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it was ok
| Once again, my chest tightened, and there was that weird fluttering sensation that was like butterflies. But it couldn’t be butterflies. I did not Once again, my chest tightened, and there was that weird fluttering sensation that was like butterflies. But it couldn’t be butterflies. I did not have butterflies over David Stark.25% of the way in, I was sure I would give this book a 4, but I ended up wanting to fling this book at Harper's head. This book may be really, really cute, but overall, it's just an overextended love triangle without much of a plot. Nothing of importance happens in this book. [image] This was not a bad book by any means. I absolutely adored the main character, the relationships and the friendships were wonderfully written, the high school kids were just plain cute. But seriously, there was no fucking point to the love triangle, and I wanted to bash my head in every time the WONDERFUL BESTEST BOYFRIEND EVER Ryan clashed with BROODING HIPSTER ASSHOLE (with a heart of gold) David. Not since Unearthly has a love triangle been so dragged out to agonizing nonresolution until the very fucking end. There was no fucking point to this love triangle. Why did it need a love triangle? Why could she not protect one guy and be his friend while remaining with her current boyfriend?! Why?! If you don't mind the love triangle, I would recommend this book, because it was seriously sweet, as in the "I just ate a half pound of French chocolate truffles, but who cares, bitches, they're TRUFFLES!" sort of sweet. It was the good kind of sweetness. This book is so lighthearted and cute. But that love triangle, man! The Summary: “So, Harper Jane Price. Are you ready to accept your destiny?”It's silly, but if Harper hadn't forgotten her lip gloss, this never would have happened. Harper Jane Price, Southern Belle extraordinaire, is perfect. She has a great life (let's not talk about her dead sister), a loving, wonderful boyfriend Ryan, fantastic friends, adoring parents, and a bright future. Southern Belles are beautiful on the surface, sure, but what you might fail to notice upon first glance is that they have a backbone made of steel. Harper is one of those "I don't know how she does it" type of gal. Great grades, school president, popular, admired. Until the night it all starts to unravel. Until the night she forgot her lipgloss at the homecoming dance. Because then she had to borrow her friend's lip gloss. Because she stepped into the bathroom, only to encounter her school janitor, Mr. Hall, bloody and battered. His breath was coming out in short gasps, and there was a dark red stain spreading across his expansive belly. There was no doubt in my mind that he was dying.Before dying, Mr. Hall breathes an ice-cold breath of air into Harper's lungs (ew), and whispers to her... “Look after him, okay?” he said, his eyes looking glazed again. “Make sure he’s...he’s safe.”WTF?! So there's Harper, in her Homecoming outfit (which cost over $1k), hovering over a dead man. SHIT. And to make it worse, at that moment, her history teacher barges in. Not only does he insult her... “I really can’t think of a worse choice,” he said, still smiling, “than the bimbo who wrote a paper on the history of shoes for my class.”But he tries to kill her!! He doesn't exactly succeed, because somehow Harper finds the strength in herself to kick his ass. The sword was still poised in the air when I came to an abrupt stop and sunk the heel into his throat, right under his jaw.He really shouldn't have called her a bimbo. So crap, what the fuck is all this?! Before he died, Mr. Hall muttered something about a "Pal," and some vague shit about protection. After Googling this shit, Harper theorizes that the "Pal" means Paladin (Thank you, World of Warcraft, really!). So the only thing Harper has to figure out now is who she's meant to protect. Mr. Hall hadn’t been a superhero. He’d been a Paladin, and that was . . . different, right? And what—or who—had been his noble cause?She'll figure it out eventually. Meanwhile, there's school to deal with. Not to mention asshole hipster extraordinaire David Stark. Everyone has a thorn in their life, and David Stark is Harper's pain in the ass. He's the only skinny-jean wearing hipster in the entire school, and ever since childhood, David's mission has been to take Harper down. Currently, he's on the school paper, writing vicious articles about her, and this latest one is the last fucking straw. Under the picture of me and Bee, there was a smaller caption: Homecoming Queen misses crowning under mysterious circumstances. My eyes darted over the rest of the article as my heart started pounding. “...hiding in the boys’ room...violently ill...tension between the ‘Queen Bee’ and her underling, Bee Franklin...this reporter...”Harper Price is PISSED, and she's going to murder that asshole. Except she can't. Whatever the reason, my right hand shot up to slap David Stark across the face.Well, fuck. It turns out that Harper is a Paladin chosen to protect David. And as much as she hates him, she can't hurt him. In fact, she has to protect him with her life. What will become of Harper's life? Her relationship with her friends, her wonderful boyfriend? Is she prepared to give it all up to protect David? I withdrew my hand. “No, thank you.”Well, we all know that it's not that simple. But Harper already has so much on her plate. How is she going to deal with David...while trying to maintain her relationship with Ryan?! “But you’re always arguing with him. Or talking about him. Or competing with him. And sometimes I wonder how you can be so obsessed with someone you supposedly hate.”And Ryan is so understanding. He's trying to understand WHY she's spending so much time away from him. Harper is so busy sneaking around with David talking about being a Paladin that she just doesn't have any time for the perfect Ryan anymore. And Ryan really is perfect. “I love you,” he said at last. “You know that. But it’s...it’s like we’re speaking two different languages most of the time. Harper.” He tugged on my hand. “If there’s something going on with you, you can tell me, okay?”Even as he suspects something's going on between David and his girlfriend... “You guys seemed pretty...intense yesterday,” Ryan said, dropping my hand.THAT'S THE ENTIRE FUCKING BOOK. The Premise: The Paladin thing is just...strange. This is pretty original, in that I've rarely seen the concept of the Paladin used, and to be honest...it doesn't quite work. It's just a protector, nothing more. Someone assigned to protect a person, and the concept was not convincing. The mythology behind it wasn't well-drawn enough to be truly attractive, and overall, I just found the concept rather baffling. This book completely lacks Hex Hall's magic in that sense. It is an urban fantasy that's too light on the fantasy, with almost no relevant action at all. Harper: She is just a fabulous narrator. [image] The quintessential Steel Magnolia. She reminds me a little bit of Mac in the Fever series. Before you go running away, I have to make a case for Harper. She is young, she is 17, and she is so utterly competent. Think of Harper as Mac 4.0. Harper has none of Mac's immaturity, on the contrary, Harper is astoundingly capable. She is cheerleader, class president, Homecoming organizer, she's in the Future Business Leaders of America, she's got great grades, she's got a gentle nature, she holds it all together. Most of it had to do with the fact that she's trying to get over her sister's death. Harper organizes away her grief with perfection. So much that her parents worry about her. And the next time I did school stuff in the middle of the night, I just did it in my closet with the door locked. Honestly, what is wrong with this country when striving for excellence means you need antidepressants?I absolutely loved Harper. She is never judgmental, she is a Southern Belle with none of the annoying characteristics, and honestly, I hate to generalize, but if you've got an Y chromosome, you're probably not going to like this book because Harper is so adorably girly. THE MOTHEREFFING LOVE TRIANGLE: Ryan was a good guy. He always had been.[image] Harper has a boyfriend, Ryan, and he is absolutely perfect. Handsome, smart, he has supported her throughout her family tragedy. He has stood by her while she joins 1000000 school committees, waiting patiently for her to make time for him. She's been in love with Ryan since 3rd grade, and it took her 6 years to get him. They've been dating for a couple of years, and Ryan is an absolute darling. He is an utter gentleman. He lowered his head and kissed me, albeit pretty chastely. PDA is vile, and Ryan, being my Perfect Boyfriend, knows how I feel about it.He gets along with her friends. “Ladies,” Ryan said, nodding at Amanda, Abigail, and Mary Beth. “Let me guess. Y’all are...plotting world domination?”Her parents adore him. He truly is a wonderful guy. He's concerned about her, about all the pressures Harper places on herself. And Harper adores him. Until David Stark steps into the picture. She and David have known each other since they were children, too, it's a small Southern town, y'all. Harper and David have been each others' nemesis their entire lives, since the cradle, almost. He and I had loathed each other since kindergarten. Heck, even before that. Mom says he’s the only baby I ever bit in daycare.It followed through to middle school. “I’m sure you’d hate to miss everyone’s felicitations.”He's taken to writing vicious articles attacking her leadership in school, and implying that she was pregnant. But the instant Harper gets "assigned" to protect him...suddenly, something fucking changes! For one horrifying second, I thought he was going to kiss me. I wasn’t really sure how I’d react if he did.AND SO THE APOCALYPSE BEGINS. Who will it be? Will it be Ryan, lovely boyfriend Ryan who's waiting patiently on the side while Harper gets all her school shit and secret Paladin shit together? Or will it be David?! Still, I had to admit, yellow was a good color on him. It brought out the gold in his hair, and—SO WHO WILL SHE MOTHERFUCKING CHOOSE?! Wonderful, neglected Ryan, or asshole-with-a-heart David? And will she ever stop being a motherfucking terrible girlfriend?! “But, God, Harper, sometimes I feel like your whole life is a checklist, and I am way down at the bottom. And, you know, every once in awhile, you throw me a bone to keep me happy.”[image] ...more |
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it was ok
| “Let me make sure I understand—you want me to lie to my dad, turn my back on my species, my people? Do you really expect me to trust an Ancient ove “Let me make sure I understand—you want me to lie to my dad, turn my back on my species, my people? Do you really expect me to trust an Ancient over my own family?”I have no words. This is your typical teenaged-heroine-saves-the-world book that really doesn't have anything new to add the standard range of YA tropes: - The main character is really smart (but makes tremendously dumb choices) - Her love interest is a stalker (but it's ok, because he's just protecting her while she's taking off her clothes) - There's no point in kicking some ass when you have a boy there to protect you (even if you're more than capable of doing it) - The human race is full of assholes - There's going to be a love - Evolution doesn't work, because futuristic humans are really, really stupid - Aliens are horrifying dumb despite their supposed age, technology, and sagacity For example, this is how they disguise themselves: “But they aren’t like us. If you look closely you can see their skin is neither white nor brown, neither light nor dark. See,” she says, tapping the screen, “it’s almost golden."According to that definition, I'm pretty sure 90% of my Goodreads friends are aliens. Oh, but they have swirly blue/green eyes. WHY NOT JUST UN-SWIRLY THEM THEN? They can make themselves look human but they can't get fucking normal eyes? Maaaaan. The Summary: I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to think. All I know is that I’m in trouble, maybe even we’re in trouble, yet all I can think about is the way he just said my name. Ari. He says it like I’m more than just a girl who everyone recognizes but no one sees.Ladies and gentlemen, meet Ari Alexander. One day, she will be your military leader. Lock your doors. Hide your children. Fear for your lives. Let's start at the beginning. It's the year 2140, World War IV has passed, and humans are pretty much fucked because everything went BOOM during a nuclear war (always the nuclear war. Always). Thanks to radiation and shit, the earth is pretty much a wasteland; Mother Nature doesn't really have much in her womb anymore. DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN. Enter the aliens, or, as we call them, Ancients. The Earth's remaining population is suffering from all sorts of evils like famine, disease, and Justin Bieber (there's one in every generation); instead of letting us rot in our own shit, the Awesome Ancients decide to help us out! They're gonna fix the earth, make it so that we can plant again, give us time and space to grow and rebuild. All we have to do is let them go on top of us for a few hours a night. Wait, what? Get your mind out of the gutter, it's just a simple exchange of bodily fluids, ok? Wait, what? OK, LET ME REPHRASE THAT. They're sucking out our antibodies. There's nothing sexual about it. But MAN, their bodily fluids taste awesome! A single drop of liquid hits my lip, and reflexively I lick it away. My taste buds explode with flavor. A perfect mixture of sweet and sour, warm and cold.ALIEN SEMEN, YUM! I'm just kidding. Really. Ok, time to get back on track. Ari Alexander is 17. She is going to be a Commander (military-type thingy) when she grows up. It's a position that will pass onto her through the current Commander, her father. Ari has been raised her entire life to be a fierce combatant, a future leader, one who will serve and protect her country. And she totally sells out to the aliens in about 5 minutes. One night, Ari couldn't find the Patch that'll make her unconscious before the aliens go on top of her, and as a result, she remains awake. She sees the Alien, only...she knows this alien. He (it?) goes to her school. It—he—hovers above me as light as air. A bright glow encircles him. His eyes are closed. A sweet smile rests on his perfect face.Jackson goes to her school. This isn't good, BECAUSE THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. There are rules about this, the aliens are not supposed to be on Earth without permission. They're sure as fuck not supposed to be in school with her. This is a HUGE security breach. Ari should notify her dad, the Commander, who will then notify the Prime Minister, who will notify the world's leaders, and DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS. But Jackson's not a bad person (or so he says). He's just trying to prevent war from happening between humans and aliens. In order to do that, he needs to enlist Ari's aid. What is Ari going to do? Is she going to tell her dad, the experienced military man? Or is she going to take the word of someone who's lied to her all along? Wanna guess? And is she going to be able to save two entire species while falling in love? ;_;? "Did you completely allow your feelings to overcome your logic?”The Aliens: Also known as: DUMBASSES. Ok, as I mentioned above, the humans and aliens are at war. Secretly. Neither side knows that the other side is planning to annihilate each other, except for Jackson and Ari, who are trying to be the middleman (it took me awhile to figure out, this book made it really, really confusing). Apparently, the aliens need Earth because it has water, and they need human antibodies in order to go down to Earth and get water, with the caveat that one day they will Coexist