The boys went off to fight with swords while girls had to learn dog barks and owl hoots. No wonder princesses were so impotent in fairy tales, she
The boys went off to fight with swords while girls had to learn dog barks and owl hoots. No wonder princesses were so impotent in fairy tales, she thought. If all they could do was smile, stand straight, and speak to squirrels, then what choice did they have but to wait for a boy to rescue them?
If any book ever deserved to be Disney-fied, this would be it.
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This book is seriously sweet. It was just delightful. It is a middle grade "alternative" fairy tale which parodies and utilizes fairy tale tropes to excellent effect, and I constantly sniggered with laughter at its tongue-in-cheek hilarity.
It is a light book, a Harry Potter-style boarding school novel based around fairy tales. It was just fucking adorable, let me tell you, but it is not too sweet at all. For a middle grade book, this story had a surprising amount of darkness and depth. It questions the nature of friendship, it questions good and evil, it tells us that it is our choices in life that matters in the long run, that our nature is self-determined.
She was Evil, always Evil, and there would never be happiness or peace. As her heart shattered with sadness, she yielded to darkness without a fight, only to hear a dying echo, somewhere deeper than soul. It’s not what we are. It’s what we do.
This book tells you that you do not have to be what people want you to be. There is room for change within your soul. You do not have to fit into the mold. You are capable of more than people expect. You do not have to be beautiful in order to have a beautiful spirit.
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The Summary: Most children are afraid of being kidnapped. Not Sophie.
Before you judge her, realize that the "kidnapper" in question is not a man, but a being. A mythical being called the School Master rumored to capture two children every 12 years, to make them into fairy tale creatures. One good child, one bad child. Boy or girl. They will be separated from their families forever. For most children, this is a thing to be feared.
Not Sophie.
Sophie longs to be kidnapped, she has dreamt of it her entire life. She deserves to be a fairy-tale princess. And indeed, there is no one in her village who is more beautiful than Sophie. Even when she's sleep-deprived, Sophie is a vision of loveliness.
Her waist-long hair, the color of spun gold, didn’t have its usual sheen. Her jade-green eyes looked faded, her luscious red lips a touch dry. Even the glow of her creamy peach skin had dulled. But still a princess, she thought.
So lovely. But it's not effortless. As all girls know, looking good takes a fuck ton of work, and Sophie has to work at it. Her beauty routine puts mine to shame.
As for the rest of Sophie’s beauty routine, it could fill a dozen storybooks (suffice it to say it included goose feathers, pickled potatoes, horse hooves, cream of cashews, and a vial of cow’s blood).
The School Master can only pick one good child, and Sophie is determined to be it. In her quest for goodness, she befriends her polar opposite, Agatha.
Agatha can never be described, however generously, as beautiful.
Her hideous dome of black hair looked like it was coated in oil. Her hulking black dress, shapeless as a potato sack, couldn’t hide freakishly pale skin and jutting bones. Ladybug eyes bulged from her sunken face.
Sophie and Agatha may be friends, but their relationship can best be described as "passive-aggressive". The passive-aggressiveness coming entirely from Sophie.
Sophie’s eyes flashed. “You’re lucky that someone would come see you when no one else will. You’re lucky that someone like me would be your friend. You’re lucky that someone like me is such a good person.” “I knew it!” Agatha flared. “I’m your Good Deed! Just a pawn in your stupid fantasy!”
On the night of the kidnapping, Sophie and Agatha got kidnapped, or rather, Sophie went entirely willingly and Agatha got dragged into it. Sophie expected to be accepted into The School of Good. Agatha is praying against hope that she will not be forced into the School of Evil.
It didn't exactly work out the way they planned.
Stunned, Sophie watched Agatha plummet into pink cotton-candy mist. “Wait—no—” The bird swooped savagely towards the Towers of Evil, its jaws reaching up for new prey. “No! I’m Good! It’s the wrong one!” Sophie screamed— And without a beat, she was dropped into hellish darkness.
The lovely Sophie wound up in the School of Evil, a school that trains fairy-tale villains. She sticks out like a sore thumb among the hideous creatures (her fellow students).
Here was a mass of the miserable, with misshapen bodies, repulsive faces, and the cruelest expressions she’d ever seen, as if looking for something to hate. One by one their eyes fell on Sophie and they found what they were looking for. The petrified princess in glass slippers and golden curls. The red rose among thorns.
Sophie knows what to do.
She ran for her life.
The hideous Agatha finds herself among a gaggle of pretty pretty princesses. An entire school of Sophies. She knows she doesn't belong. She knows what to do.
Agatha did the only thing she knew how to do when faced with expectations. Up the blue Honor staircase, through sea-green halls, she ran.
Uh, no. Sadly, the school doesn't work right back. It's a magical school, y'all, and like it or not, Agatha and Sophie are there to stay. Or else. Children who fail disappear. They have to stay, they have to work at it if they are to stay alive.
Fairy tales are darker than they look, and surviving this school will take all of Sophie and Agatha's cunning. Will they manage to maintain their tenuous friendship?
The fight escalated to a ludicrous climax, with Sophie beating Agatha with a blue squash, Agatha sitting on Sophie’s head, and the class gleefully making bets as to who was who— “Go rot in Gavaldon alone!” Sophie screamed. “Better alone than with a phony!” Agatha shouted. “Get out of my life!” “You came into mine!”
Will they be able to face the danger---the darkness within the school?
“But the boys train for war in class,” a girl moaned. “We haven’t even learned to fight!” said another. “Would you like to be a slave to villains?” Beatrix fired back. “Made to cook children and eat princess hearts and drink horse blood—” “And wear black?” Reena cried. Evergirls gulped. “Then learn quickly,” Beatrix said.
Was it a mistake to put Sophie into the School of Evil and Agatha into the School of Good? Or will both Agatha and Sophie realize that they're where they should be, all along?
The Setting: “Well, in the School for Good, they teach boys and girls like me how to become heroes and princesses, how to rule kingdoms justly, how to find Happily Ever After,” Sophie said. “In the School for Evil, they teach you how to become wicked witches and humpbacked trolls, how to lay curses and cast evil spells.”
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The setting in this book is just freaking adorable. Take all the tropes you ever know about fairy tales and squish it into a book. You might expect it to be bad? No! It's not! It's fan-fucking-tastic! We have hideously warty creatures, we have snouty, socially awkward, innately evil villains in the School of Evil. We have gloriously charming and handsome boys and girls in the School of Good (who are just so full of themselves).
Tedros was used to girls watching him. But when would he find one who saw more than his looks? Who saw more than King Arthur’s son? Who cared about his thoughts, his hopes, his fears? And yet here he was, pivoted purposely as he toweled so the girls could have a perfect view.
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The setting is beautiful, we have fairy tale castles and beautiful bedrooms and pretty fluffy pink candy cane shit in the School of Good, and nasty, dirty dungeons, and food you wouldn't feed to your worst enemy in the School of Evil. There are magical geese, werewolves, gargoyles, and fairies (they bite).
And then there's the curriculum. AHAHAHA. The curriculum. Uglification, can you imagine? Poor Sophie.
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The teachers are hilarious, from evil hags and witches, to an actual fucking fairy tale princess.
