfully sweet friendship between the three cousins. Emma, Gretchen, and Penelope love each other, they get along with each other, however different their personalities. “I wonder where the library is,” Gretchen said.Emma is the main character, the main narrator, and I found her to be a delight. She is not perfectly smart, she loses her focus, she slaps herself when she finds herself thinking of something stupid, and I love her for it. She may be a lady, but she is a strong one; Emma has a considerable amount of inner strength. “I wonder where the library is,” Gretchen said.There is not a lot of complexity to their characters, but they are individually charming. Even the side female characters are not stereotypical snippy bitch tropes, the "mean girls" have a different, caring side to them, too. The Romance: Blissfully free of insta-love, love triangles, or douchebags. One of the main love interest can be a jerk initially, of the "I WILL HIDE ALL RELEVANT KNOWLEDGE FROM YOU" sort, but he is never, ever abusive. He is never, ever cruel, he never mocks her, and he turns out to be pretty charming and humorous outside of his ironclad visage once we get to know him. “Shouldn’t you at least be clutching me out of fear?”Chaming. Sweet. Adorable. Completely cute and inoffensive in every way. Recommended. ...more |
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| It seemed to me that in this confluence of cultures, we had acquired one another’s superstitions without necessarily any of their comforts. It seemed to me that in this confluence of cultures, we had acquired one another’s superstitions without necessarily any of their comforts.The star of this book is not Li Lan. It is not her book; the focal point is not the very mild romance, it is not the mystery. The overwhelming show-stealer is the setting, the background, the history, the superstition and traditional beliefs of turn-of-the-century Malaya. I am Asian myself and I maintain my love of Asian culture despite having immigrated to the United States. I know a lot about the region and its history; for me, this book feels like going home. It is my equivalent of chicken soup (or rather, in the context of the book, herbal "chicken soup and cordyceps for stamina"). The setting is spectacularly beautiful, and so achingly familiar. This is Malaya, or as we know it now, Malaysia. The port city is Malacca. The year is 1893. The history of the area is so interesting, and is the very definition of intermingling. I loved the amalgamation of cultures, of beliefs, of nationalities. The vivid setting and the descriptions of the setting and atmosphere are nothing short of spectacular. Every aspect of life in Malaya is cultivated from a mixture of the numerous cultures that form the heterogeneous society of this vibrant port city. Women's clothing vary from the Chinese cheong sam to the lower-class sam foo, to traditional Chinese formal wear, to the Indonesian baju panjang and kebaya. The food are mouth-wateringly portrayed, from a different mix of nationalities and their respective cooking traditions, and there are so many instances of it! Even if you do not start out hungry, you will end up starving by the time you finish this book. They had all my favorite kinds of kuih—the soft steamed nyonya cakes made of glutinous rice flour stuffed with palm sugar or shredded coconut. There were delicate rolled biscuits called love letters and pineapple tarts pressed out of rich pastry. Bowls of toasted watermelon seeds were passed around, along with fanned slices of mango and papaya.The author is of Malaysian descent, and her portrayal of the country shows her in-depth knowledge of Malaysia and its wonderfully rich history. It also shows clearly and understandably, her love for it. I also grew to love the setting and the country as if it were my own. It is beautifully portrayed, with tremendous respect for all the cultures and social classes represented. For me, the true star of the book is its setting, both of it. The real world, and the ghostly one. The superstitions, myths, legends, all are wonderfully told and portrayed. I had seen some of the painted hell scrolls that depicted the gruesome fates awaiting sinners. There were people being boiled in oil or sawed in half by horse and ox-headed demons. Others were forced to climb mountains of knives or were pounded into powder by enormous mallets. Gossips had their tongues ripped out, hypocrites and tomb robbers were disemboweled. Unfilial children were frozen in ice. The worst was the lake of blood into which suicides and women who had died in childbirth or aborted their children were consigned.I was utterly immersed and fascinated by the setting, and it feels so satisfying to read about something about which I'm familiar. This book would be even more fascinating to someone without a deep understanding of the culture. There is so much to be learned, so much to be gleaned from within this beautifully written book. Li Lan is a beautiful 17 year old girl, hidden away during the most important years of her life. As a young woman of the upper class, from a good, old family, Li Lan should be out socializing and being seen and known by the other well-known "good" Chinese families in the area. Instead, she is languishing away in her family's grand, ancient, crumbling mansion, with a mentally absent, opium-addicted, wasted shadow of a father and only her loving, ancient Amah for company. It is a life of genteel poverty, and one from which Li Lan is not likely to escape anytime soon. My father’s withdrawal from the world meant that he had sought out no friends with sons and had arranged no match for me. For the first time I began to fully comprehend why Amah was continually angry with him on this subject. The contrast between the realization of his neglect and the fondness I had for my father was painful. I had few marriage prospects, and would be doomed to the half-life of spinsterhood. Without a husband, I would sink further into genteel poverty, bereft of even the comfort and respect of being a mother.Her father is not a despicable character, despite his faults. Formerly