with us on earth. Uh, so why not just kill us earlier, and be done with it. Seriously, why the fuck not? I don’t know if Jackson overestimates the Ancients or underestimates us, but I do know they have abilities and advanced technology far beyond anything we’ve even considered.The aliens SAVED humans when we were falling apart, why not just, you know, take our antibodies and then KILL EVERYONE. Easier, right? You can't tell me that these aliens developed all this technology, all this intelligence, all these skills while being completely peaceful people. And now they're apparently willing to kill the people of Earth in 2140 because we're rebelling, so why not just save the trouble and kill us off while we were at our weakest? What's the fucking point of allowing us to rebuild and improve our technology, give us back our food, clean our water, etc? You don't want your food putting up a fight, man. Dumb fucking aliens. The Humans: Also known as: THE OTHER DUMBASSES. It's 2140. There's hardly any food, you have to eat food pills instead. An actual meal can cost a normal person a month's salary. Yet we've got advanced technology so that we can aspire to Bite The Hands That Feed Us. We don't have countries anymore, we have continents, and a Presidential position for each of the continents. African President, European President, Asian President, etc (no idea how that happened). Forget about States in the US, those are, like, poof! And apparently we've regressed (somehow) to a hereditary system. We have three major sectors, the Chemists, the Parliament, the Engineers (no idea how that got established), basically the people who make shit, the people who rule over shit, and the people who protect the people who rule over shit. Leadership positions, such as the President and the Commander are hereditary, meaning they're passed on from parent to child (irregardless of sex). Ok, that kinda works, except for... The Australian Trinity has since been dissolved, thanks to the last leader being unable to have children to continue the legacy of the founding Australian leader.What. The. Fuck? Are you telling me that we're so fucking stupid in the future that YOU CAN'T JUST ELECT ANOTHER PRESIDENT? Hell, they did it in Medieval times? A king dies without children, EVERYONE FIGHTS FOR THE FUCKING THRONE (so sorry, Joffrey). And a thousand years in the future, WE'RE LETTING AN ENTIRE CONTINENT PRETTY MUCH GO TO PICES BECAUSE WE CAN'T SIMPLY ELECT AN HEIR? I have no words for this stupidity. PEOPLE OF THE FUTURE, YOU FAIL ME. Trust a Pretty Face: "I know you don’t trust me, and I don’t blame you, but at least wait until I can explain.” He bends down in front of me so we’re eye to eye. “Can I count on you to keep this a secret? Just please—”For someone who's been spoonfed military strategy and combat skills with a tough-as-nails dad her entire fucking life, Ari is a fucking moron. Why the fuck does she trust Jackson 5 minutes after she discovers that he's an alien who's been hiding under her nose?! Her dad is the military expert, where's the loyalty? Where's the family trust? Why the fuck are you choosing to believe in someone who's supposed to be your potential enemy, the source of much fear and suspicion? Someone from a species you're been scared of your whole life? Don't be a fucking idiot. In the real world, would you trust a spy? Someone from an enemy nation? Someone you KNOW is capable of killing the entire human race, if not just you? No! The Characters: Are without character. Really, they're so fucking bland. Jackson's kind of an asshole, except he's not really. He uses his "I'M AN ALIEN" excuse to be in her room all. the. fucking. time. He's kind of a playboy, but not really. He's kind of nice, but not really. Ari is kind of kick-ass, except she falls in love a lot, and then she keeps having these awkward moments with Jackson when they're supposed to be having secret spy meetings. I can't even find much to mock about them because they're both just so insufferably fucking dull. The Romance: *takes a deep breath* Ari is engaged to Lawrence, who likes Ari a lot, but might have a crush on Gretchen, who's Ari's best friend, who can't really help the way she feels, but Ari is secretly in love with Jackson, who is supposed to be dating MacKenzie, who has loved him but he doesn't return her feelings. That's a mouthful. I can't even mock the romance because, once again, it is so DULL, like the characters. There's no spark whatsoever. There's a halfhearted hint of a love triangle between Ari and Jackson and Lawrence but I don't give a flying fuck because they were so boring. Honestly, there's more chemistry between me and the 70-year old retiree who hogged my machine at the gym today. Overall: A book with a questionable settings, really boring characters, and an action-packed second half that somehow manages to bore me out of my mind. ...more |
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Actual rating: 2.5 “A story? You are recording your horrors?”Actual rating: 2.5 “A story? You are recording your horrors?”There is nothing bad about this book, but fans of The Madman's Daughter series will find that this series pales in comparison. It is so, so predictable. This book has a beautiful atmosphere, it has an enjoyable main character and narrator. However, the pacing is slow, the plot is easily foreseeable by anyone not mentally deficient, and there was not enough horror to hold my interest. The mysteries, the "hints," the murders...all fell flat. The mystery feels incomplete. This book also takes a considerable amount of liberties with Edgar Allan Poe. Poe Purists will not enjoy this book. This is going to be a very brief review (for me, that is), because there's just not much I can say about this book. I just don't have a whole lot of complaints or praises for this book. It doesn't hurt, but neither is it great. I made a reference to The Madman's Daughter and I meant it. That book is superior to this one in every way. You will find more horror in that book, you will find a better mystery, you will find a character who is not so dishwater-pale. This book is not terrible, but it is just washed out in comparison. The Summary: It seems the stories I have been told were untrue. The streets of America are not paved with gold but with uneven stones.Annabel Lenore Lee has newly arrived in Philadelphia. It is 1826. Annabel has spent the past 10 years living with her beloved mother (now deceased) in Siam (present-day Thailand). Compared to beautiful, colorful, vibrant, sunny Siam, dank, dark, gloomy Philadelphia could not be more different. Her home is beautiful, grand, a majestic mansion. A sense of unease fills my stomach as I stare up at what is to be my new home.But it's all the less welcoming for it. Life in a new country takes getting used to. From knowing "her place" as the young mistress of a house...apparentlyy, a young lady is not expected to help out around the house---as compared to Siam, where there are no class lines among the villagers and missionaries. I hurry out of bed and reach for the bucket. “Let me help you with that.”To dressing, to behaving like a young lady in a culture so completely foreign to her. “Practice makes perfect. It shall certainly take time to prove this with someone of your limited background.”Frankly, life in America sucks. She is a disgrace. Her father is disappointed in her. Annabel is unwanted, a disappointment. A disgrace. Father takes another step closer. Deep lines mark his face. He looks almost as old as Grandpere. “She bowed like a man, for God’s sake. Her manners are sorely lacking, and until they have been improved, I shall not encourage her.”The only bright spot in her life are her beloved grandfather...and a young man. Allan Poe. All is not well in Philadelphia. The headlines of the newspaper scream of murder, death, dismemberment. MURDER AT RITTENHOUSE SQUARE.The streets of Philadelphia aren't the only place that holds secrets and danger. There are mysterious figures walking her gardens at night. There is a strange, nervous, twitchy young man newly hired to watch over the grounds of the mansion. There are hidden rooms in Annabel's new home. Rooms that she should not explore. Every muscle in my body has tightened and my hand shakes when I place it upon the doorknob. I take a deep breath and try to steady my nerves, and just as I am about to turn the knob—And then there's the kindly Allan's cousin. One who terrifies her. One who holds suspicion. “Allan’s always a gentleman, that one,” Cook replies.There are many secrets and mysteries within her house, surrounding her friends, and a man she is coming to love. Annabel must confront these mysteries, as well as come to face with the darkness that may be within her. I did it because I thoughtThe Setting: There is a dark Gothic feel about this book, and it is quite atmospheric. It is to be expected, since the basis of this book is Edgar Allan Poe, after all. All I can make out is a large structure of pale stones, tall doors, and rows of windows gleaming like sharp teeth against the night.There are a ton of rains and thunderstorms, and dreary weather in general. It doesn't hold a candle to the beautiful gaslamp-lit setting in The Madman's Daughter. There are a few grisly scenes in a book, some involving the dissection of an animal. Again, there is no comparison. I was only mildly intrigued. I was never disgusted by any of the very minute gore in this book, and I longed for more blood, more horror. I never got it. The Characters: Bland. All of them. Including Edgar & Allan Poe, which is simply unforgivable. Allan Poe is more romantic lover and brooding poet than a wildly exciting hero...which is rather appropriate to the actual person, I suppose. We see Allan as he struggles to put down his words, to write his story. His attention returns to me. “Have you ever felt a story was inside you, but you could not do it justice? It’s as if there were something standing in your way, blocking you from being able to write the story, and only this other piece of you could understand whatever it was?”As for Annabel, I just don't have much to say. She is likeable, but she is so bland that I feel she has no personality at all. I like her; if we were to meet in the streets as strangers, she is the sort at which I would nod a polite hello, but I would completely forget her by the next street. Annabel is a really nice person. She is truly, genuinely nice. She is smart. She is an aspiring surgeon, which displeases her father to no ends. Annabel truly wants to please her father. She is a people-pleaser, and it upsets her so much that she keeps continuing to be a disappointment. I am saddened that I have already offended Father with my rough manners and poorly chosen gift.She has knowledge of medicinal herbs, and she constantly makes references to Siam, which is appropriate, but I felt like it disrupted the flow of the book quite a bit. Not to mention the discrepancies in the references to Siam. They don't have kimonos in Thailand. Wrong country. The Romance: There is no insta-love, but there is a fair amount of romance. I did not mind the romance. I did not mind that her heart beats quickly at the thought of Allan. It is appropriate for the time, it is expected of a sheltered young woman, with few friends, who seeks the kindness and love and acceptance that she does not receive from her own father. The romance is predictable, and unremarkable, like everything in this book. Quotes taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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| "...it’s the name of the most evil Black Witch there has ever been.” "...it’s the name of the most evil Black Witch there has ever been.”Oh, hi, Voldemort! This book is Snape: The Teenage Years. Only without much magic. WHERE'S MY MOTHERFUCKING MAGIC? Is it too much to ask for magic in a book about WITCHES?! If I'm going to read Dracula, I want some fucking vampires, and I want them to suck the bloody hell out of some humans. If I'm going to read about witches, I want some fucking hocus pocus shit, ok? This is basically the story of Harry Potter's Severus Snape, if Voldemort had been his daddy. He's also got a Lily to comfort him and some Marauders-wannabes beating him up. If you are a Harry Potter fan, you will find the setting in this world quite familiar, which is good, because the setting in this book is very poorly built. This book has excellent character development, a sympathetic main character (OH COME ON, WHO DOESN'T LOVE SNAPE?!), but almost no magic at all for a book with witches. The plot is vague, the setting is unclear, it's well-written for a character insight, but that's the limit of this book. The plot is long-winded, and there's not much of it. There are a lot of beatings, a lot of torture, a lot of discrimination and hate, a lot of angst, and not a whole lot of story or world-building. The book was just all over the fucking place. Let's get the elephant in the room out of the way: there are a lot of similarities to Harry Potter in this book, but there is no comparison with the original series. In this book, we have a corrupt Council (HP's Ministry of Magic), we have Hunters (Aurors), we have the Pure (Purebloods), a term for non-magical humans, Fain (Muggles), and for god's sakes, we have a Cobalt Alley... The beginning of this book is confusing as fuck. This was literally my reaction for the first 10% of the book: [image] Hang in there. It gets better. The Summary: Some people have the worst fucking luck in the world. Meet Nathan Byrn. He is Half-Black. No, it doesn't mean he's got African ancestry, it means that he is half Black Witch. His father is a notorious Black Witch, a murderer of hundreds. A name reviled by the White Witch community. As his son, Nathan is despised. Nobody loves him but (most of) his immediate family. Not his mother, because his mother is dead. Dead because of him. “She’s dead because of you.”His oldest sister reviles him. His other siblings and Gran love him and try to protect him, but they can only do so much against a world that is inclined to discriminate against those with Half Black blood. This is not a happy book. Throughout the book, we see how the world turns against Nathan. From his own sister, who constantly tries to intimidate him, to the bullies at school, who pound him into the ground. Niall catches me on the side of the head with the brick and Connor is clinging on to me.Pain and misery and torture. That is the extent of Nathan's life. It never stops. He puts the point back into my left shoulder blade and I clench my jaw and scream while he makes another cut.Even his mentor is more prisoner than friend. The routine is the same as ever. And so is the cage. And so are the shackles. The choker is still on, loose but there. If I try to leave, I’ll die, no doubt about it.It never seems to end. I scream and curse him and move my finger as much as I can but the ring tightens and the needle goes into me again.That's pretty much the entire book. There is a lot of torture, a lot of pain, and some very vague plans to find his daddy. He-Who-Must-Be-Named. Actually, his name is Marcus. So I must go to him.The Setting: Vague as fuck. There is just no background. It is a contemporary English setting, without much of the setting at all. I wouldn't have known besides the fact that they watch "the telly." The existence of witches doesn't really make any impression, because the book acts like "oh, everyone knows it, there's no need for any sort of information whatsoever." So BOOM. No setting. We know there's a vague...Council. We know that there are Hunters. Hunters are the elite group of White Witches employed by the Council to hunt down Black Witches in Britain. Gran says they are employed by other Councils in Europe more and more as there are so few Blacks left in Britain. Hunters are mainly women, but include a few talented male witches. They are all ruthless and efficient.And as