Princess Uma looked far too young to be a teacher. Nestled in prim grass, backlit by lake shimmer, she sat very still, hands folded in her pink dress, with black hair to her waist, olive skin, almond-shaped eyes, and crimson lips pursed in a tight O. When she did speak, it was in a giggly whisper, but she couldn’t make it through a full sentence. Every few words, she’d stop to listen to a distant fox or dove and respond with her own giddy howl or chirp.
“Oops!” she tee-heed. “I have too many friends!”
Agatha couldn’t tell if she was nervous or just an idiot.
Sophie: She's not meant to be loved. She is a character that grows on you. If you ever wanted a fairy tale trope, Sophie is IT, man. She is beautiful, she is different, she has always felt like she was meant to be a princess. And man, I felt a tremendous sense of schadenfreude when Sophie got put into the School of Evil. Sophie is a devious character. Don't let her golden fair appearance fool you. She may seem fluffy in appearance, but she is not a character to be taken lightly.
Sophie was crouched over a puddle of water on the floor, singing as she applied blush in her reflection.
“I’m a pretty princess, sweet as a pea, Waiting for my prince to marry me...”
Three bunk mates and three rats watched from across the room, mouths open in shock.
Sophie is absolutely convinced that she is in the wrong school, and we can't blame her. It is a lifelong dream, and it was dashed to the ground in one moment. Her character development is marvellous.
All these years she had tried to be someone else. She had made so many mistakes along the way. But at last, she had come home.
Agatha: Undoubtedly, the more sympathetic of the two. The hideous girl, always the hated one. She cannot look past her own appearance to see what's underneath.
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Agatha prickled with shame. In this School for Good, where everyone was supposed to be kind and loving, she had still ended up alone and despised. She was a villain, no matter where she went.
Agatha's self-esteem is so low that it's below sea level. Agatha is dependent upon Sophie, in a way. They were friends before, and Agatha clings onto that friendship for so long that she nearly forgets what it means to be independent.
Agatha felt familiar shame rise. Everything in her body told her to shut the door again and hide. But this time instead of thinking of all the friends she didn’t have, Agatha thought about the one she did. Agatha slipped into the pink parade, put on a smile...and tried to blend.
The Friendship: The friendship between Agatha and Sophie is so beautifully written. Their relationship is one fraught with power play, struggles, and they are so complex because of it. Both love one another, while deeply resenting one another, but they have one common purpose. Eventually, they realize that they have to rely upon one another to make it through.
The girls collapsed in tormented heaps. “Ready to go home?” Agatha panted. Sophie looked up, ghost white. “Thought you’d never ask.”
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A fantastic middle grade book, enjoyable by all ages. Highly recommended....more
Recommended for: religious readers who like their Bible with a side of plotless dystopia. If you are one of the aforementioned, then just skip readingRecommended for: religious readers who like their Bible with a side of plotless dystopia. If you are one of the aforementioned, then just skip reading this review, it'll save you some time and you won't have to waste any more effort in leaving me a rage-filled and profanity-laced comment.
Like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to the word "dystopia."
Like a moth to a flame, I almost always get burned.
Did I say dystopia? I meant Joel Osteen. At least it wasn't Glenn Beck, but still, that's not saying much. The premise and blurb was vague enough to give me pause, but what did I say earlier about moth and flames? I just can't resist a dystopian, in the hopes that this time, maybe the flame will turn out to be an LED light or something equally innocuous. I was wrong. Stupid, stupid me. As I scanned the blurb and got somewhat interested, I forgot to glance at the sidebar, where the categories are listed. Then I would have seen this book listed under the "Christian" category. Then I would have known better than to waste my time.
My review on this book will be biased, mainly because I am not a religious person. But that's what a review is for, right? It's a subjective opinion, it's not fact. Someone reading this book may be heavily religious. They will undoubtedly love the fact that the book started with a quote from the Bible, and they will love the heavily religious intonations and messages throughout the book. I am not one of them. That is why my review will be biased. I do not appreciate religion being shoved down my throat. I do not have a problem with religion in general. I believe it has its place in society, and I don't have a problem with it in books. I just prefer books without an overwhelmingly religious message, and make no doubt, this book is extremely preachy. I've read books where characters are Christian, Jewish, Hindu, Buddhist, Church of Cthulhu (ok, not that one), etc...but those books differ from this one in that they:
1. Have a plot 2. Are well-written
This book is neither. It feels like the author built a dystopian society based of a hatred for science and a love for religion, without a clear idea for a storyline. That is not my only reason for giving this book a low rating. The plot was full of holes, the dystopian society is not well-built, the characters complete fail to evoke any sort of emotion or empathy within me. In fairness, the background cast for this book are intentionally unemotional, the post-Nuclear war world in which they live is based on rationality and lack of emotion, but that's not the case with our "anomaly" of a main character, nor that of her love interest. They are, for lack of a better word, quite human with all the accompanying gross emotions, but I just find them extremely bland. Their love is bland, their emotions lacking, their personality underdeveloped and lacking in any sort of complexity. The premise is already lacking in credibility, and Thalli herself is an uncompelling heroine. A lacking-in-every way Musician who is destined for A GWEATER PUWPOSE BY THE DESIGNER.
"'The Scientists designed you to be a Musician. And you are a beautiful Musician. But the Designer has plans that go beyond that. He has chosen you.'"
This wouldn't be so incredible if Thalli was capable, but she's not. She has emotions (GASP!!!!!). She rebels. She talks too much. She's a good musician. She's less boring than the other rational characters in the book; she's still ridiculously uninspiring and untalented in any way. Her purpose as given by God far overreaches her actual capabilities, which amounts to zero.
Thalli and Berk are rice cakes bland. Egg white bland. Salt-free bland. I'd compare them to brussel sprouts, but the bitterness of those oh-so-beloved vegetables give them more character than our monotonous, flavorless, and insipid Thallium (Thalli) and Berkelium (Berk).
(In the future, children will be named after the period table elements. I am not kidding. It's a good thing they're a small underground society, there aren't that many elements...)
So the premise: futuristic world, at least 40 years in the future. The United States, actually, the world, isn't really a world anymore. Billions have been killed by a Nuclear War. The remaining members of society (we're never given a clear idea of how many survived) moved underground into Pods (the word PODs + dystopia seems to be a bad combination, I should make a note for myself for future reference so I can avoid these books) where children are not conceived in the natural way, but somehow were just bred into existence without parents (again, never explained). Everyone seems to be white, nobody is gay, it's not an adequate representation of the world (even a small surviving population of it) as it is now, and even more inconveivable in the future, when presumably the world will be much more diverse. No such diversity here. Children are segregated by age, there seems to be 28 in Thalli and Berk's Pod C, and they're the 4th generation of Pod after the Nuclear War. It seems to be a tiny, tiny society, but we're never given a clear idea of how many survived. Not very many, if we're just going by the number of Pods.
Even so, the scientists are determined to extinct the human race, it seems. Whenever a child in one of the Pods has an illness, he or she is eradicated. For example, one of Thalli's friend has some yellow mucus leaking from her nose. BOOM, time to die, bitches!