a wealthy merchant and a scholar, he now isolates himself from the world with the help of the opium pipe. Li Lan's father's story is a sad one, and even though he truly is a negligent father, I cannot despise him as a character. I find him tragic, but never reprehensible. One day, Li Lan's father casually mentions that the very wealthy Lim family is interested in Li Lan as a potential bride for their son. There's just one caveat. The son is dead. Li Lan would be his ghost bride: wedded to his spirit though he is dead and she very much living. ...my father said, “What, you don’t want to be a widow at almost eighteen? Spend your life in the Lim mansion wearing silk? But you probably wouldn’t be allowed any bright colors.” He broke into his melancholy smile. “Of course I didn’t accept. How would I dare? Though if you didn’t care for love or children, it might not be so bad. You would be housed and clothed all the days of your life.”Her father never pressures her into this decision. He knows his faults, he regrets it, but like an addict, he cannot change his ways. Regardless, he still loves his daughter, he respects her decision...his daughter is a constant reminder to him of his much-beloved wife, whom he has long lost. Li Lan gets invited to the Lim household, and sees the tempting glimpse of the lifestyle that she could have. She also sees and falls in love with someone whom she cannot have: the heir-to-be, the cousin of the deceased, Tian Bai. The more we find out about Tian Bai and Li Lan, the more tragic Li Lan's situation becomes. There is such terrible irony in the situation. More troublesome than the man Li Lan cannot have, is the dead man who wants her. Li Lan is haunted by the spirit of Tian Ching, her proposed ghost husband. He is a bumbling figure who becomes chillingly sadistic in how he comes to haunt Li Lan every night. I absolutely loved Li Lan's nightmares, and how they slowly come to overshadow Li Lan's life. The dreams are gorgeously portrayed, they felt more realistic to me than many of the dreams about which I've read in other books; they feel like dreams I've had, nightmares I've had that have scared me. They are just detailed enough and vague enough for me to feel, as a reader, that they could be real. I felt Li Lan's terror as Tian Chiang becomes a darker character, childlike in his aggression, in his singleminded attitude of wanting what he cannot have. Despite my terror, I felt a slow burning in my stomach. Why should I be married to this autocratic buffoon, alive or dead?His threats are not empty promises. Tian Chiang's influence seemingly reaches beyond the afterlife and Li Lan's dreams. He torments and terrorizes her to such an extent that her spirit dissipates...she is turned into a shadow, a living ghost. Forced into the parallel ghostly underworld, Li Lan has to solve a number of mysteries and make some questionable alliances in order to return to the world of the living. Here is where the book weakens. There is just so much going on within it. The plot moves along at a slow pace, a reasonable one, but there are so many mysteries and so many plot lines that it is difficult for me to keep things straight. For example, in the living world, we have: the mystery of Tian Chiang's death, the mystery surrounding Tian Bai, Li Lan's illness and its relation to the haunting, her father's secrecy, the mysterious behaviors of the people in the Lim family, the mysterious character that she encounters at the medium. In the underworld, we have still more mysteries, still more secret plots, still more family mysteries to be untangled. There are ghosts, demons, long-dead relatives, officials of the Courts of Hell, the mystery of bribery and the border officials. And that's not to mention where things intersect. Oy vey! There is a lot of plot going on here, and it oftentimes made my head spin. It was also really confusing in some parts, largely because so much of the book is based in a ghostly parallel world and within dreams. At times, it was hard for me to tell what is actually real, and what is taking place within a dream---which is also real, but just...in a dream. Confusing, yes. Some parts of the book seemed largely extraneous, some people and certain interactions did not contribute much to the plot movement, and it bored me at some points. The characters are very much present, and not unlikeable, but largely lacking in color and in life compared to the setting itself. Li Lan is a sympathetic character, and very much likeable; she is very sheltered, very innocent, but never acts stupid to the point where I was frustrated with her actions. I felt her frustrations at times, Malaya is not traditionally Chinese, and women are given a lot more freedom than those in mainland China. Despite the fact, Li Lan is still helpless and confined in so many ways, and I understood her frustration for the helplessness of her fate. What was happening out in the world of men? Had Tian Bai talked to his uncle again? What were we to do with our debts? How I wished I could go out and make inquiries by myself. If only I had a brother or a cousin to rely on. Despite the fact that my feet were not bound, I was confined to domestic quarters as though a rope tethered my ankle to our front door.Despite all this, I cannot really relate to her as a character, however sympathetic I am to her plight. She is a very small fish in a very large pond, and I can't help but feel that she lacks---life. No pun intended. The romance is very, very light here. However much she swoons over Tian Bai, it never feels like love. Tian Bai is a nice guy, he really is. He is, however, completely lacking in personality. I hate to say it, but he has no character that I can discern. He's the boy next door, who has yet to mature into someone interesting. Li Lan's love for him doesn't feel like love so much as a very sheltered schoolgirl's infatuation with the very first eligible boy she meets...and he truly is. It's not as if Li Lan has had a chance to interact with many guys before, really, none at all. Her obsession with him, her despair over their forbidden-love situation