you can tell from that passage, the world building is terribly trite and mundane; there's no evocative writing here. I'm glad that I read Harry Potter first, because the world setting is very similar, in that magic is apparently an inherited trait, delivered by blood on a Witch's 17th birthday. There is: 1. Almost no magic at all within the book 2. No history, no background 3. An unclear reason as to why the fuck Black witches are so bad. If someone were to tell you "Oh, XXX is a terrible person," you wouldn't just buy their words for it. You'd want to know why the fuck that is. There's not much of an explanation for why Black Witches are so reviled in this book. We know that Marcus, the most evil one, kills and steals magic. Do they all do that? The Black Witches in this book are the Boogeyman. They're just a vague presence in the background to scare children. That's it. The Plot: There is not much of a plot here. We see Nathan from up, from a child, to a 17-year old. He gets tortured. He runs away. That's it. There is no huge, compelling, overwhelming plot, and the main clue that we were given turned out to be a red herring because the book didn't turn out at all the way I expected it to go ased on the hints. Nathan: I felt incredibly bad for the main character of the book. This truly is Severus Snape, the teenaged years. Everyone hates him. He is small, puny, and unlike Snape, Nathan is dumb as fuck. In secondary school, he is barely literate. Here's a sample of his writing: i hava bordr and sisser my bordrs ArranHe gets bullied. He gets beaten. Thankfully, he has a Lily (named Annalise) to befriend him. A beautiful, clever, kind girl. Annalise has long blonde hair that glistens like melted white chocolate over her shoulders. She has blue eyes and long pale eyelashes. She smiles a lot, revealing her straight, white teeth. Her hands are impossibly clean, her skin is the color of honey, and her fingernails gleam.Annalise is a Pure blood, in the HP Universe, we would call her a Slytherin. A kind Slytherin. I hold out my picture. “What do you think? Now it’s finished.”Nathan is so lonely. His other siblings, Deborah, and Arran, love him, but that's not enough when he knows that the entire Witch world hates him for his father's blood. Nathan constantly dreams of his father. Wild, impossible dreams that give him hope. It is a secret story that I tell myself when I’m in bed at night. My father is not evil at all; he is powerful and strong. And he cares about me . . . he loves me. And he wants to bring me up as his true son, to teach me about witchcraft, to show me the world. But he is constantly persecuted by White Witches who give him no opportunity to explain. But he is waiting for the right time to come for me and take me away with him.Nathan is so hideously persecuted. Nobody wants him. Nobody believes him. Of course I know. I know that even if I don’t fight, even if I avoid Annalise, even if I get on my knees and lick Niall’s and Connor’s boots, it will make no difference; they will do what they like and say what they like, and what they say will be believed.He is unsure about his nature: White or Black. But it's all up to his personal choice: "You aren’t evil, Nathan. Nothing about you is evil. You will have a powerful Gift—we can all see that—but it’s how you use it that will show you to be good or bad."Recommended with reservations. ...more |
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| "We’ve hated each other since forever.”Help. I have a Mississ "We’ve hated each other since forever.”Help. I have a Mississippi-sized grin on my face and it's not going away. I wanted a sweet, wildly romantic, happily-ever-after romance, and I got it all. The characters can be infuriating sometimes, but they're teenagers, and I can absolutely relate to them. There were moments in the book when I wanted to slap Jemma and tell her "You have to tell him what he did wrong! Boys are STUPID! They can't read your mind! They wouldn't know a hint unless it danced in front of them wearing a purple lace thong!" But to be fair, some people never learn this. Me, I realized early on in my dating career. For example, at Christmas, what you do is you drag your significant other to the store of your choice, you point to what you want, you tell him to get it for you. Yeah, it's terribly unexciting, but it works. I have never received a toaster, but I did receive a stuffed cat in a basket (true story). That was what made me realize that guys are idiots when it comes to hints. So yeah, Jemma. Live, learn, and then realize that you can't expect a boy to read your mind. Other than that, this book was lovely. Adorable. I particularly loved the well-depicted small-town atmosphere of the South. The long history of the people who have been neighbors for generations, the quiet neighborly ease that you just don't get from a bustling, impersonal Southern California city. The drowsy atmosphere of a humid autumn night. It's all lovely. It makes me want to live in the South. Except for the mosquitoes. And the humidity and heat. And all the churchgoing on Sunday. And the barbequeing. And the fact that your neighbors know everything about you. And the "y'alls." And the hunting. And the football-mad crowd. Hold up. Actually, you know what? I'll just stick to my Southern California, thank you very much! But I still loved the Southern atmosphere within this book! ^_^ This book is exactly what I seek from a sweet contemporary YA romance. I wanted friendship, I wanted sweetness. I wanted believable characters and authentic relationship building. Supportive friends, adorable parents. It was wildly romantic at times, I DON'T EVEN CARE. The Summary: Jemma and Ryder are destined to be together (according to their family). And to that, they say "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" It's a long story that goes back 150 years. Back in the days of the Civil War (or The War of Northern Aggression, as Southerners know it---man, these people know how to hold a grudge), a Cafferty saved a Marsden's life. And since then, their families have been BFFs. Like seriously *this* tight, yo. They go together like chocolate and port. They party together. They have dinner every Sunday night together. And they've been waiting 150 years for their families to unite.For example, the current parental units of the Cafferties and Marsdens are super super close. Childhood best friends, neighbors, same college, same fraternity. Not only that, they... ...married BFFs who were invested in keeping the Cafferty-Marsden attachment alive and strong.To say the families are close would be an understatement. BOOM! Enter baby Ryder and baby Jemma. Just six weeks apart in age. They must be destined to be, right?! Well, it's not like they have any choice in the matter. Hint: get them while they're young. You can imagine what it’s been like since our mothers first plopped us into a crib together, rubbing their hands in conspiratorial glee as they planned our wedding. Playdates followed where the adults smiled and cooed as they watched us dig in the sandbox, where Ryder tugging on my pigtails was a sure sign of his adoration, where me throwing sand in his face only proved my devotion.Yeah, you know the thing about parental expectations? It'll usually backfire. Ryder and Jemma are going to hate each other. Only it's not that simple. Ryder and Jemma were childhood friends, they got along, they liked each other like siblings. Until something changed between them in 8th grade. Friendship changed, developed into something more. But something happened that destroyed Ryder and Jemma's budding feelings for each other. Jemma has hated Ryder ever since. And four years later, the feeling might be mutual. “Great, here we go again.” He starts to walk away and then turns back to face me. “You know what? I have no idea what I did to piss you off, but—”They're seniors, they're applying to college. This is a town with rigid traditions. Their parents have expectations for them, he as a future NFL player, she as his wife. College, babies, all planned out. Jemma's parents have drawn out her entire future for her. It's a nice future, but it's not what she wants. It’s not that I don’t want to live out my days here. It’s just that I want the opportunity to...I don’t know...spread my wings and fly a bit before I come back home to roost, you know? If I end up back in Magnolia Branch, I want it to be because I’ve chosen to be here.It's a rough time in her life. Jemma's family is going through an emergency, someone is seriously sick. On top of that, Jemma has to deal with her feelings for a local bad-boy, Patrick who's just started noticing her. The trouble is that the passion isn't there. He deepens the kiss, and I feel myself pulling away mentally even as I participate physically. My mind begins to wander.To top it off, a storm is coming. A huge hurricane. “I wonder if it’ll be as bad as they’re saying.”Yes, it is. There will be nasty weather. Terrifying winds. Torrential rains. Tornadoes. Deadly snakes (who knew they came out during natural disasters!). Ryder and Jemma will have to ride out the storm together. Forced into each other's company, they have no choice but to talk. They'll learn new things about each other. I can smell something else too—fear. He’s terrified.And maybe, just maybe, they'll realize that their family's hopes and dreams aren't too far off from their own. “Are you scared, Jemma?”The Setting: The atmosphere of small-town South is just lovely. It's a small Southern town, ruled by family, football, and religion. The order may vary. If you’re wondering what it’s like to grow up here, just consider this—there are six choices when it comes to places of worship, but only one when it comes to fast food.There's diversity, too. Jemma's best friend is a black girl, Lucy. And racism? It's not tolerated. Most everyone adores Dr. Parrish, except for Cheryl Jackson, who’d been very vocal about taking her children elsewhere because she couldn’t possibly trust her pre cious babies to one of “those” people. And by “those” people, she means black people. Of course, her son is a complete tool, and her daughter spent half of last semester in rehab, so there you go.Yes, I know it's not totally realistic, but it makes me happy, ok? It feels like an authentic place, with realistic people. I absolutely adored the high school setting. The teenagers are neither tropes nor caricature. They date, they have true friendships, they have fights, they have jealousies. They go to class, they go to dances, they go on dates. It feels like a high school I could have attended. Jemma: Mama taught me to sew, Daddy to shoot. That’s the way we roll here in Magnolia Branch.No demure Southern Miss. Jemma is pretty damn perfect. She's smart, she's done everything right. Straight A-student, cheerleader, a good daughter, a loving sister. But her whole life has been planned for her, and she doesn't like it. I got frustrated with her at times, but I can't hate her, because I understand how she felt when she behaved foolishly. I sympathized with her acts of rebellion. Am I dating him just to have someone to go out with? Or is the attraction real? Honestly, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s the whole bad-boy thing—which I realize is beyond stupid.Jemma is very self-aware. She constantly analyzes herself, and she does it well enough for me to understand her and like her, despite her faults. And I like her because of her faults. Ryder: He’s the star quarterback of our Division 1A state-championship football team. Top student in our class. He plays the piano like some kind of freaking prodigy. Oh, and did I mention that he’s gorgeous? Of course he is. Six foot four, two hundred ten pounds of swoon-worthy good looks.SWOON. He's a young Tom Brady, that's what he is. You know what, if Jemma doesn't want Ryder, that's fine. I want him for myself. Here is that awkward moment when a grown-ass woman places a 17-year old teenaged boy on her "book boyfriend" shelf. Ryder is just THAT awesome. He is a pure gentleman, without being overbearing. He is assertive without being patronizing. He is the type of boy your parents want for a son-in-law. And he's not as perfect as he appears. He, too, lives under the shadow of expectations. "My mom already controls enough in my life. What food I eat. What clothes I wear. Hell, even my underwear. You wouldn’t believe the fight she put up a few years back when I wanted to switch to boxer briefs instead of regular boxers. Anyway, if my parents want it for me, it must be wrong. So I convinced myself...”The Romance: DO I REALLY HAVE TO EXPLAIN THE ROMANCE? It was wonderful! It made a jaded old soul like me squeal with glee. I so completely "ship" these two. I loved their misunderstanding. I loved their arguments. But goddamn, the anger just makes it so much better. Much like make-up sex. But of course, this is an YA novel, so let's keep it PG. Aw, what the hell. “Is this okay?”*snickers* Quotes were taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in final edition. ...more |
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| None of the girls was asleep, drugged, playing, waiting. None of the girls was asleep, drugged, playing, waiting.[image] Mira Lively is 15 years old. Upon the occasion of her birth, the evil fairy cursed her to be doomed by incomprehensible stupidity. I'm just partially kidding. This book exemplifies almost everything that is wrong with YA literature. 1. A love square. What's better than a love square? One in which all three brothers are in love with you, of course, silly! 2. Insta-love 3. The acceptance of abuse and stalking as a something that is not to be rejected 4. The acceptance that sexual abuse is really the girl's fault because she's uncomfortable with it (between a 15-year old and a 21-year old, no less) 5. A too-stupid-to-be-true heroine, or as I like to call them...Luce-Bella Syndrome 6. The complete absence of parents, and further than that, the absence of parental figures 7. A piss poor, completely unexplained setting 8. An important, dangerous heritage that is kept secret, AKA: lol-i-ain't-telling-u-nothin-bitch-itis (see here for definition) 9. A beautiful girl whose milkshakes brings all the boys to her yard, who doesn't know it 10. The disparagement of all the girls in the book in order to flatter the main character The Summary: Mira Lively is 15 years old. Her parents are long dead. She is being raised by two kindly ladies, her godmothers (hmmm...). They have spared her from the foster system. They having been kindly, loving to Mira for her entire life. Her godmothers love her, adore her. Mira is about to break their heart by running away. [image] Why? They won't tell her anything about the town in which she was raised. Her godmothers are overprotective (hmmm...). How? “I’m not allowed to ride in my friends’ cars. I’m not allowed to get my license until I’m eighteen. I’m not allowed to date. Not allowed to watch R-rated movies. Not allowed to go for walks after dark. Not allowed to play with sharp objects. The list goes on and on.”In other news: WELCOME TO MY CHILDHOOD. Mira, you seriously just described the typical high school years of an Asian teenager with overprotective parents. You just described MY teenaged years. Did I ever fucking run away from home because of this? Fucking no. Because my parents would have beaten my ass. You are a fucking ungrateful little bitch. Mira is 15 years old. She runs away from home to the town of her birth. Why? Because she needs some motherfucking "closure." She will get that closure if she saw her parents' grave. I don't fucking know how that works. It just makes sense to Mira. Mira is 15 years old. So she runs away from home, with no plans other than to sit, moaning and crying, at her parents grave. For closure. She gets to the Magical Town. Beau Rivage. It doesn't exactly work out like Mira planned. Mainly because SHE HAD NO FUCKING PLANS IN THE FIRST PLACE BESIDES FINDING HER PARENTS GRAVE. It was one in the morning and she was alone in a strange city, with her duffel bag next to her, a play cracked open in front of her—and she had nowhere to go.Mira is 15 years old. She is too young to actually rent a room at a hotel. Naturally, the place where she would blend in just fine as a 15 year old would be a casino, it makes perfect bloody sense to me. Oh, wait, that's not going to work? Casinos were open all night. She’d figured she could sit in the café, maybe doze off with her head on the table, and no one would care. But now that she’d been there three hours, Mira was starting to think her predicament was obvious. That some gambler would see a “helpless” girl in a frilly blouse and shorts and hit on her. Or some slot-playing grandma would spot a “runaway” and call the police. Or both.Once upon a time, obvious fact is obvious. Mira is 15 years old. She is harrassed by a handsome stranger with blue hair. She is rescued by another handsome stranger, a kind one, his brother. They offer to get her a room in the hotel. She turns them down, because they're harassing her! Good for you! But wait. A handsome stranger, a 20-21 year old man, starts talking to her. He offers her a room in his hotel. She accepts, because it's not harassment if it's a HANDSOME stranger. Handsome is MUST BE handsome does, right? Mira is 15 years old. Strange shit is happening. Birds and shit are flocking around a really pale girl (hmmm....), a girl speaks to a mirror, which answers back (hmmm...). Another girl is talking while flowers are spilling out of her mouth. She pressed the handkerchief to her mouth, and when she pulled it away, Mira saw that the cloth was full of sodden flowers: shiny-wet violets, tiny daisies, delicate pink bleeding hearts. All fresh and flecked with blood.