I don't know about you, but where I live, it's called a nasal drip resulting from a cold, and that shit usually goes away on its own. Brilliant scientists save humankind...and are defeated by the common cold virus. Oh yeah, totally believable.
This society is ruled by 10 scientists who have outlawed emotions. They figure, emotions and conflict caused the Nuclear War in the first place, so CLEARLY THE THING TO DO NOW TO REBUILD SOCIETY IS TO ENFORCE SELECTIC GENETIC BREEDING AND OUTLAW EMOTIONS IN THE INTEREST OF PEACE AND SCIENCE.
There is such a backhanded commentary on science in this book. On the one hand, science is seen to be the salvation of the surviving human race. On the other hand, scientists are made to be evil villainous creatures who all but walk around twirling their moustaches and cackling evilly. They perform nefarious experiments. They are robotic. And for a bunch of doctors and Ph.Ds, they do the dumbest fucking things. Seriously? You expect people to believe that people don't die natural deaths, nor do they age?
The writing is lackluster, emotionless. Just because the characters are meant to be rational in a science-based dystopia doesn't mean the writing has to be dull, but it truly is in this book. I really can't tell you how forgettable and confusing the plot is. It jumps from place to place, intertwined by Thalli's meeting with a man named John whose only job, it seems, is to preach to her and tell her about God, the Designer. I'm not making a joke about the preachiness of this book. The Designer this, the Designer that, the Designer is love, the Designer will correct all wrongs. Science is not the way. Etc...There is little rhyme nor rationality within the majority of the book's plot, but John's existence seems to serve the purpose of serving as a mini-sermon in between every other chapter.
"'God sent his Son, Jesus, into this world to save the world,' John says. 'The world rejected him. They killed him.' 'I can identify with this Jesus.'"
Whatever you say, Thalli.
Update: I'm going to add half a star because I used the sheet of paper on which I took notes for this book to kill a spider on my wall.
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Great writing and an interesting alternate world can only do so much towards my enjoyment of a book, the plot and character development is also needed to keep my attention, and this book lacks both of the latter. I'm currently reading a Gossip Girl-type book (of all things!) that I found superior to this one where character development and plot are concerned. I appreciated this book...but I was not entertained by it.
I tend to take my mythological reinterpretations rather seriously. Or rather, I often go off on prolonged rage-y expletive-filled rant about how the author completely abused the accuracy of certain myths for their own ends. I have no such complaints with this book. My knowledge of Norse mythology and the Aesir, the Ragnarok, is not the best, but so far, I feel like the gods have been accurately represented and reinterpreted, and I have no problems with how they are portrayed here.
The United States of Asgard was very interesting...at first. I was initially intrigued at the concept of it. We are in the current United States, but one based on Norse Mythology, where the gods of the Aesir are alive and living among mortals. Instead of states, we have Kingstates, ruled by a king, with princes. There is a House of Congress; instead of a White House, we have a White Hall. The language spoken is Anglish. The days are Sunsday, Moonsday, Tyrsday, Thorsday, Freyasday, Freysday...etc. The kingstates are renamed, Mizizibi, Nebrasge, Colorada, Montania, Cantuckee, Kansa.
We have elves and trolls wandering the wilds and terrorizing those not living in established settlements. Our magazines are Os Weekly, Teen Seer, with articles like “Top Ten Ways to Make Runes Sexy” and “Dating and Prophecy: Things He Doesn’t Want to Hear.” Instead of the NFL, we have National Stoneball. Instead of Carl's Junior, we have Jarl Burger...etc.
The gods are living among us, they appear at Congressional hearings, they appear with starlets on their arm at red-carpet events, they have photographic press events! The gods are very active among the people, and that's what makes them so adored and worshiped.
"But none of them is so well loved as Baldur the Beautiful. He’s the god of light, and is handsome and golden, strong and funny. At the end of every summer, he dies and his body is consumed in a great bonfire, only to rise again at winter’s end. He gives himself to Hel for six months of every year, but lives harder and more brightly in the time he has with us on earth. He is the only god who dies at all. And that makes him the one most like us."
This new world is beautifully woven at first, then it gets cute...and then it gets a little bit grating. It's one thing to build a system based on a mythological system, slapping a new Norse-based name on everything in existence just feels like it's trying too hard, and it got on my nerves more often than not. I would also have liked to know more of the history of the United States of Asgard, too. How did it come into existence? What about the rest of the modern-day world? It is a well-built microcosm of a nation, but it leaves too much unexplained.
Soren is the son of a berserker, who went crazy. His father was infamous for going off in a berserker rage and killing 13 people before being killed by a SWAT team himself. Astrid has a famous mother, a seethkona or a seer who has disappeared--or died. Meanwhile, the living god Baldur has disappeared when he should have been reborn, and thus Soren and Astrid join forces in a quest to find him and in doing so, gain a boon from his father, Odin. Both are seeking something, and a boon (a wish) from the Alffather is something to be prized.
The beginning was interesting...what follows, is more or less an alternate-universe edition of On the Road, which is to say it's not terribly exciting, despite the premise of a missing god. They travel on the road, mostly the desert-dry landscape of the American Midwest, they meet people, they get into random fights...it was all incredibly dull for me.
There was supposed to be character development...I didn't see it. Soren is frustrated and fearful of unleashing his berserker ability. He lives all the time with the knowledge that his father's taint is passed onto him. He knows people regard him fearfully, thinking he might burst into rage at any moment. Soren knows that he is a timebomb waiting to happen...he is really, tremendously angsty about it all the time. Despite all that, I felt that neither his character nor Astrid were relatable, nor did they grow much throughout the events of the book. They are both quite perfect to begin with, besides their internal angst, and that much didn't change at all throughout the book.
Soren and Astrid are supposed to have their faults, but to me, they felt much like the omnipresent Norse gods within the book. Unreachable, cold, distant. They are both, for lack of a better description---godly. Their weaknesses are more like a brief attempt at making them relatable, human, but they are both so perfect that they did not feel like your average teenager---albeit those with more unique powers than most, at all.
Astrid is a pretty kick-ass character. She is a seether (seer) herself, she's also skilled in swordplay, fighting. She excels in everything. Astrid is just too perfect, and Soren views her as such. His reverence towards her makes Astrid to be such a paragon, and to me, she is an unattainable character, too consummately flawless that she is unreal.
I also had a lot of problem with the insta-love. I felt the romance was utterly forced in this book. Literally from the moment their eyes lock, Soren and Astrid feel a connection. They never fight, they never argue. They just acknowledge a connection between their souls, and they accept it. It was so unrealistic, and completely unnecessary for the development of the plot. I would have liked it so much better if they didn't fall for each other so quickly and their feelings escalated so rapidly; their mission could have been built on a background of friendship that grows over time instead of just insta-love. Soren is an idealized male narrator, not a realistic one.
"I think my heart stops beating. There are stories of old heroes being born and reborn to discover loves from past lives, to suffer and struggle for them again and again. Sigurd Dragonslayer and the Valkyrie Brynhild, Ivar and Ohther, Starwolf Berserk and Lady Kate. In that moment on the roof of the Spark, I imagine ages and lifetimes pile atop us, spinning us into the pull of destiny."