just makes me want to roll my eyes and scoff "Teenagers!" Warning: there is a love triangle within this book. It's wonderful! Spectacular! Nope. Please. You guys know me and my feelings about love triangles. It's forced, it feels unnatural, and it is so very predictable and strange, considering the situations in which Li Lan and the third wheel interact. From the very first moment Li Lan sets eyes on the mysterious stranger, I sighed to myself "Here we go again," and I was right. It wasn't really annoying, because the romance in this book is so light as to be almost nonexistent. As I said before, the star of the book is the setting, the romance and the characters are but the means to the end of the mystery. In summation: this is a beautifully written book, with a wonderfully built atmosphere, bogged down somewhat by rather bland side characters. The plot is interesting, but is too slow at times, and is rendered confusing by the inclusion of dream sequences. Still, it comes highly recommended by me for anyone seeking a fascinating read. It is certainly one of the best books I've read this year in terms of historical and cultural accuracy, and the pure beauty of the writing. ...more |
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Actual rating: 2.5 I have to admit, I had an ulterior motive in reading this book: I was hoping to get my fill of an awesome, kick-ass, take-no-prisone Actual rating: 2.5 I have to admit, I had an ulterior motive in reading this book: I was hoping to get my fill of an awesome, kick-ass, take-no-prisoner Asian heroine. That was what initially attracted me to this book. The cover. It's a pretty cover. The heroine is obviously Asian, and the instance I saw it, I quite literally squeaked for joy. It wasn't a kawaii sound, but I digress. Let's face it, multicultural characters in YA fiction...in Western fiction, period, is an absolute rarity. With the rare exception, when they do appear, they're often: a) stereotypically portrayed b) written using the knowledge gleaned from a Wikipedia article on anime c) tries too hard and end up tossing around often-used phrases and pop culture references in an effort to appeal to their audience (oppa!!! saranghaeyo!!1!) I am glad to say that none of the above problem exists in this book. This character may be Asian, but that isn't really integral to the plot. She's just Asian, like I happen to be female. Let's not make a big deal out of it. She was born and raised in England, so was her mother, and her race really isn't a major plot device at all. In fact, this book is pleasantly multicultural. The setting is the present-day UK, British slang and terminology is used, but it's not a barrier to comprehension. You don't need to have a genius-level IQ to eventually figure out what an "Oyster card" does or what a slang like "manky" means. Now, onto the bad. The book itself just isn't that great. The main character is uninteresting and contrary, the supporting characters are...shall we say...assholes? The romance was absolutely forced, and there is a decided lack of character development. The plot is pretty standard for an YA PNR. Girl sees ghost, girl chases ghost, girl is ostracized by peers, girl solves mystery of [fill in the blank here], girl falls in love with some asshat or another along the way. Taylor is half-Asian, she's been seeing ghosts and chasing down murderers and Marking them since she was 10. Her mom is dead (her family curse has this annoying quality of eventually killing off the affected family members or instilling them into a mental institution at a young age), her father thinks she's insane like her mother, and has a disease that gives her the Mark on her skin, and is feverishly hunting down the cure. Due to her abnormality of seeing ghosts and the Mark on her skin, as well as the ability of transferring the Mark to whomever she touches, even if that person is not the actual murderer, Taylor is not the most popular character at school (understatement). She misses school a lot, due to her "work," and is subjected to a considerable amount of bullying by her peers. I felt so bad for Taylor initially. She's got a dad who thinks she's insane, and the amount of bullying by her former friends that she faces was painful to read. Especially when she's taunted with names like "Lucy Liu," "Godzilla," and "China." The first third of this book had me cringing and wanting to give Taylor a hug due to all the crap she's facing in her life. Aside from my sympathy with Taylor due to her curse, I didn't really find her a good character. Maybe it's due to her back-up wall of defense, but Taylor's prickliness really made her a hard character to love. I am tempted to label her TSTL, due to the situations that she sometimes put herself into, but I don't know if that's a correct label for her. It's due to this curse that she absolutely has to fulfill or die trying. Is it TSTL if she rushes headfirst into danger when trying to accomplish her mission and save her own life in the progress? Because if she doesn't transfer the Mark onto someone else (hopefully the true murderer), she will die of it herself. Now, the curse. It's a combination of family history + some conjured up version of King Tut's curse. Two hundred years ago, an ancestor of the Oh family went on a The victim, Justin, is a real freaking winner. He is one of Taylor's former friends turned enemies, and he is among the ones who bullied her and made her life so miserable. I had zero sympathy for him initially and his reaction to his own death combined with his reluctance to assist Taylor with finding his murderer so that she can save both their asses does not endear him to me any further. That's among the reasons why the romance between them felt so ridiculously forced. The mystery in this book didn't really ring true to me, and the major plot twist in this book just left me flabbergasted...not in a good way. It felt like the book took a completely different turn from its initial plot. The mystery was not well-written and not well-explained, in my opinion; it just felt like things happened out of nowhere, with zero explanation, and Taylor's behavior during the latter third of the book was so contradictory with the prickly, survival-minded, purpose-driven girl we initially met. She didn't evolve as a character at all, nor did Justin. A boy who succumbs that easily to peer pressure is not worth it. He didn't change; it is a character defect to me that Taylor even thinks about him romantically. Justin is a tool and a fool. The book is readable, but the writing is not remarkable in its own merit, and there is no character development to speak of. The grand mystery of the Oh family is a far stretch of the imagination, and overall, this book just left me confused and cold. I received this book as an advanced review copy from Netgalley. ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5 There are tens of thousands of people, all around you, maybe hundreds of thousands, who at some point have experienced sometActual rating: 3.5 There are tens of thousands of people, all around you, maybe hundreds of thousands, who at some point have experienced something that they can’t explain. And these people are silent. They are ashamed. They are afraid. They are convinced that they are the only ones, and so they say nothing. That is the real reason the Pax Arcana is so powerful. Rationality is king, and your emperor isn’t wearing any clothes.This was a fast read, a well-explained but very traditional version of a paranormal world existing besides our own. The characters and their personalities are nothing complex, but the main character is funny and snarky without crossing the line into annoying territory, and his narrative voice made the book a lot of fun. This book doesn't break any mold, but it's still a good one. John Charming looks like your average bartender...until a statuesque blonde and a vampire walks into his bar. I mean, "pub." We then learn about his Deep, Dark Secret. He is a rare breed, indeed. Half werewolf, half Knight Templar. Half monster, half dedicated to an order dedicated to eradicating such misbehaving monsters from the world. Let's face it, have you ever heard of a well-mannered werewolf when the moon comes around? Nuh uh. It's like a calorie-free chocolate bar. Theoretically perfect, but doesn't exist. Said statuesque blonde is Sig, a Valkyrie, a kick-ass woman in her own rights (with plenty of emotional and physical baggage). John gets reluctantly pulled into her oddball group of hangers-on; together they fight off the big, bad things that go bump in the night. Well, not really. Just a group of rogue vampires, led by a 17-year old teenaged mastermind who "wears cheap perfume that smells like a peach barfed on a lilac." (As a fan of perfumery, I found that passage particularly amusing.) Here's The Good, The Somewhat Bad, and The Bad. I honestly cannot title my list The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, because there's really nothing that stands out as being ugly in this book. The good The setting and world-building: Modern-day rural United States, with a paranormal twist. The setting is well-described, without being overly wordy, without being too far out of place for a book of this character, with a male narrator who is observant (he's trained to be), but doesn't feel overly effeminate in his scrunity (*cough* Ethan Wates). The paranormal aspect doesn't destroy any boundaries, it is a very traditional one. We have vampires, we have werewolves, we have geists, we have nagas. We have humans with skills beyond that of the ordinary, due to family inheritance, or due to religious beliefs. What I love are the explanations. We get a clear history of myths, of beliefs, and how they came about. Ordinary myths, like that of vampires fearing mirrors, are given a historical background, and explained; the explanations are clear, succinct, and never feels textbook-y, or out of character with the narrator's voice. That’s one of the things that sucks about magic: it moves molecules around; and when molecules move, electrons shift; and when electrons shift, the air becomes electromagnetically charged. This is why all of those reality shows about ghost hunters basically amount to a bunch of guys with science degrees getting excited while they talk about energy readings, and you’re just sitting there bored watching a TV screen fill up with fuzz and static before the cameras go off-line.Some things are given a historical explanation, other things have a more scientific-based background, some myths regarding the paranormal are based on a basic human instinct. The paranormal aspects of the story are so well-written, and I truly enjoyed reading about them. The writing & The narrative: “I’m involved with somebody else.”This book and the narrator's voice was a joy to read. The writing is, frankly, awesome. The narrator is disctinctly male, but not annoyingly so. I have to admit that I have a problem with male narrators in paranormal fiction. More often than not, they come off as either a) so downtrodden as to make doormats ashamed of sharing their name b) woefully emo, with a hipster-like pretentiousness that screams Holden Caulfield-wannabe c) an asshat I hereby declare John Charming to be one of the 2 (ok, technically, it's 1.75) male narrators in a paranormal whose narrative I actually loved. He is awesome. John is hilariously witty, he is snarky at times, without ever crossing the line into the territory where I wanted to take one of his own wisecracking jokes and shove it up his ass. John, for me, is my male equivalent of Georgina Kincaid, of Succubus Blues fame. Whatever there is wrong about this book, the writing and the spectacular narrative are not among its faults. Fine, I admit that I'm a little juvenile and a little frat-boy-ish when it comes to humor, but guys, this book was hilarious. The woman set Sig’s chocolate orgy out in front of her and deposited my steak on the table.Between John and Sig (buxom blonde Valkyrie)'s sexual-tension-laden banter, the whole book just flew by for me. The Somewhat Bad Main Character Building: I do like the characters, they're wonderfully written, but they could use a little more complexity and