[image] By this time, I would be freaking the fuck out! Mira...she's not exactly panicking in terror. Mira’s forehead wrinkled with confusion. Sometimes this place was just too weird.Oh, my goodness goshness. Weird! That must be how you describe a place where fairy tale tropes come to life, right? Magic exists! Fairy tales exist! Is it fantastic?! Is it extraordinary?! Is it incredulous? Wild beyond all boundaries of imagination? No, it's just...weird. Way to be fucking anticlimactic. Mira is 15 years old. The boys just won't leave her alone! One is so nice, so utterly nice! Like a little puppy following her around. Actually, animals do follow him around. His name is Freddie. Such a nice, ordinary name for a nice, ordinary guy designed to be friendzoned into the fires of Mount Doom. The other is an asshat. A jerk. He insults her, he treats her badly. His name is Blue. He has blue hair. The other is a handsome 21-year old. Felix Valentine, now there's a name! He's interested in her, her! He makes her heart go pitter patter. She can't stop thinking about him. There's just something about him. He makes her breathless. He makes her mind spin in bliss. Her eyes roll backwards in passion! Talk about insta-love, man! Her cheek burned like she’d been lying in the sun too long, and she stood perfectly still, not wanting to break the spell.After a few days of knowing each other, they share a bed in his hotel room. He gropes her boobs. His hand grazed her breast, and her breath caught in her throat.[image] Mira is 15 years old. Why, however will Mira choose between the three brothers? Oh, and there's some shit about a curse too, whatever. Lol. Acceptance of Stalking: Guys keep following Mira around. She yells at them, but doesn't really do anything about it! They show up in her hotel room in the middle of the night! ...the bolt on the door had been breached, and the door had been flung open and slammed hard against the wall. A slender, dark figure moved swiftly through the room—Appropriate reaction: [image] Mira's reaction: Mira settled back and did her best to calm down. Maybe Felix would punch Blue for her later.Why do something yourself when there's a big, strong man who can take care of it for you!!!!!! Acceptance of Sexual Advances: MIRA. IS. 15. YEARS OLD. Felix is 20, 21!!!!! They should not be in the same bed together after a short time of making each others' acquaintance! He should not be groping a 15-year old girl's boobs! That is a minor sexual offense!!!!!! And Mira...she shouldn't be feeling forced into it. She wanted to do something, to show him she could be natural at this, but—she couldn’t. Her body had gone rigid with apprehension.She shouldn't be feeling guilty for rejecting his advances. She wandered out into the empty suite, trying hard not to cry. Her embarrassment from last night came flooding back.Are you fucking serious?! MOTHERFUCKER! Oh my god, this is so wrong! It's a Mira-cle She's Still Alive! [image] Let's see if we've named all the stupid shit Mira's pulled. She runs away from home without a clear plan of what to do. She gets there and doesn't know what to do...surprise, surprise. She allows herself to be groped, to be stalked, she sees crazy shit and is like...huh...what's going on? ;_; She's the naivest, dumbest little shit in the whole world. The fact that she's 15 doesn't really excuse her inane idiocy. She acts all of 5-going-on-15. Mira pouted at him. It was obvious there was something he wasn’t telling her.NO SHIT, SHERLOCK. Oh, and she has plans for this town. You know how Rick in The Walking Dead has...stuff...things...to do? Mira is much of the same mindset. There are things I need to do here, and I intend to do them.”OH, THINGS! MANY MANY THINGS! So specific. The Setting: The story is not exactly like Once Upon a Time. Here, the characters are born into a trope, like literally born into a fairy tale trope. They are Romantics, Honor-Bound, etc. And they are forced to live out their destiny depending on which trope they get. The thing is that the town's inhabitants are surprisingly nonchalant about that shit. It's like there is no big secret at all. Within hours of meeting Mira, an outsider, they allow her to see all the weird and crazy shit happening, like flowers falling out of a girl's mouth. Like a talking mirror. Like animals flocking to a certain guy. “Um, little animals flock to him like he’s made of candy.”They don't keep any of this shit back. They talk about curses, they talk about spells. “What’s all this curse talk?” Mira murmured to Freddie.How the fuck is it that this town is so hidden away from everyone in the outside world when the inhabitants don't bother to keep it a secret? The Romance: Every fucking trope in the book. We have the classic Bad Boy. [image] The one who constantly makes fun of her, who calls her stupid, who hates her. “You know, you are the most...despicable person I’ve ever met.” Mira’s fingers tightened around the Cinderella’s Secret bag. “You don’t even know me, but you insist on being a jerk to me every chance you get.”The Bad Boy who secretly likes her. “I didn’t say he wants to like you. Just that he does. Maybe because you act like you don’t like him, so he feels a little safer."The Nice Guy who is eager to do anything for Mira. “Would you like me to carry your bag?” Freddie asked. He looked a little guilty—but hopeful, too.And the handsome, Mysterious Guy, too-beautiful-to-be-real man she can't stop thinking about. Who's a statutory-rapist-to-be. She threw her arms around his neck, swayed toward him, off balance, and kissed him violently, possessively. Come back, she thought. Stay with me.Mira is 15 years old. Which one of them will provide her with a killer (ha!) love?! I'm just partially kidding about that killer part. But the one thing she hadn’t expected to find was a kiss that could destroy her. A kiss that—if it hadn’t ended in time—could have been her last....more |
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| “I’m small and plain.” “I’m small and plain.”Yeah, it's that type of book, y'all. Allow me share with you a stanza from one of my favorite songs: Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked*lyrics from The Zombies: She's Not There* Look at the cover for this book. It's a beautiful one, as are the lyrics above, and both tells you so much about this book. You see a girl, an absolutely stunning young woman, barely past the cusp of puberty. Innocence and naiveté shines from her eyes, purity glistens off her rose-tinted lips. Her cheeks are dusted pink with the breath of angels. This young Witch is as beautiful, as golden fair as the last kisses of sunlight on the horizon at dusk. Her enormous doe eyes are wide open, limpid with...blank incomprehension. And there's absolutely nothing more to her than that. WE'RE WITCHES, BITCHES!: Brusenna and her mother are the dumbest witches who ever lived. Her mother has a condition that many mothers in literature suffer. It is called lol-i-ain't-telling-u-nothin-bitch-itis. Lol-i-ain't-telling-u-nothin-bitch-itis: symptoms may include... - not telling you daughter a single fucking thing about who she is despite the fact that the Big Terrible Secret might kill her - keeping everything a secret like your life depends on it...oh wait, your life DOES depend on it - ignorance is bliss: because if your daughter doesn't know that there are people out to kill her, it means she's totally fucking safe, right?! - keeping yourself holed up in a hollow where nobody can see you in order to disguise the fact that you are witches and pulling that Mary-Mary-Quite-Contrary verdant-garden growing shit when the rest of the country is suffering from a horrible drought because that shit ain't obvious at all - being the worst secret keeper ever because your daughter accidentally overhears you talking about a Big Terrible Secret because you won't keep your fucking voice down to a whisper when talking about your Big Terrible Secret with Super Secret Witch Friend - running the fuck away without telling your 14-year old (YES, 14 YEARS OLD) daughter anything besides the fact that she should run in case people come after her, because that works every time, right? If you or someone you know suffer from these symptoms, it is possible that you may have lol-i-ain't-telling-u-nothin-bitch-itis. Please contact the local executioner so that they can remove your defective fucking DNA from the human gene pool. Or rather, witch gene pool? Do Not Judge a Witch Until You've Walked 1000 Fucking Miles in Her Shoes: Anyway, Brusenna is in danger! GRAVE DANGER. She travels all around the country. That's it. You might as well read the fucking Hobbit because this book is composed of um, traveling, and getting caught, then traveling some more, then getting caught, then traveling some more, and then, oh, we're actually stopping for 5 minutes to live with some frog dude, and then traveling some more, and then getting caught. Did I mention that they travel a lot, and they get caught a lot? Because that's THE EXTENT OF THIS ENTIRE FUCKING BOOK. NOTHING. HAPPENS. This book might as well be a travel brochure for the country of Nefarie and Tartan. Yes, Nefarie and Tartan. Countries in this book. The Writing: Fucking terrible. This book is just so juvenile. The writing is suffers from a severe case of telling, not showing, and the writing is more suited to a children's book than a YA audience because it is so emotionless, so staccato. The descriptions leave me absolutely cold. He was tall—head and shoulders taller than her. Thin, but in a strong way. He had a crop of brown hair that hung low over his forehead. His legs bowed out at the knees—probably from riding so much. He had a permanent wrinkle around his eyes, as if he never stopped smiling long enough for the lines to smooth out. He was smiling at her now.Oh, oh, my. My panties are getting so wet. Such handsome looks. Oh, my feels. They are just all over the place. Not. Magic Must Rhyme! Yes, it's that type of magic. There is no training for Brusenna's magical use within the book. Senna practices by singing. And it is only a practice in telling, not showing, because a year goes by and WHOO BRUSENNA IS MAGICALLY STRONGER. How the FUCK?! Where's all the hard work? The magical setting in this book is laughable. There is no system for the magic in the book besides the fact that you're born with it. And apparently, if it rhymes, it works! Whoooooooo! Oh, Sister Sea Plants, I ask of thee,For fuck's sakes. The rhymes in this book, the "magic" shit is so utterly laughable. Brusenna is a witch that sings, her power comes from songs, she can control the plants for no fucking reason at all. Corn, stop the men who hold me tight,She has the power to sing to the plants and to nature, to bend them to her will. And the poems---the spells...they are just terrible, laughable ones. Plants of the forest, make a path for me,Deus ex fucking Machina: And naturally, this use of magic means that deus ex fucking machina is rampant throughout the book. They get captured! They escape. They get captured AGAIN. They escape. They get captured YET AGAIN. They escape. Plants, with strength and swiftness, come to me,Whenever you're in danger of death, torture, or whatever shit that might wrinkle Brusenna's pretty little forehead, MAGIC TO THE FUCKING RESCUE. Fucking spare me, please! Senna is the Name of a Laxative: It really is. And it's rather fitting that she is named after a plant with laxative properties, because Brusenna, her personality and her character---is full of shit. She is beautiful, without knowing it. He saw a face set against a dark cloak. Wisps of blonde hair, wavy from the moist air, fell across her breast. Her lips were full.The book takes every fucking opportunity to remind us that Senna is so diminutive in stature, so small, so delicate. Before she could change her mind, she snatched her wrap from its hook and flung it around her narrow shoulders.Her small hands, her tiny hands. Her straw-colored hair. Her odd-colored eyes. So ugly, right? Not. Senna is not a fucking warrior, she is a magical Barbie doll. She is magical, without knowing it. She is born to be strong. She has innate magical powers. “I’ve heard her. When she’s fully come into her own, I wouldn’t doubt she’ll be at least a Level Four."She is a rare witch, the last of her kind. "My guess is you might be the only Witch left.”Brusenna the Blushing: Badass, Senna is not. Senna is so completely childish. She starts off the book at 14, and she matures to 17 before the book is through, but believe me when I say she feels like a very immature 12-year old. She stammers. She blushes. She flushes. Her heart beats pitter-patter. Her heart skips a beat. The blood rushes to her cheeks. She can't bear her emooooooootions, maaaaaaan! The blood drained from Senna’s face. She blushed. Her hands were shaking too badly. ...her voice shaking with desperate hope and fear. A tremor shook her to her bones. Tears slipped from her eyes faster than she could wipe them. Oh, the tears. Save us from hysterical females. Brusenna cries a motherfucking river. Brusenna sank to the floor, buried her face in her quilt and sobbed. Senna’s sobs increased. She took a strangled, gasping breath and then a sob finally tore free. Just stop. Stop. Senna is some bark, no bite. And it ain't exactly the bark of a big, rough bitch (see what I did there?), more like the yipping of the tiny useless ankle-nipping fucking chihuahua down the street that you secretly long to punt into the nearest hot dog bun to see whether it fits. Animal fans, please don't hate me for that simile. She is indecisive. She has no action plan. Joshen lowered his voice. “Then how’ll you find it?”Oh, WELL THAT EXPLAINS A LOT. You're just going to magically find it, eh? Spare us from your motherfucking feelings and instints. She didn’t know how to explain it, but the song felt right.Overall: Trust me, I have a whole lot more complaints, but I'll keep it short because this review is getting way too fucking long. The plot is boring as fuck. The characters are dumb as fuck. The romance is nonexistent, but it's more of the WAAAAAAAAH I LOVE YOU BUT WE CAN'T BE TOGETHER BECAUSE EVERYONE I LOVE DIES. GO, GO, DEAR HEART! I WILL GAZE AT YOU LONGINGLY FROM AFAR!1!!1 Mwah mwah mwaaaaah! *gag* They escape from so many fucking instances of capture because they are followed by two of the most incompetent fucking witch hunters who ever walked the Earth. The two men---Garg and Wardof---are straight out of Monty Python in their incompetency. Bringing his bruised face closer, Wardof beckoned Garg toward him. “You wanna do something to stop me, you dull, fat, laughable excuse for Espen’s Servant!”The plot is ludicrous. The two (Brusenna and love interest Joshen) don't know the meaning of subtlety if it danced in front of them wearing pink tasseled pasties and a strap-on dildo. They don't know how to disguise their tracks at all, WHICH IS WHY THEY KEEP GETTING CAPTURED. Motherfucking idiots. ...more |