Recommended for fans of Norse mythology and those who enjoy an interesting alternate world, with a patience for slow plot and lack of character development....more
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This book is Criminal Minds fanfiction, for the under-15 crowd. It takes a great deal of suspension of disbelief to read this book; and I'm not talking about the preposterousness of the idea that children---teenagers, can be FBI criminal investigators. The necessary suspension of disbelief from the reader's part is required in order to swallow the fact that a bunch of utterly incompetent, petty teenagers are capable of looking beyond their egotistical, self-centered noses.
There's this show I love called Criminal Minds. It features a team of FBI profilers at the Behavioral Analysis Unit. They take on difficult cases, involving mainly serial killers. The special agents make psychological profiles about the potential suspect, then using that information, narrow down the field of suspect until they get the right one. The show is entertainment, there is no argument on my part about that. Behavioral analysis is a bullshit art, at best. Criminal profilers have rarely been right, it's more of a matter of throwing a rock into the darkness in the hopes of eventually hitting someone in the face. It rarely happens, but they get it right sometimes. More than anything, it is a show with likeable, complex characters, and a wonderful team who puts their personal problems and quirks aside to work together like a well-oiled machine in order to solve a case.
Well-oiled machine is not the word I would use to describe the characters in this book and their cohesiveness. The teenagers in this book work together as well as an AK-47 that's been left to rust for 50 years in the mud of a long-forgotten battlefield; the parts do not function, and the damn gun might blow up and shoot you by accident in the face at any given moment.
Still, this book is based on that premise. It is a team of teen profilers who use the word "UNSUB" to describe an unknown subject. The word UNSUB is strictly a TV-based term, and it was Criminal Minds that popularized the use of the word. To me, this is nothing more than adolescent Criminal Minds fanfiction, without the likeable, complex characters.
Summary: 17-year old Cassandra (Cassie) lives with her large extended Italian family, working part-time as a waitress. Her mother has been murdered 5 years ago, and her father is out of the picture (see what I mean about parents in YA fiction? Dead or gone 90% of the time). Cassie has always had a skill for reading people, for predicting what they want. Right now, her skills are being used for nothing more than to predict what her customers are going to order next from the menu. A boy, a sexy boy appears from nowhere, well-dressed, too handsome for his own good, and asks her to predict how he prefers his eggs:
“What kind of eggs?” I asked. “You tell me.” The boy’s words caught me off guard. I stared at him through the wisps of hair still covering my face. “You want me to guess how you want your eggs cooked?” He smiled. “Why not?” And just like that, the gauntlet was thrown. “Not scrambled,” I said, thinking out loud. Scrambled eggs were too average, too common, and this was a guy who liked to be a little bit different. Not too different, though, which ruled out poached—at least in a place like this. Sunny-side up would have been too messy for him; over hard wouldn’t be messy enough. “Over easy.” I was as sure of the conclusion as I was of the color of his eyes. He smiled and closed his menu.
Over easy eggs! Clearly, Cassie is a genius worthy of the FBI. Just like that, she is drafted to join a special unit in the FBI. The Naturals. She lives and trains with four other teenagers, each with their own special skills. They may be kids, but they're soooooooooo much better than the real FBI agents.
No matter how long they did this job, or how much training they had, these agents would never have instincts as finely honed as ours.
Teen Titans Power, YEAH!
The kids, and they are kids---try to solve old cases for practice, they do training on random everyday subjects at malls, food courts. The teenagers in the prorgam play games, they flirt, they kiss. And there might be a serial killer out there who wants to collect Cassie as his prize.
Let's get this straight, this is Criminal Minds fanfiction, but it does not have an iota of the enjoyability.
Criminal Minds has amazing, complex characters The teens in the Naturals are teenagers. For better or worse. They have special abilities, there is no doubt of that, but I have serious doubts as to their judgment and their competence to actually fulfil their purpose when 90% of the times, they act like---well, really immature teenagers. The characters are teenagers who act positively juvenile; they have special abilities, but that is the limit to my interest towards them. There is nothing about the characters that make them stand out, that make me sympathize with them, that make me like them, despite the author's attempt at giving them sad backstories. They are merely teenagers who get on my nerves.
We have Dean, who is the James-Dean-esque weightlifting, bulky teenaged deliquent who looks ready to punch someone in the face at any second. Dean is a profiler, like Cassie. We have Lia, the sexy Asian girl, who wants to slither onto Michael's lap at any given second. Her specialty is lying, at detecting liars. We have Michael, the wealthy, (multiple) Porsche-owning trust funded, blue-blooded, smug-as-a-bug-in-a-rug son-of-a-bitch whose sole purpose in life is to make Dean lose control and to make Cassie want to rip his head off (when she's not kissing him, that is). We have Sloane, the duller than dull factoid spouter who is boring, and who's pretty much useless. I mean, anyone can spout off random-ass facts. I would be a much better Sloane. I mean, I have personality.
Cassie herself is boring, without personality. Cassie reminds me of geniuses who are so brilliant in one category that they are completely lacking in everything else in life. Life skills. Personality. Cassie is a good profiler, not great, I have a lot of skepticism where her skills are concerned, and I have to accept the fact that her natural talents are that---natural, inside her, because there is no explaining her talents otherwise. Frankly, Cassie never exhibits many signs of intelligence besides for her Natural Profiling skill.
The rest of the characters are largely unlikeable in one way or another, they are either surly, or selfish, or bitchy, or snarky, or else they blend into the shadow so much I hardly remember they're there. I think that's why Sloane spouts off so many random facts. If she didn't speak up once in awhile to say something completely random like "Less than point-five percent of the words in the English language contain all five vowels,” I would completely forget that she has ever been there.
Criminal Minds does not concern itself about their team playing petty mind games with each other, nor do they play Truth-Or-Dare There is so much antipathy between the characters. Dean and Michael are ready to strangle each other at any given second, and while Dean keeps quiet and stay true to his bad-boy-loner trope, Michaels is the Naturals version of The Simpson's Nelson Muntz, pointing his finger in Dean's face, going HAW-HAW!!!!!!
“Have you ever seen The Bad Seed?” he inquired politely. “The movie.” A muscle in Dean’s jaw twitched. “No.” Michael grinned. “I have.” Dean stood up. “I’m done here.”
**note: Dean's father is a serial killer, hence the Bad Seed joke. The Bad Seed is a movie where the child turns out to be an evil, murdering monstrosity.**
Criminal Minds does not concern itself with a fucking love triangle There's Cassie! Who will she fall for?! Is it bad-boy loner Dean? The surly boy who never, ever, EVEEEEEEEEER lets anyone close to his heart---until Cassie comes along! Or will Cassie fall for Michael! Michael with his movie-star good looks and multiple Porsches who hides his nonchalance behind a snarky exterior, never letting anyone see the warm, melty, oozing, cheesy (sorry, I haven't eaten dinner yet), fluffy interior. Over easy, indeed!
Or will it be Lia! Lia with her constant flirtation with Michael! Or does Lia love Dean instead?! Noooooooooo!
Fucking gag me, please.