development. We are given an explanation into John's character (well, no shit, he's narrating the book in first-person POV), but I never feel like his despair, his existentialist suffering, was real. I laughed with him more than I cried with him. John's debacle and internal conflict between his wolf-self and his templar self, and his struggle with fulfilling his geas (or quest, to put it simply) was well-explained, but it just lacked a certain something that would make me empathize with him. I loved his personality, I like that he is respectful, I like that he admits his feelings, I like that he gives Sig her personal space when he asks for it, I like his determination; John is the perfect gentleman, he truly is a Prince Charming, if this were a fairy tale. But as a human, as a believable character, he leaves much to be desired. Sig was pretty kick-ass, as one would expect of a Valkyrie. She is beautiful, but she can seriously defend herself. She takes no bullshit. She has her flaws, and I loved her at first, but man...eventually she started grating on my nerves, and I know why. Despite the fact that Sig is not the main character...she is kind of a Mary Sue. She is too fucking perfect. A buxom, 6 foot tall blonde, descended from Nordic mythology, with serious fighting skills (and an admirable set of tits). She can put away impossible amounts of food without gaining weight. Men fall for her left and right. She's got a sad past...etc. Yes, her flaws are there, her past is mentioned, but the development of her character beyond her perfection is too brief to make an impression. Her wishy-washyness regarding romance and her unwavering loyalty to someone who is clearly wrong eventually got the better of me. I fell for Sig as much as John did, when we first met her. Unlike John, my good impression of her did not last. The Side Characters: Cute, but way too kitschy to be believable. We have a large, intimidating black man, with the terrifying name of Choo. We have Molly, small, cute, chubby woman who plays holiday music all the time and dresses like she's in the middle of Winter Wonderland because it makes her happy. We have the paunchy, ill-mannered, wisecracking cop. We have the surly Eastern European dudes who can barely grunt out a few words of English and who prefers to communicate with their fist and their sniper rifles. We have the Slavic boyfriend who is perpetually grumpy and inexplicably rude. We have the Indian Tech Guy. It gets a little too clichéd at times. I mean, I enjoyed their characters...but I would have appreciated some originality. Really? Why do all the grumpy guys have to be Eastern European. It's just too predictable. The Bad ...And...here we go. I'll give you 2 guesses. That's right! Insta-Love: People, people, these are fucking ADULTS we're talking about. Reasonable adults with extended lifespans (remember, John has been alive for almost a century) SHOULD NOT FALL IN LOVE THIS QUICKLY. And in the middle of a huge mess of an investigation, no less. I'm glad Sig pointed out the ridiculousness of it, but John, get your head together, man! The Love Triangle: Or rather, the love square. Because it seems like every guy (and a few girls) in this book just adoooooooooores Sig. But geez, there's so much conflict between Sig's suitor and current boyfriend. The two guys act like two little kids fighting over a toy they both want. The macho tension practically oozed from the page. I half expected either of them to pee on Sig's leg to mark their territory at various points during the book. Overall: recommended, for a fun, fast, lighthearted paranormal fantasy with a great narrator. ...more |
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The title is a misnomer. I would have titled this
The Twistingly Tangential Tale of Miss Percy Parker
instead. Good lord, how this story wandered.
The title is a misnomer. I would have titled this
The Twistingly Tangential Tale of Miss Percy Parker
instead. Good lord, how this story wandered. I'm going to be quoting a lot from this book in this review. The quotes are too priceless not to be used, and they give a pretty good impression of the entirety of the book and the writing...which is not a good thing. The writing tries too hard to be poetic and 19th century, and instead sounds like an author's flowery rendition instead of actual, believable prose and speech. The result is a laughable, melodramatic arrangement of prose that is even more absurd given the clichéd characters and the confoundingly confusing plot. The story takes place in the Victorian Era and revolves around a group of six people who are summoned to meet each other through mysterious means. They each have special "strengths," for example, the Intuition, the Artist, the Heart (...by your powers combined, I am Captain Planet! Oops, wrong group of people). They see spirits, and are awaiting a foreseen Seventh power, that will either enhance them if they choose the correct person, or destroy them and the world if they choose wrongly. From then on, they begin working together, and two of them work together at the Athens Academy, an institution of enlightened learning that also accepts women, a fairly rare thing given the time period. Twenty years later, a young woman comes to Athens Academy. She is an orphan, with "...deathly pale skin, the whole of her white as snow. Glasses shaded her pale eyes, which, through their glass, appeared almost violet." Persephone Parker is as Mary Sue as they come. She believes she is sooooooooo ugly and hideous, due to her appearance. Naturally, anyone with pale, flawless skin, a "fine-featured face," "pearlescent hair", and "opalescent eyes" has got to be hideous. Am I right? And me with my brown hair and eyes. It's a wonder that people look at me without turning to stone. Percy is the special snowflake. The Chosen One. The Prophecied One. You see where this is going, right? As clearly as my palm is going to my forehead. Percy still doesn't believe how pretty she is, even when heads turn at her entrance, no matter what she's repeatedly told... "...I think it is lovely, your face. You are like a doll—I do not know the name...one of those that break if you drop them."She also speaks any number of languages, except Mandarin (it's one of her weaker languages). She picks up languages easily, and even speaks Aramaic. Freaking Aramaic. But she's not altogether flawless, for example: she sucks at math. THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR REINFORCING YET ANOTHER STEREOTYPE THAT GIRLS ARE BAD IN THE MATHS AND SCIENCES. THIS FUCKING BOOK. ***Aside to the author: if you're going to have your main character be a language specialist who picks up any dialect at the drop of a pin, it's best not to have her make stupid grammatical errors in a simple language such as French. Even in French 101, we know better than to say "ma amie." It's mon amie.