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| “What are you?” he whispered into her strawberry-scented curls. Damn. He breathed in deeply. He could inhale that smell all night. His body reacted “What are you?” he whispered into her strawberry-scented curls. Damn. He breathed in deeply. He could inhale that smell all night. His body reacted to it like cats to catnip.E...E...Edward?! Is that you?! Ladies and some gentlemen, I'm sorry to tell you that your boyfriend, husband, significant other, is mediocre. [image] No matter who they are, no matter what they do, they will never, ever live up to the perfect paragon of that is Dillan Sloan. Or as we call him in this book: "Mr. Rock-Star-National-Geographic"Let me ask you, is your man model material? “It seems young Dillan has also been part of several, and I mean several, ad campaigns for designers like Calvin Klein and Armani, to name two."Is he so good that---fuck auditions---Hollywood begs for him? "He was once approached to star in a movie."Has your man ever dated starlets? "He’s even rumored to have dated every young Hollywood starlet and emerging singer you can name."Has your man ever been dated Taylor Swift or been the inspiration for her songs? "You know that Taylor Swift song—”Are your man's parents famous archeologists who discovered Atlantis? “Dillan’s also the son of the legendary duo of archeologists: Dr. Jarvis Sloan and Dr. Lillian Sloan.”Has your man ever discovered a lost civilization? “As I was saying,” she continued. “Rumor has it Dillan was responsible for unearthing a lost civilization in the Amazon.”Does your man sit in a beam of sunlight while reciting Frost's poetry... “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” He sighed like he tasted the meaning behind the words....to a cat? The cat on his lap purred. “You like Frost, huh?” He glanced at the contented feline. “I know. The man can rhyme.”Let's not lie. Your man probably never notices that you got a haircut, right? Not Dillan. Dillan would never miss anything about your appearance. Why, it's like he's practically a girl in his obscenely detailed observational skills! ...her nose scrunched up and the tops of her cheeks tinted pink. She clutched the handle of the feather duster so hard its feathers quivered. Her lips contorted.If you had colored eyes, your man would probably say your eyes are simply...blue. Not Dillan. Never Dillan. Eyes are not simply blue. They're aquamarine. Aqua eyes that look into his soul. Those unique aquamarine eyes he could stare into all day. They reflected her heart and soul. And her blushes that stopped his heart every time.[image] Ye gods, I've never met a man so poetic. You could almost say that Dillan is a woman at heart. No worries, he may be perfect, but Dillan is a huge fucking twat who belittles the girl he loves every chance he gets. It's ok, though. It's just his way of dealing with a harsh life. He shifted moods from zero to sixty in less than three seconds. I was beginning to see that he said mean and snarky things as a defense mechanism.Yes, "It's just my defense mechanism," the magic phrase of every fucking douchebag who ever lived. And hey, it works. Thank god for dumb YA heroines. The Summary: There are three sets of missing/dead parents within this book. Dillan is a mysterious Arbiter in a secret organization known as the Illumenari. We don't know who the fuck the Illumenari is for half of the book. We don't know what the fuck they do. We don't know how the fuck their powers work. I really wanted some info-dumping in this book. Dillan has done Something Mysteriously Wrong; as punishment, he was demoted from his role as Arbiter (again, what the fuck is an Arbiter?), and sent off to Nowhere, Wyoming, to live with his Legacy (what the fuck is a Legacy?) uncle, handsome high school teacher Rainer Sloan. The faux-hawk-sporting Dillan catches the eyes of all the girls in school. An entire succubus population in one school? They made him feel like fresh meat ready for the taking.Every single girl--and cougar---wants to bang him. “I’d like a piece of him,” he heard the woman say. He tried not to cringe. Or run. Cougars were known to give chase.Every girl loves him, that is---everyone but Selena Fallon. From the moment they meet, sparks fly. Literally. The second we touched, a spark zinged up my arm.And they keep flying. The sparks never stop. Electric currents rush through the air. Despite the electricity between them, and despite their overwhelming internal attraction to one another, Dillan and Serena fight like cats and dogs. The first half of the book is composed of nothing but teenaged drama, troublesome ex-boyfriends, and Dillan and Serena going at each other. He smirked. “What happened to compromise? You know the meaning of that word, don’t you? Or should I get a dictionary?”And then for some fucking reason, within 30 minutes of that happening, they just kind of fell into each other's arms. His arms tightened around me. I sighed at his body heat against mine. It felt like a blanket on a rainy day—comforting and safe. Nothing like the arrogant Dillan I knew.Well, that escalated quickly. I have to give this book credit: it's pretty imaginative on getting a girl to suck out a guy without making it purely sexual by nature. “I need to suck out the poison.”Nothing happens in this book but a few half-hearted moments of frights and a fight or two. There is no plot. The plot is the romance. The Writing: The utter menace in Garret’s expression made him look like a man who knew people who specialized in making annoyances disappear, no questions asked.Well, alrighty then. The writing is not as atrocious as some books I've read, but it's plenty fucking bad. The book is littered with errors, "you're" instead of "your," "the its," there are a few misspellings. The writing itself is...baffling. We have weird similes: "my anger, confusion, and anxiety clung like a cotton shirt on a muggy day," "it grated on my nerves like squeaky sneakers," "...staring at me like I was a crystal swan about to shatter." And very odd sentences: "His face said shocked while his eyes mocked." "Her voice was so loud birds flew out of their perches." The Setting: This book sells itself as a paranormal with undeads and a girl with visions. It's not. It's a fucking mess. For the first 50% of the book, random shit terms are thrown at us. Illumenari. Legacy. Arbiter. Maestro. It means jack shit because nobody bothered to explain to us anything about what the actual FUCK those terms mean. There's just random-ass shit dog-killings and a hellhound and for some fucking reason---zombies! And when we finally get an explanation? “Il-lu-me-na-ri. My family...we protect people. Simply, we are what stand between you and chaos. Humans aren’t the only race in this world. Many of those we protect you from still consider you as food. In the Illumenari we call them Supernaturals. Basically everything that goes bump in the night."...and that's it. THAT'S IT? Generic much?! Basically we have a secret society protecting us from the things that go bump in the night. There is nothing beyond that. There is absolutely no world building. Oh, let's just throw a fucking lion-headed Manticore in this book because WHY THE FUCK NOT? Serena is supposed to have visions. She barely has any. Her abilities are vague as fuck. She doesn't have visions. She has nightmares. That's all. We don't know how they come true, except that she says they do. It is all telling, no showing. The paranormal elements of this book are fucking weak. Serena the Loved: Mary Sue to the extreme. Everyone loves her. From her doting grandparents (because naturally her parents are dead), to her adoring best friend, to her OTHER adoring best gay guy friend, Kyle. Don't worry about Kyle. Kyle is just gay because the book needed a gay character. There's nothing to him beyond that. He adores Serena like everyone else. Kyle's guardians adore her. They call her "sweet," both the handsome husband and the beautiful wife. Her ex-boyfriend, the handsome golden jock that all the girls want, still loves her and wants her back. "He was a love sick puppy with nothing but you on his mind. It was sickening to hear him talk about you all the time. Just ask any of his teammates."Dillan can't stop thinking about her. He only acts like an asshole because he likes her. She baffled the hell out of him. Selena Fallon. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. About the electricity their contact created.And make no mistake. Serena the Beautiful: Serena, naturally, thinks she is ugly. I was gangly and awkward—coppery curls that broke brushes, a complexion like I’d never heard of the sun, and long limbs meant for banging into things.While everyone else knows she is beautiful. She wrinkled her nose. “The freckles are still there.”Serena the Stupid: So many times, Serena finds herself in a dangerous situation in which her instincts tell her to just fucking RUN AWAY. She doesn't listen. Another thump.She seriously is fucking dumb. Do you know what happens to cowards who run away? They live. Serena? No, better to fight off a mob of zombies on her own. With a stick. What could be going on in that brain of hers to challenge a group of undead with a stick?[image] Fucking dumb-ass piece of shit. Dillan: He's not just a paragon, he's a douchebag. Which makes him as fucking clichéd as all hell. He is childish. He looks down on everyone and everything. He loses his temper every 5 seconds. Dillan is 17, he thinks he is too cool for school. He whines and grumbles his way through class and class projects. He belittles his very powerful uncle, and constantly calls him derogatory names and pushes his buttons even if his uncle can--and does--hurt him. “Rainer!” He moved further into the house, not having the patience for his uncle’s mind games. “You dick, I know you’re home.”He thinks school is an insult to his intelligence, to which I respond: what intelligence? Dillon spends his days at school playing cat-and-mouse with Serena, stalking her, calling her names. The girl doesn't do anything, and all of a sudden he appears and taunts her. “You’re trouble, and I don’t do trouble.” He opened the book again and continued reading like I’d been dismissed. Well, his highness had another thing coming.Their love/hate relationship makes up half the book, only to be replaced by lovesick mooning and embraces in the second half. Dillan is not a boy. He is a pretend boy as a 16-year old girl would like him to be. He is so completely effeminate in his thoughts. What kind of fucking boy would daydream and wax poetic about copper curls for the entire fucking book? “What?” Her words didn’t sink in fast enough. He was too distracted by the way the setting sun brought out golden highlights in her copper curls.The Romance: It's pretty much the entire fucking book, in case I haven't made myself clear. And if that's not enough, there's hypocrisy. Apparently, when another girl falls for Dillan, it's a trap. I whispered my disappointment at how Constance let herself fall into Dillan’s trap.But it's just totally fucking fine for Serena to fall in love with him. Fucking wonderful. ...more |
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[image] “The Perfect Killer is based in Chelsea and is a student,” I said loudly.[image] “The Perfect Killer is based in Chelsea and is a student,” I said loudly.Well, way to fucking go. This was just a terrible book. There are so many problems, I am at a loss because I'm not quite sure where to start. So let's start from the beginning. This book is about a 17-year old female serial killer. Let's just use our literary suspension of disbelief and let this go because there is so much wrong with this book that the utter improbability of a child serial killer barely registers on the radar of incomprehensible idiocy. Let's just believe, that 17-year old Kit is really a serial killer, groomed by good ole mommy (a gorgeous, blonde former serial killer herself, currently a Stepford Wife in disguise) to kill, since she was 9 years old. When I was nine, we began to manage it together, and when I was twelve she let me have it all for my own. I only killed four between the ages of nine and twelve, but when I took absolute possession of the mailbox I set a quicker pace—about ten a year.At the ripe old age of 17, Kit has developed a reputation for herself, she is known far and wide in London as the Perfect Killer. She has been responsible for over 50 deaths. Ok, suspension of disbelief over. Now onto the real dumb shit. The Writing & Narration: Is just terrible. [image] The writing is full of introspective bullshit that a 15-year old emo teenager might write in her notebook because she feels everything so strongly. It is pretentious, it makes me scratch my head. It is full of observations that just makes me laugh out loud because they are so completely ludicrous. I wondered if the maids would be nervous too if they knew they were cleaning the house of murderers.Note to self: NO SHIT. Kit has the dumbest character observations. She goes into paragraphs and paragraphs to herself, wondering what a person is like, thinking about their characters, their clothes, what they're hiding beneath the surface. It doesn't come off as realistic so much as it gives us a sense that this is a pretentious teenager overthinking things. It doesn't help that her observations are of the "WELL, DUH" sort. She had on this draped, toga-like dress patterned with green bamboo; it didn’t suit her figure, and it bothered me, but she was one of my favorite teachers despite her odd dressing habits. I’d had her a few years ago for an English class. She taught English when she wasn’t teaching philosophy, and I liked her and how she spoke. Her short black hair was no-nonsense, no-frills. She didn’t talk too fast. She took her time with things, and sometimes I even believed that she might understand me and why I killed. But I would never tell her, of course. She was legally obligated, as a teacher, to tell the police.Note to self: NO SHIT. Kit's long running narrative is excruciatingly painful to read. Her observations are way too much. They're just so incredibly silly. BUT HIS EYES! HIS EYES! Kit is one of those sorts who reads everyone's emotions. And it is just terrible. . ...he looked almost upset, but the turmoil was mixed disturbingly with fury.She seeeeeeeeeees so much into people's eyes. His eyes tell me that he is thinking intently about something else, and also that he is sad about something or other.The Dialogue & Kit's Acting: Artificial and utterly laughable. The characters' speech is overly flowery at times, completely wooden in others. It doesn't flow, it doesn't feel like actual dialogue. Kit thinks she is an actress, she tries to be an actress; she feigns distress at times, and her acting is completely laughable. She yowls, she wails. I don't know quite how the other characters buy into her acts of distress when I don't believe in it myself. “Yes, but I didn’t do it, I swear I didn’t, everyone is going to think that, but I swear I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t...,” I