Criminal Minds never has a fucking touching romantic moment right after leaving a crime scene with dead bloodied bodies and a killer on the loose
When Agent Starmans glanced in the room, all he saw was [him] and me. Kissing. The kiss in the pool was nothing compared to this. Then, our lips had barely brushed. Now, my lips were opening. Our mouths were crushed together. His hand traveled from my neck down to my lower back. My lips tingled, and I leaned into the kiss, shifting my body until I could feel the heat from his in my arms, my chest, my stomach.
Self-explanatory.
Criminal Minds has Reid. Sloane is no Reid Really, Sloane is the most useless character in the world. She does absolutely nothing besides spouting off random facts:
Sloane on coffee was a bit like an auctioneer on speed. The numbers poured out of her mouth rapid-fire, a statistic for every occasion. For eight hours. “Sixteen percent of American men have blue eyes,” she informed me blithely. “But over forty percent of male TV doctors do.”
Oh, and she's a really good hugger. Because every FBI investigative team needs a hugger. For hugs.
Sloane slipped an arm around my waist. “There are fourteen varieties of hugs,” she said. “This is one of them.”
Criminal Minds does not try to slut-shame a girl Lia. Poor Lia. She is sleek, she is Asian, she is sexy, she is tall. She also has a special ability to lie. She wears barely-there clothes. She makes numerous sexual innuendoes.
Agent Locke added, meeting Lia’s eyes, “she’s a very good liar.” Lia didn’t seem to take offense at the agent’s words. “I’m also bilingual,” she said. “And very, very flexible.” The second very was aimed directly at Michael.
Naturally, she's to be shamed for the way she dresses. Naturally she hits on the guys. Naturally, she eats ice cream for breakfast (in a sexual manner) and wears silk pajamas that leaves nothing to the imagination. Can we not do this, please? Can we just have normal characters who just happen to like dressing that way without writing it in a way so that the reader hates them?
If you want to read books about serial killers, I Hunt Killers by Barry Lyga is a good book. Alternately, you can just go watch Criminal Minds itself. Either way, I can guarantee you will get more enjoyment from either than you will ever get out of this book....more
I didn't expect to like this book as much as I did. I have been following this series from the beginning, and this latest installmenActual rating: 3.5
I didn't expect to like this book as much as I did. I have been following this series from the beginning, and this latest installment was such a pleasant surprise. It was almost as if the main character had a lobotomy or has ben taken over by a much more pleasant secret twin. This was a fun, action-packed book to read, made much more enjoyable by the growing maturity of the main character, Gwen. Despite that, it still has its faults, and I felt that it lacked the oomph needed to elevate it to a truly great book.
This is not a standalone. You will be hopelessly lost if you have not been keeping up with the series. In this latest installment, Logan has been in self-imposed exile, punishing himseslf for falling under the spell of the Reapers and trying to kill Gwen in the previous book. As it opens, Gwen is still trying to come to terms with her loss, and trying her best to decide how to solve the problem of Loki (sadly, not the Tom Hiddleston version), while the campus is under constant alert from potential Reaper attacks. Things transpire, and Gwen and her friends are forced to travel to the Colorado branch of Mythos Academy to find a rare flower in order to save the life of an important character. It is a trap. They know it is a trap. It is too obvious, but they have no other choice: there is no other option.
I was caught complete unaware by Gwen's personality change. I have always felt that Gwen was the weakest part of this series; it's especially bad when she is the main character, and the main narrator. This is a great example of how character development...and really, just how a series can improve in general. I absolutely hated Gwen when we meet her in the previous books: she was whiny, she is self-pitying, she is a slut-shamer. I could not see, for the life of me, the attraction that Logan felt for her. Gwen was a deplorable, Mary Sue of a character.
Gwen is a completely different person in this book. There is not one single instance of girl-on-girl hate, there is absolutely no slut shaming. She no longer hates people needlessly, irrationally, for having advantages that she never had. She does feel sorry for herself, sometimes (and given what she's gone through, it is completely understandable) but her Bella Swan moments are rare, and she tells herself to snap out of it as soon as Gwen realizes that she's letting herself wallow in depression.
I was only going through the motions, just like I had ever since Logan had left. More than once, I found myself staring off into space, wondering where he was and what he was doing. If he was okay. If he was cold or hungry or scared or tired. If he was thinking about me. After about two minutes of that, I’d shake off my sorrow and get angry at for myself for obsessing about him. Vic was right. I really needed to quit brooding and get on with killing Reapers.
*Claps* That's my girl! Gwen realizes that she has been a weak person, someone not very likeable. I love her self-recognizance; I love that she admits her faults, and that she is willing to learn and grow. She also odevelops empathy, when she sees as aspect of herself in others.
The other kids looked at the girl, but nobody approached her and nobody said anything to her. Nobody gave her so much as a cheerful wave or even a polite nod. The girl pretended that she couldn’t see the other kids deliberately avoiding her, but her jaw was clenched, and her whole body was tense with anger---and pain. She reminded me of, well, me. Back when I’d first come to Mythos, I’d been that exact same girl—the one standing all alone, watching the other kids around me, hoping that someone would at least notice me.
Gwen still has her spirit. She is still snarky, but I don't find it annoying. Her character growth was a breath of fresh air in this book, and it is my favorite thing about it.
Logan...oh dear. Buck up, man! I just wanted to shake him and tell him to wake the hell up. I think Gwen did it better than I can.
“Oh, quit feeling sorry for yourself.” Logan blinked. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” I said, my voice growing harsh. “Quit feeling sorry for yourself. Yeah, something horrible happened to you, and the Reapers tried to turn you into Loki’s little soul puppet. But you know what, Spartan? Horrible things have happened to all of us now---and more terrible things are in store. So suck it up and get back in the fight.”
Have I said how much I like the new, improved Gwen? Because I do. She is awesome in this book.
The plot is good, it flows naturally, and the action scenes were mostly well written (except for one moment: what's the difference between zigging versus zagging?). There is no purple prose, the writing is on point, and no more descriptive than it needs to be: it is intended for a younger audience, and so I have absolutely no problems with the simplistic style at all.
I am unhappy with the overuse of deus ex machina as a plot device in this book. Too many things happen by chance at just the right moment for it to be believable, and after awhile, it just gets annoying. I also do not like the one-dimensionality of the Reapers. They are purely evil, there is no other aspect of their personality at all. It is the same with the other characters, really, they are either good, or they are bad. It is very black and white, and aside from Logan and Gwen, and the added character of Rory, it doesn't seem like the author bothered to build up anyone's personality adequately at all. The adults are also portrayed as rather stiff and dull, and the talking sword, Vic, really, really got on my nerves.
Also, enough with the baby animals, really. First we have a baby Fenris wolf, and now a baby Gryphon? Enough is enough. This ain't cuteoverload.com.
If you have been following the series, I strongly recommend this book; otherwise, I don't know if I would still recomment the series to a new reader. One good book might not be enough to redeem the annoying quality of Gwen in the previous 4....more
I started reading this book with less than stellar (I am completely incapable of writing a review without at least one bad pun) expeActual rating: 4.5
I started reading this book with less than stellar (I am completely incapable of writing a review without at least one bad pun) expectations.