*** I cannot enjoy Percy's character. She's supposed to be the prophesied one, but she is so simple-minded. She does not act like someone who will bring about change. She does not act like someone who can inspire. She does not act like one who is remotely capable of anything besides breathing and eating. I didn't mention pooping, because this Mary Sue of a fluff certainly does not do anything so basic as taking a shit like the rest of us. I cannot believe Percy is supposed to be who is, and I find it completely reasonable that the other characters in the book have their doubts, as well. Percy is also hopelessly infatuated with her teacher. Alexi Rychman is the professor, the love interest, the head honcho of this entire ultra-secretive. He's twice her age, not to mention her instructor. Her very, very personal instructor and tutor. In this day and age, we call that an abuse of power. And ugh, what a stereotype Mr. Rychman is... Lustrous dark hair hung loosely to broad shoulders. A few locks turned out in an unkempt manner contrary to the rest of his appearance, while a few strands clung to his noble, chiseled features—a long nose, high cheekbones, defined lips like a Grecian sculpture and impossibly dark eyes.Their relationship is quite limited, to the extent that he growls at her constantly in anger (yet is inexplicably attracted to this strange young woman half his age), and she simpers and blushes prettily in response. “No need for apologies,” he replied. “I was the one asking the questions.”That pretty much sums up the entirety of their entire relationship. Alexi is the rough, blunt, angry, dark Heathcliff of a man, resistant as all hell to the finer emotions, with whom Percy, that twit of a simpering schoolgirl inexplicably loves. And how she loves him, sighs over him, swoons over him...Alexi is her math teacher, and she's more obsessed with looking at him than focusing on her lessons: no wonder she's failing. Percy groaned. “Oh, that class remains my bane! I pay attention, take countless notes, but all I remember is the sound of Professor Rychman’s voice. Every syllable he speaks is like a hypnotic delicacy, like dark velvet. I try to grasp his explanations, but all I can see is how his robe sweeps as he moves, how his presence commands the room, how his brow furrows in thought, how his eyes blaze, how he calmly brushes a lock of dark hair from his noble face...'Did you hear that? That's the sound of me gagging. Percy makes Bella's mooning over Edward seem rational and reasonable. But that's enough of how much I despised the main characters. But wait, there's not just two characters. Noooooo. That would be too easy. We are introduced to six characters in the original group, and rest assured, we are constantly informed of them and their various enterprises. There's also your supporting cast of various girlfriends, ghosts, and a false Seventh. The massive cast, the minor investigative plots, the barely-controlled and infuriating student-teacher sexual tension all adds up to one thing: a massive headache for the reader. ...more |
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[image] I should have known better, from the mention of The DaVinci Code in the blurb. Let's start from the beginning. Supernatural clone? I have no pro [image] I should have known better, from the mention of The DaVinci Code in the blurb. Let's start from the beginning. Supernatural clone? I have no problem with that. A talented writer can work with a well-used plot and make it their own, with a compelling plot, with complex characters, with a beautifully wrought romance. With that said, I am pleased to tell you that you don't have to waste your time on this book. Look elsewhere for your paranormal ghost-busting fix. Hell, just stick to watching Supernatural. I have to admit that I started reading this because of the promise of hot twin brothers. I have a As it turned out, I should have stuck to watching the show, or rather, just flipping through the pages of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog for my hot guy fix, because the twins in this book (as well as every other character in it) are completely devoid of any sort of personality besides for their gorgeous fluffable brown hair and killer baby-blue eyes. At least the Winchesters are portrayed by real actors so that I can more easily imagine them naked. Damn, I said that part out loud, didn't I? Kennedy Waters is a normal high school student (with a photographic memory) living with her mom; it's a pretty average life until the day her mother dies, supposedly from a heart attack. All of a sudden, hot identical twin boys break into her room, and saves her from a poltergeist that has been trying to kill her. Instead of going to boarding school, like she has been planning to, or coming to live with her aunt, Kennedy instead lets people believe that she has been kidnapped, while running away to live with the Hot Ghostbusting Twins, as well as the gorgeous Mean Girl Alara, and boy wonder/tinkerer genius Priest. They go on the run, searching for a secret weapon with which to destroy a demon, making plenty of stops at haunted houses and killing ghosts along the way. Nasty ghosts aside, they have to avoid all those pesky Amber Alerts, because that's what happens when a teenaged girl disappears and her house is ransacked. Such inconveniences. The Plot