wailed insistently, and leaned more heavily against the window, quivering timidly. I even managed to make myself cry some more, tears leaking out of my eyes slowly.Kit acts a LOT in this book. She pretends to be someone she's not, and it is unconvincing as hell. She pretends she's dumb. She pretends she cares. I can't pretend that I give a shit about her and her acting. Kit's Arrogance: Kit is so fucking full of herself, I can't even deal with her. She always puts herself in a setting. She always poses. We always feel her sense of prime self-importance, and it pisses me off like nothing else. Kit appears in every scene like the prima donna in a movie. I thought about us in our gray-walled, elegant hallway, the two slender blondes on the edge of an expensive rug, pale-skinned and frail-looking, pausing beneath famous photographs, drinking orange juice from designer glasses.She is tallish, blonde, pretty enough, and she knows it. She constantly reminds us of how unthreatening she is, making sure that we know that she is good looking, but so self-deprecating that she doesn't really care how pretty she is. They would see dark eyes under dark eyelashes, prominent collarbones, and a smattering of freckles dashed across a thin nose like Audrey Hepburn’s, the only truly beautiful feature of a small pale face—would they see a seventeen-year-old murderer?The Letters: You know, for a serial killer, Kit doesn't exactly keep a low fucking profile. Everyone knows about her, it seems like everyone knows how to contact her---except for the police. The reason is that everyone knows that there is a serial killer on the loose who takes orders to kill, all you have to do is write a letter, leave a sum of money inside the letter, and put it in a ultra special, secret "mailbox." A mailbox that everyone knows about, a mailbox where Kit comes regularly to check her mail and gets her killing orders---except for the police. Kit gets a ton of these letters. And the police---those fuckin' incompetent, idiotic police, right? Just doesn't have a fucking clue. Strangely few people knew about it, considering the fact that I was so famous. Not even the police knew about it. Or at least I assumed so, since they hadn’t taken control of or searched it yet.Can you believe that? And there are a lot of fucking letters. A lot of people who knows about The Perfect Killer. Letters nearly filled the mailbox, at least thirty of them.The Killings: I love serial killers and I love the psychological insights that go on in the murderers' minds. There is no such complexity here. Kit and her mother can't seem to decide why they kill. They sometimes think they are playing Lady Justice. You know why we kill. We kill because there is no justice. And without us, the world is lost—”Except it's not true. There is no reason to these killing whatsoever other than vigilante justice, and then again, justice is delivered to those who do no wrong at all. Kit feels like she is delivering justice, when really, she is only killing for minor, stupid fucking reasons, like to avenge a lover's quarrel. For example: Death #1; a man has done a drunk hit and run. Dear Killer,Said fiancée wants the perpetrator to turn himself into the police. Said perpetrator doesn't want to do it. Said perpetrator writes a letter to Kit, ordering the earnest fiancée's death. Kill her. Her name is Lily Kensington, and she lives at 28 Lark Place, in Chelsea. She gets home every night at nine.Kit kills her. I hardly call that justice. Death #2: A crazed, obsessive lover wants Kit to kill his lover because... It makes me angry. She makes me angry. But I love her. No one can have her but me, or I really am going to kill myself.ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? How is that justice?! If someone is obsessed with me, it's hardly MY fucking fault. Do I deserve to die? Yes, according to Kit. What Psychology?: This book is largely pointless. There is no psychology involved in these murders, the reason is absolutely stupid, and Kit's justification of it makes her character inconsistent. It feels like there is no point for the murders---and I would have actually preferred it that way, because in one sentence, it feels like Kit feels nothing, and in the next, she hates herself. Her character is so incredibly incongruous. This book can't decide what it wants Kit to be. You Expect Us To Believe...: 1. That a 25-30 year old man (and projected love interest) is unofficially in charge of a serial killer who has killed over 50? He was young. Younger than I had expected. Much younger, in fact. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five or thirty. I remembered that my mom had said he was only unofficially in charge of the investigation.And naturally, very attractive. ...he had a bit of a studious feel to him, as if he were a professor or some other scholar.OH PLEASE. Let's not fool ourselves. No fucking man that young can ever be in charge of a very, very important, very, very high profile serial killer investigation. The young Scotland Yard Sergeant was injected into this story because there was a need for a hot young guy in the book. That's all. 2. That Scotland Yard needs HELP from a random 17-year old who suddenly injected herself into the case? “I was hoping you’d come. We need a new eye here. It’s the same deal as before—an untraceable murder. It’s frustrating.”3. That Scotland Yard would share details about a serial killer's latest victim to said 17-year old girl? “The couch pillows are still in place,” he said angrily. “No DNA, no fingerprints, no witnesses, no broken windows or picked locks, nothing. Nothing but the body.”4. That a 17-year old girl would be allowed onto a serial killer's crime scene? Alex let the tape fall, and shoulder to shoulder, we walked inside. Legitimate police officers passed by me, looking very official, making me feel like a child. Once we got into the front hallway, where Lily Kensington had put her hand on my shoulder, he gestured to the room to our left.4. That if you kill a person on black carpeting, bloodstains can't be detected? Black carpet so the bloodstains wouldn’t help the police solve the murder.Because really, what's luminol for, anyway? Useless shit, right. Pfft. A Good Serial Killer Doesn't...: 1. Inject herself into the crime case: Any criminal profiling school reject knows this. Murderers constantly return to the scene of the crime and try to get themselves closer to the police to get to know the case. And it's exactly what Kit does. I walked into the Chelsea Police Station bearing pastries and a smile.2. Ask the police about the crime herself. “You’re a kid. Why are you following me to work? You want something, I can tell, but I don’t know what that is.”3. Go back to the scene of the crime where she very recently killed someone. When we got to the crime scene, there was crime-scene tape everywhere and a near army of reporters.Subtle. Yes, because that helps so much. 4. Bumble the fuck up when getting into a victim's home. I looked around, biting my lip. I needed to get in. Usually by this point in the conversation I was already inside.5. Get to know your victim for months before killing them. “Fair enough. We’re friends, then?”6. Threaten a boy in front of everyone in your class... “Stop playing games,” I hissed.7. ...and then kill him and "discover" his body, at your school. “How did you discover the body?”8. Have a romantic moment over a corpse. And here, in the hallway, despite the darkness of the situation, emotions began to float up in my chest again, accentuated and amplified by the physical closeness between Alex and me.Fuck this book. [image] Quotes were taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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| “A boy.” “A boy.”If you love completely passive main characters with no interest other than a boy, this is the book for you. If you think Luce from the Fallen series and Bella from Twilight were such fantastically inspiring heroines, this book is for you. The main female character in this book makes Bella Swan seem like an sword-wielding, ass-kicking ninja girl. She sits. She walks. She ponders the meaning of life (but not really, she just thinks about her luuuuurve). And that's pretty much it. She has no motivation, no desire to get anything done but to be with the boy of her dreams. This is the story about the most feminine boy in the world, the epitome of desexualized romantic ideal, so pure and heartachingly romantic that it feels about as real as the poster of Nick Carter on my 13-year old self's wall. [image] Not this poster. Still funny. Colin is a paragon, an achingly romantic boy who will go to desperate lengths to get *bleeped* by the girl of his dreams. Who happens to be a ghost. A ghost with color-changing hair. He waves a hand, blindly indicating the area around her head. “Your hair is blond, and Jay says it’s brown. And your eyes? Oh God. What is going on?”What's going on, indeed! You know how in all those YA books, we readers complain about the heroine's different, special, unusual eyes that are purple, green, gold, amber, etc? Well, wait til you meet Lucy. I still have no idea what color her eyes are. Are they gray or brown? “Different? Aren’t they, like, brown or something?”Wait, no. They're green-brown. Her eyes are murky green-brown.Wait, no. They're violet, flecked with red. Wait, what the heck?! Her eyes are this rich, grinding violet, flecked with metallic redWait, no, crap! They're blue! Her eyes changed colors as he watched, from deep gray to an aching, honest blue.DAMMIT. NEVER MIND. Her eyes are yellow. Her eyes morph from dark to pale yellow in the light of the bright, full moon.NEVER MIND. They're greenish silver. He watches her eyes shift from green to silver in the light.I take that back. They're auburn? What?! Auburn?! Isn't that a hair color?! Her eyes open, and hunger and joy swirl green and auburn insideGosh darn it, I'm wrong again. Her eyes are indigo. Her eyes are a provocative, sympathetic indigo.ASKHFJDH DAMMIT. I made a mistake. They're brown again. Her eyes have gone metallic brown, swirling.Ok, I got it this time. Her eyes are burgundy. Her eyes darken, mocha swirling into burgundy....You know what? I give up. I just give up. [image] Her eyes are all the shades in that river of puke. This book is YA. I know to expect romance, but as they say, you never expect the Spanish Inquisition. What I was completely unprepared for is the overwhelming amount of insta-love and romance. There is nothing in this book but romance. I had hoped for a scary ghost story with elements of romance, instead, I got a romance in which one of the characters happen to be a ghost. I don't have a problem with romance, I have a problem with insta-love and I have a problem with simplistic, uncomplicated romances. There is zero relationship development, there is no conflict; this is a most blissfully uncomplicated, overwhelmingly unbelievable instance of romance with absolutely no spark, no chemistry, no fire. The Summary: Lucy wakes up alone in the forest. She is disoriented, she has no idea where she is, who she is. It turns out she's at a school, the most horrible school in the world. Saint Osanna's Preparatory School (more on why it's horrible later). She doesn't know what to do, she wanders into school, nobody seems to notice her. But then Lucy notices...him...Colin. Aaaaaaaaaand cue insta-love. Wild, dark curls fall into his eyes, and he flips them away with an unconscious shake of his head. In that moment, her silent heart twists beneath the empty walls of her chest. And she realizes, in the absence of hunger or thirst, discomfort or cold, this is the first physical sensation she’s had since waking under a sky full of falling leaves.Lucy whispers something to him, not knowing why. “I think I’m here for you.”Then disappears. Because that's completely natural. She attends class, nobody seems to notice her except Colin, and sometimes his best friend, Jay. To Jay, Lucy has brown hair, to Colin, Lucy has platinum blonde hair. Hair like moonbeam, like starlight. She looks like a shadow of a girl. A shadow wearing a cap of sunshine.[image]For some reason, nobody finds it strange that a strange new girl is, you know, attending class with them at school. After a long, long time, Lucy comes to the astounding realization that she's could be, you know, a ghost. She’s spent hours since she woke trying to understand what she is. If she’s back where she was killed, then is she a ghost?So she was murdered, but she's still not sure if she's a ghost! Clearly, Lucy isn't the brightest of stars. Which is surprising, since before her death, she was rumored to go to Harvard. Maybe they mean Harvard, a street, somewhere in Podunk. Meanwhile, Colin is obsessed, fascinated. Colin has met this girl ONCE and he cannot get her out of his head. She is all he thinks about. Colin hasn’t seen her in a week, and he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what she said just before she ran out the door.So quickly, astonishingly fast, they fall in love. They can barely touch, because electricity burns through them with every caress. He dreams about kissing her. He wants Lucy to be his girlfriend in every way that matters, including the ways that mean he can touch her. The urge to kiss her is becoming suffocating.She dreams about kissing him. If the simple touch of his lip on her fingertip felt so intense, what would it feel like to actually kiss him? She’s afraid she’d be unable to process so much sensation.Colin and Lucy discover that there is a way they can be together... “I started researching hypothermia, and it takes a long time for the brain to shut down entirely. I mean, in between being cold and being dead, there’s a lot of room.”Will he do it? Will Colin risk his life to feel boobies? His hands find waist, ribs, breasts. They grow wild and impatient, itching to feel every inch.What do you think? [image] The Most Horrible School In The World: Why the FUCK does anyone send their kids to Saint Osanna's? It's the most dangerous school in the world. Kids die there constantly, from suicide, exposure, any sorts of stuff. Stories of a place where students seemed to die at a higher rate than any other boarding school in the country. Colin never understood why it was a surprise that kids died or disappeared more frequently here than other places from things like exposure, pneumonia, and suicide.Ok, parents are protective of their kids. Boarding schools are expensive. Have you heard the news? Whenever something happens at a school, parents go crazy, so why the heck is THIS SCHOOL still in business? Furthermore, one of its former headmasters was a serial killer. Prosecutors allege the 42-year-old former headmaster of Saint Osanna’s boarding school outside of Coeur D’Alene stalked [his victim] for several weeks prior to the murder.Also, nobody seems to notice the fact that a strange girl is attending classes. Lucy’s been lurking around campus for more than two months—minus the ten days of unexpected vanish—and no teacher really bothers to question her presence, let alone her decidedly non-dress-code boots.Lucy is an unobtrusive presence, but people DO notice her. Why the fuck isn't a teacher noticing the fact that a strange girl not on the roll sheet attending their classes. The other students see her. Why does no one bother to talk to her? There were 2000 kids at my high school, even if one new student showed up in my 30-40 student class, you can bet your ass the teacher and the students would notice and say hi. This book's premise is so silly. Lucy: There was never anyone so useless as Lucy. She sits on a bench. Lucy is exactly where Jay said she was, sitting on a bench in front of Ethan Hall.She walks along a lake. “Amanda said they saw her walking down by the lake,”She's sittin' on the dock of the bay. There’s an old dock not far from where the trail ends. Colin isn’t surprised when he sees Lucy sitting