Really? I mean Earth Girl as a title? I know, prejudice against the title...Khanh, you stupid, immature little girl. I have my reasons, though. There have been few pieces of YA sci-fi fiction based on interplanetary plots that have been worth the time they took to read. The other reason was because the title brought to mind the kitschy movie Earth Girls are Easy, and so I just wanted to laugh at the title of this book.
Despite my reservations, this book is so, so much better than I expected. I came in with a lot of terrible expectations about this book, I started reading Earth Girl just hoping for a good laugh at best, and truly expecting the worst. I told myself, hey, at least if the book turned out really badly, I could use that as an excuse to get a drink as I continued on. Or 5. There's a silver lining behind every cloud (that comes from the foil-wrapped seal of my preferred brand of liquor). I do kid, I'm not an alcoholic despite my multiple references to drinking, I swear. Really!
Initially, it was a little jarring, as future slang and terminology and the history of the Earth and the colonies are thrown at us. Don't let the first few pages of the book turn you off, as it did for me. Our main character, Jarra, uses a lot of slang, a lot of her world's terminology, and it really can throw you off. Teenagers everywhere always have their own little popular vocabulary, and Jarra is no different, "Zan!" "Amaz!" "Nardle" etc, are thrown at us, and I admit to rolling my eyes so far back into my forehead after reading those phrases that I might have appeared possessed by an evil spirit to an unsuspecting bystander. The names also took quite a lot of getting used to, since they are not common names typically used today at all, but they are not vanity Mary Sue/Gary Stu names either. There is no Pagan, no Xander, no Destiny, no Nevaeh, none of that stupid shit here.
"My immune system can't survive anywhere other than Earth. I'm in prison, and it's a life sentence."
Jarra was a wonderful character. She's so full of self-righteous anger, and who can blame her, really? She's an "ape," a slang for those who are unable to survive outside of the immediate environment of Earth, and thus like others of her kind, considered disabled. People with this condition are highly looked down upon, they're viewed as mentally incapable, weak, with poor mental capacity.
To be crude, having a "nean" or an "ape" child in the future is like having a disabled child in the past, when we were so much less accepting of anything or anyone who is different. For the parents, it brings up all sorts of issues, there's blaming. Whose fault is it that their child is born an ape? Is it the mother's gene pool? The father's gene pool? Is it something that the mother does wrong during pregnancy? Did she travel somewhere and contract something? Did she eat a certain food (Karanth jelly)? There is blaming all around, and the result is not good. The majority of parents who end up having a child with this disorder end up divorced, and most choose to give up the child, who is then brought down to Earth, assigned a ProMum and ProDad for parenting duties a few hours every week, and generally forgotten.
Jarra grows up in this environment and equipped with this knowledge. She is inferior. People don't say it to their face, but it is implied that she is weak, that she is stupid, that she is not worthy. She knows that her kind are called names, "nean" and "ape" being highly reprehensible slang for those with the disorder, akin to calling someone a r*t*rd or a f*g. Jarra is angry. She knows she is better than that. She herself is prejudiced against those who are normal. As she reaches college age, Jarra sets out to prove them wrong. She applies to study in a college course on earth with other humans, normal ones, from other planets.
Her plan is a pretty immature one, but not uncommon and not out of character, considering the prejudice she has faced. She plans to infiltrate the group of foreign students, pose as one of them, albeit a Military kid, and at the end, after she has dazzled and fooled everyone with her disguise, Jarra pretty much plans to reveal the truth, point her finger at them and laugh. "Haw-haw!" Nelson Muntz-style. Ok, that last bit was my own addition, but you get the drift.
Well, things don't exactly work out as planned. Jarra joins the course, her instructor is not allowed to tell anyone of her disabled status, but he is clearly prejudiced against her for it and goes out of his way to pick on her. The other characters from other sectors threw Jarra for a loop. They are not the people she set out to hate. They are normal. They are no different than her, with weaknesses, strengths, sensitivities, hurts, and Jarra begins to realize that she is wrong. As much as Jarra experiences discrimination, she realizes that she has been discriminatory too, that normal people are in fact, no better than worse than anyone else she has ever known.
Her other classmates are lovely. Initially you can see Jarra start classifying them and stereoptying them into tropes. The sexually promiscuous cousins from Beta sector. The jerkwad. The likeable boy next door. Dalmora, the popular perfect queen bee who we set out to hate.
"I really and truly hate to admit I'm wrong, but sometimes I have to. Dalmora Rostha, the gifted daughter of Ventrak Rostha, born to be an adored Alphan vid personality of the future, and a living embodiment of everything I envied, was nice. I'd fought the idea for as long as I could, but she really was. It was truly sickening that someone so perfect should actually be nice as well."
Wrong, wrong, wrong. Take your high school tropes, toss them out the window. These people are not who they initially seem. That is the beauty of this book. Everything turns out to be so much more wonderfully complex than at first glimpse.
I really loved the world-building in this one. The history of Earth and how it came to be abandoned was well-done. The history of the other planets, the Sectors, were well-developed and well-described. The first-person narrative is not annoying at all, and I loved the insight into Jarra's thoughts as she gradually comes to term with her own prejudice and her preconceptions. I love her self-flagellation and grudging acceptance of her classmates, as well as her acknowledgement that she herself is imperfect, and her descent from hubris is a joy to read.
"The class might be exos, but they weren't a bad bunch. I’d taken an instant dislike to the Betans, but now they’d turned out to be being pretty noble in their way. I’d come to terms with the rest of the class being exos. The question was, could they come to terms with me being Handicapped?"
I do have one problem with this book that made it slow reading for me past the 50% mark. Jarra is TOO perfect, at times. I'm not talking about her personality, I am talking about her skills. She is smart, undoubtedly, but she is ultimately TOO COMPETENT in everything she does. She knows the history of the world and the sectors inside and out, she can operate complicated machinery, use rarified equipment, there is nothing she can't do it, seems. Ultimately, it bothered me, but did not majorly hurt my enjoyment of the book. I also love the relationship she develops with Fian. He is such a strong, loyal character, and I appreciate the fact that they didn't fall into insta-love. Jarra ain't got no time for that, y'all. She's a girl on a mission.
Highly recommended, and I greatly anticipate the next book in this series.
Thanks to my girl Faye for her beautifully persuasive review that finally convinced me to read this book =)...more
I honestly don't know how to rate this book. It's such an odd read, I came in with certain expectations as to the plot, the characteActual rating: 3.5
I honestly don't know how to rate this book. It's such an odd read, I came in with certain expectations as to the plot, the characters, and the writing, and none were reached. That isn't to say it's a bad thing, considering I had low expectations, but this book was so different from what I actually got. From the title, I expected a House of Night ripoff, and instead I got Gossip Girl meet cloak and daggers with a hint at the paranormal and a set of rules straight out of Fight Club.
Just look at some of the rules in the student manual. I actually burst out laughing when I read them:
"6. The identities of those involved in Night School are secret. Anyone who attempts to find out their identities will be punished. 7. ALL Night School activities are secret. Any member of Night School found to be divulging the details of those activities will be punished severely."
Come on, doesn't that just scream Fight Club?