The ghost-busting storyline isn't so much a mainstay of the book as it is a plot device designed around Kennedy and Twin One's romance. It feels like a side story, used and brushed aside for their electricity-laced eye contacts and meaningful fingertip-brushes. The plot is very...convenient; there are no parents involved, the kids (and they are all kids) are inheritors of special skills that make them extraordinary, they have money at their disposal, there is a complete lack of credibility in the entire scheme that has nothing to do with the supernatural elements in the story. There are way too many coincidences around the sudden involvement of the five teenagers in a plot to save humanity from a Big Bad Demon to make the story a believable one...it feels more James Patterson than Supernatural at times. The good is that the action moves fast, and it is not dull. Despite the weakness in the plot, the characters, the romance, well...everything, actually, the action and the fast pacing was enough to keep me focused. The Characters Kennedy Waters: After reading the story, I have come to believe that the true spelling of Kennedy's name is L-I-A-B-I-L-I-T-Y. Kennedy is an idiot. She is Too Stupid To Live. Fine, a poltergeist attack isn't exactly a normal occurrence, but running away with a bunch of strangers (albeit cute ones), and not letting anyone except your best friend know? Allowing an Amber Alert to be issued in her case? That's just fucking dumb and irresponsible. “You guys showed up in my bedroom out of nowhere, shot my cat with a gun that looked like something from a video game, and told me that a demon’s trying to kill me. Want to explain how you could possibly know that?”Weeeeeeeeeeell, alrighty then! Let's run away together. HOW ABOUT NO? I like the fact that she actually questions the Hot Twins instead of just outrightly believing them, but she accepts everything they say far too easily for me to believe she is anything but gullible. As far as the liability part goes...she endangers her team more often than not. Kennedy is completely ignorant of what is needed to be a member of the ghost-busters. All the other kids have been raised, and trained since practically infancy, and they have inherited special skills from their progenitors. Kennedy has none. Nada. Zip. Jack Shit. Her lack of knowledge, her lack of skills aside, she insists on tagging along with them into dangerous situations, and her pigheadedness endangers her team. Kennedy also believes herself to be not-special (because a photographic memory and spectacular drawing skills are soooooo fucking ordinary). Her boyfriend broke her heart because she wouldn't let him copy her homework, and her dad left her family when she was 5, and that's enough for Kennedy to believe that she is unlovable, that she is destined to be hurt. Give me a break from Mary Sue histrionics, please. Jared and Lukas Lockhart: AKA, the Generic Twins. You may have seen them in various incarnations throughout every single YA romance and paranormal ever written. They are not worthy of having a personality analysis by me because you guys have all read them before in so many other books. They are identical. They are physically perfect. They are mentally anguished. They are soooooooooooo very different from each other, despite their indistinguishable appearance (except one has a different *look* in his eyes, which Kennedy can totally tell, because they have that spiritual connection, you know?). One is the bright, happy, cheerful, eager-to-please boy-next-door. Jared sat alone at the counter, staring out the window at the nothingness you see when you’re too lost in thought to see anything else. I wondered why he was sitting alone. Why he always set himself apart from everyone else, like he was the one who didn’t belong.One is the dark, brooding, tortured soul, who is a loner and complete asshole. Guess who Kennedy falls for? You'd be right. Every. Fucking. Time. The Romance WE HAVE A LOVE TRIANGLE, Y'ALL. And it's between TWIIIIIIIINS, no less. That makes it extra special, and extra hot, because, well...(twin) brother against (twin) brother! Not exactly. It is unremarkable and it is so stupid becaues it is so predictable and it is so contrived. Naturally, there's unspoken feeeeeeeeeelings between the brothers. Naturally, they're rivals. Naturally, there are underlying tensions between them and an unspoken competitiveness against one another. Brotherly love? Please. This ain't the city of Philadelphia. Kennedy feels the attraction and the connection from both brothers. It's like she finds meaning in everything. I stared at Lukas, shocked. “You know this song?”Eye contact. Fingertips brushing. The opening of a door. A smile. The same kind of dressing for their salad, that sort of thing. It made me wonder...was ever that besotted and stupid when I believed myself to be in love as a 17-year old? Nope. I, like most teenagers, was rational. Recommended for readers who don't want to think too much. 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Inspired by Rebecca, you say? [image] Daphne Du Maurier is rolling in her grave right now. I love reading alternative retellings of my favorite books. M Inspired by Rebecca, you say? [image] Daphne Du Maurier is rolling in her grave right now. I love reading alternative retellings of my favorite books. Most of the time, they're pretty bad; in some instances, they're incomprehensibly terrible. This book would be an example of one of the latter. Rebecca holds a special place in my heart. I have a lot of favorite books, but back as far as I can remember, Rebecca has been my first favorite book. Hence, it has, and always will, hold a special place in my heart as my most beloved book. With that said, if you're going to attempt a retelling of my favorite book of all time, you'd better do it right, or else face my wrath. Grab some popcorn. Find a comfortable seat. Settle in. This book fails as a modern-day YA adaptation of Rebecca. I can't help feeling that it's works better as a satire, because it is a mockery of a book. There are some tales that stand up well to a more