at the end of it.She sits and waits. Sits and waits. Sits and waits. She sits by the statue of Saint Osanna the next morning with her arms wrapped around her legs pulled tight to her chest.Lucy doesn't give a crap about why she is here, on earth, as a ghost. She’s here, a ghost in girls’ clothing, haunting this private school. But she doesn’t want to haunt anyone. She wants to be tangible and solid. To sleep in a dorm and eat in the dining hall and flirt. With him. All she wants is to be near him.She doesn't give a crap about how to move on. She doesn't give a fuck about finding her parents. She tells him that she didn’t feel the need to find her parents even though they might still be alive and how that lack of compulsion worries her somehow.All Lucy cares about is being with the boy she loves for no reason at all. Colin: Colin is, like many of his YA compatriots, a Ken doll. He is an asexual ideal, a feminized boy who only exists in the very purest, very cleanest of romantic fantasies. I would say that he has no penis, but he seems to be able to think ONLY with his penis, so there goes that argument. What else would you expect from a boy who is willing to risk death to touch boobies? Colin's thoughts are so idealized, so detailed, that he doesn't feel at all masculine. I'm not saying that a guy can't wax poetic about a girl's looks, but this is just too much. Colin is everything a girl could want, he dreams about Lucy so much, and none of it is realistic. He wants more. He practically aches for her touch. It’s more than hormones. It’s like he’s physically drawn into her space, has to force himself to keep any sort of acceptable distance.Sucked into her presence. Drawn in by her aura. Please. He cannot stop thinking in excruciating details about her appearance. Her smile. Her eyes. Her dimple makes him think of giggled pleas, mischievous promises, and the taste of sugar on his tongue. Gunmetal eyes meet his, and the color is alive, churning like an angry ocean, pulling him in.He notices her "fragility," her "vulnerability," not to mention the various colors of her eyes while hiding his romantic thoughts from his macho best friend. Right, every girl's fantasy. Colin mumbles, “Maybe gray,” but his heart is thundering.Not recommended. This is a romance, and not even a believable one. Quotes taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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[image] This is an alternate retelling of Robin Hood, where Will Scarlet is a hemorrhoidal pain in the ass who talks like a Monty Python and the Holy G [image] This is an alternate retelling of Robin Hood, where Will Scarlet is a hemorrhoidal pain in the ass who talks like a Monty Python and the Holy Grail cast reject that gets involved in a horrifyingly painful love triangle WITH ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN. There are two facts about Will Scarlet that you should know before starting this book. 1. Will Scarlet is actually a "she," a girl disguised as a boy 2. The "Scarlet" in her name refers to the fact that SHE CAN'T STOP FUCKING BLUSHING* *That's actually something I made up, but I wasn't exaggerrating when I say that she blushes like fucking crazy. Will Blushes Scarlet: OH MY GOD JUST STAAAAHP ALREADY. I wanted to love Scarlet, I really do. A kick-ass heroine who disguises herself as a boy in order to steal from the rich and give to the poor?! FUCK YEAH, give me more of that shit. No. I admit, there is a fair bit of kick-assery in there, but it feels completely unrealistic becaues Will Scarlet can't decide who or what the fuck she is. Is she a kick-ass fighting tomboy?! Or is she a girl whose heart goes aflutter whenever she gets near Robin Hood? So many time in this book, her heart flushes, her heartbeat go pitter-patter, her belly gets butterflies. My stomach's content just turned over. Let's see, blushing...how many instances are there? "I felt heat on my face and hated that the sun would show me blushing," "It were dark, so they couldn’t prove I were blushing," "I blushed," "[I was] cold again but for my cheeks, which were blushing hard," "I were blushing hot," "I felt my cheeks blush," "I blushed hot," "I shake him off, blushing," "I blushed a little," "it sent my cheeks blushing," "I blushed a bit." Ok, we've gotten the blushing over with. Now onto the flushing! "I pulled my head away, flushed and not sure what to do, or say, or think," "my cheeks flush," "my cheeks flushed dark," "I flushed," "my cheeks went hot," "blood filled up my cheeks." Oh, but the stomach-churning flutterings don't stop there, no! Let's see what other sort of over-extravagant emotion our dauntless fighting girl has in store for us! "The air whooshed from my chest," "the breath whooshed out of me," "my belly twisted," "my belly flipped over," "my heart started to flutter-beat in my chest," "I got that funny, twisted feeling," "my heart lurched," "my heart dropped out from my chest," "my knees had gone fair wobbling," "my stomach pushed into my pipes." Spare me. This book tries to sell me the fact that Scarlet is a fierce warrior; it didn't convince me in the least. Scarlet is ruled by her feelings, she lets her heart win over her head, she gets nervous, she feels tremors, she acts like a silly little girl who was forced into being a warrior instead of a warrior born, instead of one who has chosen her fate. Scarlet's Personality: Incongruous. In-con-gru-ous: /adjective/ not in harmony or keeping with the surroundings or other aspects of something. That is the single word that can be used to describe Scarlet's personality. She is not a good character. She is an annoying character. She acts like a petulant child instead of a rational, cool-headed warrior. She snaps at people at the very tinest, dumbest provocation. “Bugger off,” I snapped.Scarlet loses her temper extremely fast. She makes some really dumb decisions at times...like rushing off to attack people in broad fucking daylight. There is a way to be subtle, Robin Hood's Merry Men have to stick around awhile in order to accomplish their good deeds, and Scarlet does things with the subtlety of a pink and purple polka-dotted elephant dancing on a unicycle. Her Speech: I absolutely HATED her first-person narrative. I mentioned that she talks like a Monty Python reject, and she does. It is annoying, it distracts from the already terribly boring narrative, and it makes no fucking sense when you take into consideration who she actually is (view spoiler)[Maid Marian, a noblewoman (hide spoiler)]. Her dialogue is pretentious, it is heavy dotted with grammatical inconsistencies, which doesn't feel authentic at all, because in one instance, she talks like a street urchin complete with "ain'ts" and "weren'ts." Her fucking "weren't." "I weren't," "he weren't." Fuck you. It doesn't make any fucking sense because she speaks in horribly accented speech like an uneducated wench... “Just because you kissed me don’t mean I’m your girl none,” I told him.Even her very thoughts are sprinkled with terrible grammar, only to have her turn out to be who she is...Scarlet's character completely reeks of artifice. It seems like Scarlet is the only one who speaks like that in the entire book. The other characters are seemingly no better off than she is, they're a bunch of ragtag men, after all, but their speech is all perfectly normal, without any pretensions to be anything lower or more crass. The inconsistency of Scarlet's dialogue and thoughts in contrast to the other "normal guys" only serves to make her more of an utterly unconvincing character. Her Fighting Skills: HOW THE FUCK DID SHE GET THEM?! We see her fight. A lot. She kicks ass. She dresses as a boy, she dresses down some boys. There's no disputing that the girl can fight. BUT HOW?! Once her history is mentioned, it makes even less sense. How does such a girl become such a fierce fighter, in such a short time? It makes no fucking sense, and I don't buy it. I respect that she is a good fighter, but you have to convince me that she is one, I don't want a character to magically become an awesome fighter just because. Give me a fucking reason. Show me her training. Tell me WHY I should respect her and how Scarlet became who she is today. This book brings me in cold as to her history, and it continues to leave me in the dark. The Setting: This book does a fucking terrible job of giving us a setting. It truly is one of the worst excuses for a historical book I have ever read. WHAT SETTING? We're in the past, but rather than an actual time period, this book has the feel of anything from...say, Crusade-era to, I don't know....mid-19th century England. I could only tell it was England due to the fact that "London" was mentioned. This is one of those times when I longed for purple prose and long descriptions, because there were none in this book. This book was all action and more action and not much more than that. There is no clear descriptions of anything. No descriptions about the dress. Few descriptions about the people. I couldn't even begin to tell you what the fuck Robin and John looked like. There was no sense of time other than the brief mention of "Oh, I went to the Crusades blah blah years ago." Ok, we're in the time of the Crusades. IS THAT ALL? GIVE ME SOME MORE DETAILS, FOR FUCK'S SAKES. Christ on a cracker. Let me give you a description. The Templar flag is that of a red cross on a white background. Do you like that? That's more description than most anything you get from this fucking book. It could have taken place in 19th century backwoods of England, for all that matters. There is no sense of time, no sense of place, no atmosphere whatsoever to this book. One other thing that bothered me about this book: Robin, the Earl, is referred to as "your grace," because of his status as the Earl. Correct me if I'm wrong, but "your grace" is an honorary address for a duke, right? The Love Triangle: FUCK THAT SHIT. Robin Hood would fucking NEVER. WHY?! I mean, really, WHY?! There should be no fucking time for romance when the Sheriff is corrupt, and threatening to string up your entire town for not paying the taxes. Did he think I were John’s bit of fun for the day? My belly twisted and I didn’t like the feeling.There should be no fucking time for romance when the Thief Hunter is burning up your hideout and threatening to decapitate the people in your town for hiding your identity. His eyes looked into mine in a way that made my breath suck out of my pipes. “You’re every kind of surprise, you know that?”There should be no fucking time for romance when there is a traitor in town who is threatening to destroy all you hold dear. He looked at me, his eyes running over my face. He came closer, and I were against the wall, so my heart started to flutter-beat in my chest. I didn’t much like feeling trapped. He palmed my hat, pushing it back.There's no fucking time for romance when you are on the run, hiding from a man who's out for your blood. His lips pressed against mine, strong like the rest of him and a little wet, pushing my lips into a fair good kiss. He caught me up ’bout the waist and kissed me deeper. I shut my eyes, and Rob’s face popped into my head.Most of all, THERE SHOULD BE NO FUCKING TIME FOR A LOVE TRIANGLE WHEN YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING TRUST AND BEFRIEND ONE ANOTHER. ROBIN HOOD'S MERRY MEN DO NOT FIGHT AMONG ONE ANOTHER FOR A GIRL'S FUCKING EVER-CHANGING HEART. “About John,” he said at long last.This was just a terrible book. There is too much action without much else. There is no subtlety to the plot. 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| Chiron looked surprised. “I thought that would be obvious enough. The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.”As someone who has worked in L Chiron looked surprised. “I thought that would be obvious enough. The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.”As someone who has worked in Los Angeles, I can tell you that this is completely accurate. While Harry Potter was spending his summers at the Dursleys, Percy Jackson attended Camp Half-Blood. This book has done the impossible: it has redeemed the name of Percy. Yes, that's right, that snot-faced, lily-livered waste of air of the very same name from the Harry Potter universe. That name is now relegated to the ranks of "acceptable," because of my love for this book. Perseus (Percy) Jackson is the kind of kid with whom you can't help sympathizing. He is the type that's born under a dark star, because inevitably, wherever he goes, whatever he does, however good his intentions, he can't help but fuck everything up. Everything that can, does and will go wrong. A simple field trip can turn into a disaster in seconds. Jay-Z's got 99 problems, Percy might have more. He nearly flunks all his classes, he's got dyslexia, he's got ADHD, and then there's Nancy Bobofit. Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends—I guess she’d gotten tired of stealing from the tourists—and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover’s lap.Nancy Bobofit is not a major character in the book. I have to mention her because her character resounded with me. I had my own Nancy Bobofit back in grade school, only her name is Mimi. Nearly 2 decades later, the memory of her horrible face still makes me shudder. But I digress. As if the bullies aren't bad enough, his dad is a no-show, his stepfather is LITERALLY named Ugli, and there are crones foretelling Percy's death as well as a minotaur chasing his ass around. AND NOBODY'S TELLING HIM A SINGLE FUCKING THING. What's with all the secrecy, man? As it turned out, Percy is *whispers* special. He is a half-blood, meaning one of his parents is a Greek deity. He gets sent to Camp Half-Blood, with roughly 100 other kids like him. It's a freaky place for a kid who's known nothing but relative normalcy his entire life. All of a sudden, he's playing Pinochle with a Greek God (Dionysus---what a drunk), his best friend Grover turns out to be a satyr, and the gorgeous blond girl who rescues him thinks he's a doofus and she keeps calling him "seaweed brain." To be fair, Percy had it coming. He is kind of a seaweed brain. "Another time, Athena and Poseidon competed to be the patron god for the city of Athens. Your dad created some stupid saltwater spring for his gift. My mom created the olive tree. The people saw that her gift was better, so they named the city after her.”Not your best moment, Percy. As it turned out, Percy IS special. His dad is one of the Big Three gods. Which kind of sucks, because that's not supposed to happen. “About sixty years ago, after World War II, the Big Three agreed they wouldn’t sire any more heroes. Their children were just too powerful."A lot of people would think it was pretty cool to have such a powerful dad...not really. Now that I was declared a son of one of the Big Three gods who weren’t supposed to have kids, I figured it was a crime for me just to be alive.Not only does Percy have to struggle to fit in at Camp Half-Blood, but there's some shit going on in Mount Olympus. The gods are fighting again (when are they not)... "During the winter solstice, at the last council of the gods, Zeus and Poseidon had an argument. The usual nonsense: ‘Mother Rhea always liked you best,’ ‘Air disasters are more spectacular than sea disasters,’ et cetera."