I'm just...speechless. This is not to say the book was bad, it's actually quite enjoyable, but then again, I place a high value on reasonable character behavior, good plot-building, and good writing, and the book has plenty of the above. It's just that it goes on so long, dangling various shinies in front of me as a promise to a Big Reveal...and when the mystery is finally resolved, it was so anticlimactic that it felt...flat. I understand that this is meant to be the beginning to a series, and as such, it feels like Night School 0.5, it would be better off as a setup to the actual book with an actual plot that doesn't require 3/4 of the book to unwind. The book is just far, far too long for what it contains.
The premise: rebellious teenager Allie has been repeatedly arrested, and her parents are sick of it. She is sent to Cimmeria, a school where super-rich and influential people send their children. It appears that she's the only "normal" student there, who is neither admitted by legacy, nor with wealthy or powerful parents. She makes some friends, meets the Mean Girls, and falls in a love triangle. Strange things are happening on campus, students get mysteriously injured and attacked, accidents happen, Allie is bullied, and nobody seems to be able to give her a straight answer.
The good: the writing. The pacing may be slow as molasses, but the writing is very well done. I expected piss-poor writing and storytelling, but I was proven utterly wrong. The atmosphere and setting are so well-described, I could visualize everything that the author describes, from the beautiful setting of the Cimmeria campus, to the simple appearance of the character. However, it is never overdone, you will not find descriptiveness rivaling Dickens here. The writing is simple, subtle, and evocative, the characters' speech are natural. The hints given are subtle and not obvious, we are not hand-fed anything. Whatever criticism I might have for the book, there is absolutely no complaints from me on the quality of the writing. That was what I most enjoyed about the book.
The bad:
1. Allie: she is not the most sympathetic character. She is rebellious, snarky, with a teenager's apathy and hatred for authority. She was not always like this, as we know. Allie was previously a good student, a loving child, but all that disintegrated with the disappearance of her brother Christopher. She has since then done everything she can to make life difficult for herself, and her parents. In the beginning of the book, I felt so much sympathy for her parents when we meet them briefly, and for the only time in the beginning of the book as Allie is being arrested for the third time after having been caught vandalizing her school. They're weary, they're empty, they're humiliated from having gone through this three times, they're tired of all this. Her parents are sympathetic towards her, they, too, have suffered due to the Christopher situation, but this is too much. No yelling, no screaming, no threats. This is it. They're sending her to Cimmeria, which is her last hope, even if they have to make tremendous financial sacrifices for it.
Allie is so tremendously immature. I think the writer intends for her to seem that way, to be unlikeable and childish and stupid initially, so that we can see her character development. Her lack of maturity seems deliberate but it doesn't really endear me to her:
"Setting the black pieces on her side, she handed Allie a white knight. Allie held it up and made a neighing sound. Jo gave her a withering look. 'Pony,' Allie said weakly."
"'What's a parley?' Allie had asked at the time, adding hopefully, 'It's just a couple of letters away from party.'"
Brilliant...
The problem is that Allie never really grows up. She is rendered somewhat less rebellious by the strict code of behavior at Cimmeria, but her mental immaturity remains. She is defiant and obstinate, but I don't think she's too intelligent. She seems oddly incurious, Allie is frustrated by the lack of answers and all the secrecy because obviously something strange is going on, but she never truly demands that Carter tells her what the hell is going on. I do like the fact that she questions things, if something doesn't make sense, she does not hesitate to call it out, but she never outright demands answers. I did feel bad for Allie. She is out of place there, and everyone seems to know it. She is made to feel like she stands out, in a bad way. "Everybody treated her like the village idiot who’d slipped in when the guard's back was turned." Eventually, we get to know more about Allie and why she acts the way she does.
"'My mum and dad fought with each other, and I was just this...nuisance to them that they had to deal with. It was like, when he left he pulled the stopper from our lives and drained everything good out. They didn't love me any more. And I felt nothing at all.' She sighed shakily. 'Feeling something became really important to me. So I drank a lot; but actually that's kind of the opposite of feeling anything, you know?'"
She ends up growing on me, she's still not the type of character that I really like, but she is by no means a Mary Sue.
2. Carter: man, what a douchebag. A mysterious, hypocritical douchebag, and part one of the love triangle. I hated Carter West from the beginning. "He's constantly in detention. Thinks he knows everything and everybody else is shallow. He's infuriating. Half the teachers hate him, and the others treat him like, I don’t know, he's their kid or something. And he's a notorious womanizer. He gets what he wants and then he's not interested any more." Allie is warned away from him from the start, and I have to give her credit for recognizing that she shouldn't waste her time on him at one early point:
"'God, can you believe the energy we’re giving this conversation about some guy we don’t even like?'"
Carter doesn't get the message, he constantly gets underfoot and harasses her. He runs hot and cold towards Allie, and he irritates the hell out of me.
"'You don't. Ignore somebody. For weeks. And then. Ask them. Personal questions. You. Arsehole.'"
He tries to warn Allie of something but his warnings are vague and without reason, then Carter gets angry when Allie doesn't listen to his enigmatic warnings. He tells her to stay away from Sylvain because he is a womanizer, when he has done the same himself. The tension between Sylvain and Carter felt like nothing more than two alpha males defending their territory.
3. Love triangle - towards the beginning, you could see my lips curl up in disgust as I read the insta-attraction between Allie, Sylvain, and Carter.
"'Sylvain is kind of...special. His parents are very important people – he's from a very old family. And he's kind of an interesting guy in his own right. Lots of girls over the years have tried to get his attention, but nobody's ever really succeeded.' Jo chimed in. 'But then you came along and suddenly it’s like he has this huge crush.'"
Two of the most notoriously womanizing guy in the school are drawn towards her. Here we go again, ordinary-in-every-way girl all of a sudden gets the attention of the two most attractive guy in the school? Clichéd much?
4. The mystery - this was the most frustrating part. The mystery and how it was revealed moved like molasses. It was so slow to get revealed, I don't think I'm particularly stupid, but I had no idea what the hell was going on with all the attacks and the mysterious accidents until a good 3/4 of the book was over. Strange things happen in the forest. Students get hurt. Hints get given, but they're misleading:
"'I heard something growl,' she admitted, 'like a dog. But I heard footsteps, too. The human kind.' 'What do you think it could have been?' she asked. 'I mean, do people have dogs here? Like teachers or...staff?'"
Reading this, one might think that the author is setting us up for a paranormal of the big, furry, go crazy during a full moon type of Reveal. One would be wrong. I was so frustrated reading this, and so angry at the final reveal. It's like having a big slice of chocolate cake dangled in front of you as you run, and then after getting the cake...it turns out to be carob. What a tremendous letdown. I like the story, I grew to eventually like the characters, I'm curious enough to find out where this series is headed, but I'm just disappointed at the conclusion because it felt like I was so mislead. It's like a paper maze where the beginning and the end are just adjacent to each other, only the path on paper takes you through half the maze to get the the exit....more
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.” “Thank you, sir.” “And there’s no need to thank me!” the professor snapped. “I’m sorry---Oh dear!” Percy murmured, biting her lip and yearning to retreat into her corset.