modern interpretation, and I don't think Rebecca is one of them. In that case, it sets this book up for failure before the book already begin. The setting is a modern-day boarding school, drama-laced version of Rebecca, with a forced and senseless supernatural twist. Our heroine is a poor, innocent, extremely naive, close-to-white-trash small-town girl uprooted to a very prestigious, very wealthy boarding school named Thorn Abbey. How a poor girl from a small town got there is unclear, it's implied that Tess chose this school for the challenging courseload, because she's very intelligent---I see no evidence of her supposed brilliance throughout the book. She meets some exaggerated classmates, falls in insta-love with the brooding, ice-cold Max De Villiers, and in the course of events, must overcome the Mighty Max's memories of the dearly departed Becca. Max has a Tragic Past, about which everyone at school warns her. Naturally, Tess doesn't listen. She learns about his Sad Love Story with the beautiful, charming, charismatic Becca, and sets out to be the next Challenging courseload? Boarding school? Oh, right, Tess is supposed to be attending school at some sort of point in the book. Nah. Tess pretty much plans her whole life around winning over the mysterious Max. My god, I have never met a character in an YA novel who is more pathetic than Tess. The feelings she has over Max, her constant mooning over him---the romance in this book is by far the worst I've read in a long time. Tess reeks of lovesickness, of desperation, as she pursues Max. As her roommate so appropriately puts it: “Can’t you see that he’s using you to get over his grief? That you’re just a distraction? All the other girls know to keep their distance after what happened. He’s an emotional train wreck, and he needs time. Friends. Not some love-starved loner throwing herself at him.”And throw herself at him, she does. She knows that Max was in love with Becca, so sure, let's use his grief to get to know him better!!!!! They're soooooooooo similar, too!!!!! I’m sure it hasn’t been easy for him to find the right person to help him move on after Becca’s death. After all, we deep, smart, solitary types have a tough time relating to people who aren’t like us.Her internal dialogue is completely laughable. She sees connections where there are none. He and I definitely have a connection. I felt it when we first met, at the fountain, and even on the cliff.She feels their hearts touch and their souls match. She sees an intimate moment in every single minute interaction. I suffered from constant secondhand embarrassment at how completely, utterly obsessed Tess becomes with the godly Max. She wants to be his friend, his lover, his everything. Anything he wants, she will become. But now Max has me. As a friend. Even as more than a friend. Whatever he wants.And what better way to get close to him than to use his dead girlfriend? Still, maybe if I can learn more about Becca, I can get closer to Max. Find out what kind of girl he likes. And then maybe, just maybe, he’ll like me, too?I have to stop talking about Tess and how much I deplore her character's obsession with Max or I'll get a burst blood vessel from the sheer frustration of it all. As for her personality, Tess is absolutely dull. Max says he likes her because she's soooooooo different from all the other skinny, smart, socially acceptable girls at Thorn Abbey...but I can't see anything in her to like, and I'm reading the book from her point of view. Rebecca's main character, the unnamed "I" worked for her time, but in this day...any character of her nature comes off as insipid, stupid, weak. That is my thought of this book's main character; she is absolutely silly, she is completely spineless, she is clingy to the nth degree. Rebecca's unnamed heroine is a strong, modern, independent woman compared to the silly, fluffy-headed doormat that is Tess Szekeres. The other characters in this book are lackluster parallels of their Rebecca equivalents. We have the house counselor, Mrs. Frith (Frith, the butler), Franklin, the loyal dog-like nice-guy friend (Frank Crawley), Devon, the super-creepy and strange and slutty best friend (Mrs. Danvers), the Abercrombie-lookalike cousin Killian Montgomery (Jack Favell). I absolutely hated the rampant slut-shaming in this book. There is so much girl-on-girl hatred within this story; everyone is a slut, a whore, a dumb bitch compared to our sweet, innocent, naive main character. I cannot think of a single female character in this book who is portrayed in a positive manner. We don't even have the equivalent of Max's sister in this story to be a good companion to Tess. Sure, we have Devon and her circle of friends, but they're all shallow dumb bitches who are completely incomparable to the rational, no-nonsense, good-humored Beatrice. Tess feels the need to label anyone she doesn't like, any girl who has captured male attention a slut and a whore, like the girl who got her ex-boyfriend's attention in middle school. The teenagers in this book are fucking caricatures, the female characters in particular. They are an overwrought, hypersensitive, paranoid 80-year old church-lady's version of what teenagers act like, and is no no way a realistic portrayal of any reasonable teen that I know. They eat nothing but lettuce and "tiny, doll-size salads" and "plain broth." They take drugs, specifically Klonopin and Hydroxycut. They name-drop brand-name labels, they sleep around, they hit each other, they call each other tramps, they say their mother is "such an annoying whore.” They make the cast of Gossip Girl look like well-behaved conservative young women. Their portrayal and depiction is an insult to young teenaged women everywhere. For a school of this supposed caliber, academics are but an afterthought. It's dumb. Give teenagers more credit than that. I maintain my premise that this book is a poorly-written mockery of the original. It should be illegal to use the word Rebecca alongside the name of this book. Please do yourself a favor and pass. ...more |
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