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
Purely out of curiosity, I'm continuing on with what I feel like is a faint shadow of the Vampire Academy series. In this book, Alex continues on withPurely out of curiosity, I'm continuing on with what I feel like is a faint shadow of the Vampire Academy series. In this book, Alex continues on with her training, snarks off even more to Seth/her instructors/everyone in a position of power, despite knowing what's in store for her if she gets in further trouble (mindless servitude to Pures). The plot is also gaping with holes; several important plot points never got resolved in my mind. They were just presented, then seemingly forgotten about through the very end, even if they were a recurring point in the story (the mysterious servants at the New York Covenant, for one).
I think my main qualm with this book is not so much that it's a copy of another series. I have no problems with that. Masterpieces are influential; great works of arts often start an entire new movement. I don't see the negativity in imitation as long as the imitation is an amazing one. My main problem with this series is the main character, Alex.
Alex is such a bloody hypocrite. She loses her temper easily, she is bitchy (admittedly so to herself). She slut shames (calling a rival a skank? Not cool). She repeatedly makes terrible decisions, suffer bad consequences, and then regrets it in hindsight. And still, STILL, after everything she's done, she repeatedly makes the same mistakes, showing no signs that she has learned from her experiences or has matured in any way.
"I didn’t think; I just launched my shiny red apple right at her face."
Yep. She didn't think. It seems to be the recurrent theme in the book.
Alex's personality, actions, and beliefs are all contradictory. She is supposed to be an amazing fighter, killing three daimons on her own, yet she can barely hold her own in class.
Romvi was an embarrassment to the male race, but he didn’t hear me bitching.
Calling your instructor names after he beat your ill-prepared ass to the mat. Real mature, Alex.
She hates her uncle and stepfather, and refuses to acknowledge the fact that she really owes much to them. Her peers and instructors accuse her of using her influential guardians and family to get out of trouble, and they're right. With all the stupid shit Alex pulls, having the Headmaster as an uncle and the Minister as a stepfather has gotten her out of trouble countless times.
When the school seems to be infiltrated by daimons, Alex rebels against the restrictions placed on her and the other half-bloods, even while knowing that the Pures themselves are placed under similar rules. She chafes against the rules and seeks to break then as much as possible.
While visiting the zoo, Alex sees the caged animals and observes "Here the animals are safe. Out in the wild, they’d be killing one another or being poached. I know they’ve lost their freedom, but sometimes things have to be sacrificed."
Uhh...a little contradictory there, Alex? It seems like that's what they're doing at school. Aren't you being a bit of a hypocrite?
The list goes on and on. Repeated mistakes, no learning, no maturation.
"I should’ve stayed in my room like I was supposed to. There was a reason why a curfew had been imposed. The sanctuary of the Covenant had been violated once. I’d forgotten that, or I just hadn’t thought about it, or cared.
I never stopped to think."
No shit, Sherlock.
Despite everything she fails at doing, despite barely being able to hold her own in class, Alex is still queen of the Mary Sues. Without being even a Sentinel, she single-handedly kills daimons, furies...everything they can throw at her. Yeah, I know she's the Apollyon. There has to be some sort of realism in her development as a fighter. To flunk so badly in practice and in class and then become a superhero in the middle of a real fight? Doesn't work that way. I don't buy it.
Another thing that irked me...I don't know if it's my version of the e-book that's got the spelling wrong, but the singular for furies is A FURY, not furie.
I might have rated this book higher had I read this before Richelle Mead's Vampire Academy series. As it stands, the characters and the plot all feelsI might have rated this book higher had I read this before Richelle Mead's Vampire Academy series. As it stands, the characters and the plot all feels like a very watered down version of VA. I couldn't help comparing one character to the next, and they all felt lacking. The premise is slightly different, but the boarding school setting, the reviled and necessary half-bloods, the evil daimons/strigoi, all felt rehashed, and not in a good way.
Alex is Rose, without the spunk, with more slut-shaming (does she really need to repeatedly call her nemesis Lea a skank? Is it necessary to mention that Lea is probably promiscuous?). Her actions are more impulsive than rational. While Rose is literally, kick-ass, Alex is relatively weak, and her wins versus the daimons seemed more coincidental than from purely skill. Like Rose, Alex has been on the run for awhile, but it feels like she lacks the common sense to survive on her own.
While Rose is spunky and impulsive, she has the good sense to keep it under control when it matters most, whereas Alex just feels the need to be contrary just for the sake of pissing people off, even when she is endangering her whole future. When your options are entering in a lifelong sentence of mindless servitude or being a more or less respected Sentinel, any person with common sense would try to behave and not get into further trouble. Not Alex. She is smart-mouthed and just a jerk in general, even admitting it herself.
There is the love interest, Aiden, a watered-down version of Dimitri. Caleb, the lesser version of Christian. The almighty Seth is the only one of whom I can't find a clear-cut double in Vampire Academy, but he's not altogether likeable yet.
It seems as if all of Alex's companions and closer friends are male. I'm really smelling a Mary Sue here, but I'll continue on with the series to see if that's the case.
I do like the incorporation of mythology. Whereas in some other series I've read like Mythos Academy, the living gods and goddesses do not get involved in the characters of their creation, whereas here they actually do take a part in monitoring their descendants. I enjoy the bits of lore, and I hope that will be fleshed out in the books to come....more
Daphne Du Maurier is rolling in her grave right now. I love reading alternative retellings of my favorite books. MInspired by Rebecca, you say?
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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 reboundgirlfriend. Along the way, strange, mysterious, inexplicable things happen, and...yeah, it pretty much mirrors Rebecca in plot development, with some modern-day adjustments. The Manderley Ball? That's the Valentine's Day dance to you!
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
I don’t want to be with someone who completes my soul; I want someone who will open it. I want to be able to choose.
This book was a pleasant surprise.I don’t want to be with someone who completes my soul; I want someone who will open it. I want to be able to choose.
This book was a pleasant surprise. I enjoyed the first book in the series enough, but felt it was simplistic overall. Everything in the first book felt...lacking in complexity; things were smooth, almost too smooth. She had pretty much one love interest, spent time daydreaming about Dante, her ONE TWOO WUV, she had good friends, and the Monitors were fairly antagonistic but by means was her life difficult.
It's not that I like things challenging for my main characters. I want to like my main characters; I don't want the queen bitch in the school making life a miserable, living hell for them every minute of every second of every day, but I'd like my protagonist to face a little bit of a challenge. It gives them character, it builds up their personality, their strength, and in this book, we see Renée grow a backbone. She stops swooning over the perfect Dante, she realizes that it's ok to be attracted to someone else, she feels guilt, she learns to defend herself against attacks from the odious Clementine.
Renée even learns to question Dante. She does not blindly accept that because she loves him, that he can do no wrong, that he may be someone different than whom she had believed him to be. She is not so blind to love that she does not see his faults or question his actions when things doesn't feel right. In the first book, she is blindly infatuated with Dante, in this one, she learns that love doesn't mean you need to blindly trust someone. Good for her.
I felt the mystery was well done here, too. The new Canadian setting is interesting, as was the flashbacks that gave us more insight into the background of the Monitors and the history of the schools. I wish that there were more details about the classes at the new school, and I wish that things weren't left on a cliffhanger at the end of the book. (It would also have been nice to get a nice confrontation with Clementine, too, but if wishes were horses, I'd have a ranch)....more