...and consequently, like a brother playing a prank on his younger siblings, someone's stuff was stolen. And Zeus thinks that his bro, Poseidon, put Percy up to it. Of course, blame the poor kid. Now Percy is shit out of luck YET AGAIN, and he's got no choice but to go on this huge stupid quest into the underworld (Los Angeles, ha!) to clear his name. He's not alone, he's accompanied by the snarky, gorgeous, fiercely competent Annabeth (she of the seaweed brain name-calling), as well as the most incompetent satyr that ever lived. In his pocket was a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him, even though he only knew two songs: Mozart’s Piano Concerto no. 12 and Hilary Duff’s “So Yesterday,” both of which sounded pretty bad on reed pipes.It's going to be a loooooooong trip to the Underworld. The Setting: THIS. THIS IS HOW YOU DO GREEK MYTHOLOGY. I am a Greek mythology buff. I FUCKING LOVED THIS BOOK. This book is just absolutely fucking perfect in every way when it comes to rewriting and reinterpreting the Greek pantheon. It is so hilariously, awesomely irreverent, but completely fitting. The gods are reimagined, but they stay true to their true nature, and the myths are retold in a cheeky, flippant manner that had me giggling my ass off. This book is so fantastically snarky to the Greek gods. Everything is incredibly well-explained to a lay audience, like how the Greek gods can't seem to keep it in their pants. Annabeth nodded. “Your father isn’t dead, Percy. He’s one of the Olympians.”And apparently, the habit runs true for both male and female goddesses. “What? You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?”The existence of Greek gods and goddesses themselves are well explained, and believable. “Come now, Percy. What you call ‘Western civilization.’ Do you think it’s just an abstract concept? No, it’s a living force. A collective consciousness that has burned bright for thousands of years. The gods are part of it."I had my doubts about the execution of the premise of Greek mythology, and all my doubts have been destroyed. his book does great justice to the Greek gods, it is the most faithful rendition than I have ever read. The Characters: Yes, Percy is a special snowflake, but HELL, I LOVED THE LITTLE SHIT. He's got a special destiny. He is a special child. I DON'T CARE. Percy is such a sympathetic character, and although he won't be replacing Harry Potter in my heart any time soon, there is a special spot for him. He can give up pretty fast. He's kind of a wimp, but you know, finding out that you're a hald-blooded demigod is kind of a big deal, and I understand his attitude of "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE." I didn’t know what else to do. I waved back.He doesn't really want to do anything big. He's pretty stupid sometimes (Auntie Em, geez), he's not exactly heroic. He only does the heroic shit when there are no other options. “All right,” I said. “It’s better than being turned into a dolphin.”I loved Annabeth, she is all I could want from a female supporting character. I can't say that I'm fond of Grover...but I can't help feeling that we'll be seeing more of him in the future. “But a quest to . . .” Grover swallowed. “I mean, couldn’t the master bolt be in some place like Maine? Maine’s very nice this time of year.”Overall: a fantastic book. A good middle grade book makes you feel like a child again, and this book did just the trick. I found myself giggling throughout the book, and an hour after reading it, there's still a smile on my face that can't be wiped off. ...more |
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[image] Welcome to St. Vladimir's Academy. Or rather... "Welcome to Lumiére Academy. Your school."For fuck's sakes, the book doesn't even spell Lumi [image] Welcome to St. Vladimir's Academy. Or rather... "Welcome to Lumiére Academy. Your school."For fuck's sakes, the book doesn't even spell Lumière with the correct accent mark (4 years of French, bitches!). A 17 year old girl is living on the run; she is on the move every few months, she cannot risk staying in the same place for long. Suddenly, a handsome, mysterious, dark-haired ass-kicking stranger shows up to carry her back to a secret school for mythological creatures of her race, to the heritage to which she was born. She is behind in schooling, she is forced to take remedial lessons with a sexy fighting tutor. Her school and her people are attacked by evil, demon-like, soulless creatures who seek the extinction of her race, and to turn others into themselves. Meanwhile, at her school, there are tremendous social conflicts between the soldiers who are forced to serve and protect the "royal" members of a pure bloodline. It's all fun and games until someone gets kidnapped. Does that sound fucking familiar to you? This book would be a blatant ripoff of Vampire Academy, if Vampire Academy had no depth whatsoever. The characters are a mermaid-mythology mixture of the characters from VA, which would be funny if not for the fact that they are all Super. Fucking. Special. Like this book's equivalent of Dimitri Belikov...he's not just a bad-ass soldier. He's a PRINCE as well! Not to mention there's a freaking love square. The World Building: Piss poor. Utterly terrible and confusing. If I didn't know this book was about ondines and water elementals, I would not have been able to tell by reading this book. The names and dropped. Ondines, selkies, Dessondines, etc. It all takes place on land, there is not much that is magic about this world, because the Ondines are humans, just humans who live long and have magical powers. There is nothing wondrous about their world and about their people. There are selkies in the book, they are selkies in human form only. We get little about the myth of the selkies besides the fact that they are an "ancient race." The explanation of all the four Water Elementals were tremendously confusing, the segregation of social classes were mind-boggling, and it took me a good chunk of the novel to figure it all out. This is one of the time when I was grateful that there was a glossary in the back of the book. The Similarities: The Moroi = The Ondines: The pure-blooded vampire Moroi are this book's equivalent of the Redavi, the royalty of the Water Elementals. Like the Moroi, the Ondines think themselves superior. Like the Moroi, the Ondines are capable of the creation of two races. "Ondines are peaceful, powerful, and protective. Along with our dessondine ancestors, we are responsible for the protection and maintenance of water. We give birth to two races, ondines and demillirs. We are beings of magic, leaders and symbols of the water elemental world."Ondines, like Moroi, do not fight. They have others to fight for them. "I still don't understand how training ondines to fight is a problem."Like the old-blood Moroi, the royal Ondines are immensely wealthy, having amassed fortunes throughout their long lives. Elemental Magic: Like the Moroi, the Ondines each possess a magical ability. Broussard's eyes swept the classroom. "Who can name the eight Virtues?"The Dhampirs = The Demilirs/The Gardinels: Half human males who serve as protectors and guardians of the Ondines. They possess the strength and agility that the Ondines do not possess (except for Kendra because she is extra fucking special). ...most non-Redavi demillirs serve as chevaliers because they possess extra-human speed and strength.There is a considerable amount of tension between the working class guards and the Ondines who think themselves superior to those who have to fight. "Redavi demillirs take afternoon classes in business and politics. But they usually just hang around bragging about their inheritances."The Strigoi = The Aquidae: Both are demonic beings who seek to "turn" the pure into their own wickedly evil race. They used to be normal, until they were turned. "Aquidae are grotesque demons with no soul. No matter how much they may look like us, they are not. They do not live, but feed off violence and death." She shook her head sadly. "The great tragedy is that these abominations used to be beings of light."Their numbers are endless because they can always be created. The only way to destroy them...is by staking or decapitation. "How can an Aquidae be killed?"St. Vladimir's Academy = St. Lumiere Academy: A specialized academy, unknown to humans, whose mission is to educate in the use of magic for the "pure" Ondines, and fighting classes for those who live to serve the Ondines. "Depends on what teacher you get. We're all juniors," Ryder motioned to everyone at the table, "which means we have most of our regular classes together. In the afternoon, we go to chevalier training classes while ondines take elemental magic or Virtue classes."Rose + Lissa = Kendra: What do you get when you mix Dhampir Rose with Moroi royalty Lissa? You get super special ass-kicking prophecy child Kendra. She has all of Rose's sultry, dark-haired sexiness. Thick, straight hair tumbled down to my waist, and I gave it a few more swipes with a brush to make it shine. I swept all of it in front of my left shoulder so that my right shoulder lay bare, showing off my tattoo. The familiar feel of my dagger in its usual place at the small of my back comforted me.And Rose's sexuality, and Rose's fighting skills, and Rose's attitude. And none of her depth. Kendra is Rose in a photograph. You can see what she's like, but there is no personality to her otherwise. She does not grow, she exhibits all of Rose's temper and childishness, and none of the likeability because of the fact that she is so utterly special. Rose is imperfect. Rose is shunned, Rose earns our respect. Kendra does not. Mainly because Kendra exhibits all of what makes Lissa special, as well. Kendra never has my sympathy because of how utterly fucking special she is. I remembered that tournament two years ago. I'd won decisively in kumite, the free sparring division against a six-five guy who was over twice my weight. Receiving that trophy was one of the proudest moments of my life.She is not just a bad-ass fighter, she is also Ondine royalty. Or as they call it here, Redavi. I knew we were Redavi, which is kind of like nobility in ondine society.So she has Lissa's royal bloodline. Fucking awesome, and not only that, Kendra has Lissa's special talent in Spirit, as well. Or as they call it here, Empath. And Empath are SOOOOOO FUCKING RARE among the Ondine. "You're an Empath?" Chloe squeaked. "That's really rare."So not only is she special because she is a fighter, she is royalty, she has special clairvoyance, but Kendra is also part of a prophecy. She will save her people. "There was a prophecy," Aubrey said. "No one knows the exact details because prophecies are highly protected. But it predicted the coming of an ondine who would have the mark of the elemental diamond on her left ankle, and the mark of water on her right shoulder. As the sondaleur, she'd bring about the end of our war with the Aquidae."God help us. Not only is she super special, but there is a prophecy involving her birth as well. Dimitri Belikov = Tristan Belicoux: My god, even their last names sound alike. Tristan is actually Dimitri with a dash of Adrian Ivashkov. Not only is he a very competent bodyguard and fighter... Every movement was full of power, revealing the litheness of his body and his superior skill and control. Gold streaked through the air as his kouperet staked first one and then the other.But he is fucking Selkie royalty, as well. He is wealthy, he is refined, he is a Prince and a fighter. "And of course, you've met Prince Tristan Belicoux."He is more of a Dimitri than Adrian. Tristan has Dimitri's self control, his sense of loyalty and honor. A blatant ripoff. Adrian Ivashkov = Julian LeVeq: The playful, insolent playboy, also of royal blood himself. A few years older, a graduate of Lumiere Academy. He has a reputation for dropping panties everywhere he goes. "He's got quite a rep with the ladies," Chloe said. "And you're totally his type."There is a hidden depth to him. Julian LeVeq leaned casually against the wall, a small smile playing on his lips.He chills. Julian LeVeq leaned casually against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, charisma rolling off him in waves.He lounges on a park bench. He is smooth. He reads obscure poetry. He is relaxation personified because every fucking time we see him, he's just chillin'. Julian LeVeq lounged on a bench directly beneath the lamp, reading a battered paperback of The Complete Poetry of Arthur Rimbaud.Except for when he's fighting. A lover AND a fighter. Color me bored. Mason Ashford = Ryder: A Forbidden Love: It wouldn't be a Vampire Academy ripoff without a love story, would it? In this case, we have the forbidden love between Aubrey shot me a surprised look. "You haven't heard? She went Rogue. Ran off last night with the gardinel assigned to her mother. They'd been together secretly for awhile."LOVE SQUARE: THIS IS NOT A SIMILARITY TO VA BECAUSE EVERYONE IS IN LOVE WITH KENDRA. Not only the dreamy, swoony, impossible-love of Tristan, but there's also funny, friendly boy Ryder who is once again relegated to the fucking nice boy who is jerked around like a puppet on a string. Ryder and I spent quite a chunk of time together every day. I didn't consider him my boyfriend, but I did enjoy being around him. He made me laugh and his unfailing admiration made me feel good. Selfish as that feeling may be, I needed it a lot right now.But there's also Julian on top of that! Julian probably wanted to add me to his long list of conquered women and he thought his chances would improve if we spent more time together.So what's better than ONE royalty in love with you? TWO royalty who wants to get into your pants, as well as a boy on the side with whom you can screw around without consequences, because, hey, fuck his feelings, amirite? Just read Vampire Academy, your mind will thank you from not having to draw out constant similarities. ...more |
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| A knife flashed in her hand and she lunged at him. A knife flashed in her hand and she lunged at him.[image] You had one job. One fucking job. “You must kill the boy.”One. Fucking. Job. This is not a story about redemption, this is the love story of the most bungling, bumbling, incompetent Fate in the entire fucking universe and the most starry-eyed boy who ever lived. This is the kind of mess of a story that results when you throw a element of Greek mythology into a blender with parallel worlds and alternate universes. While you're at it, toss in some Blood Nymphs, chaos theory, and, oh, why not, throw a gnome in there, too. Yes, a gnome. Yes, Fate, as in the Greek Fates. At least this book tries to be. But it's not. It's true, there are figures in Greek mythology called the Fates, but they're only similar to the Fates in this book if you looked at them through a magnifiying glass that's sprinkled with glitter, unicorn horn fragments, fairy dust, and a good deal of rancid, putrid fecal matter. God fucking save us if this incompetent piece of shit were in charge of our fucking destiny. This was her fault. She had disturbed the balance of the universe.You had one job. The Summary: Corinthe is one of the Fates on Pyralis. At least, she was. Corinthe was exiled ten years ago when she, like Eve in the garden of Eden, started asking too many questions and was punished for her insubordinance. As punishment, she was cast out into the world of Humana, or as we know it, Earth. Since then, she has been casting marbles (apparently human destinies are encased in marbles, who knew? Maybe we're just merely pawns in the gigantic Marble game of the Gods, but I digress) and trying to fulfil her mission of fucking with human destinies in order to return to Pyralis. And oh, how she longs for Pyralis. She ached to return to Pyralis, to the twilight and the scent of flowers layered through the air, to the vast horizon of stars and the trees that whispered songs to her in the half darkness, and to her sisters, singing to the sky, running through the forests.In order to return to Pyralis, she has to fulfil one final mission: Kill a boy. There's just a problem, she doesn't want to do it. Her fate depended on his.Lucas is a boy. A special boy. A different boy. A special boy who has always known he was different. He never exactly felt like an outsider, but the thought was always there, in the back of his mind: Different.He has had a rough life, his sister is a 15-year old slut (but he adores her deeply anyway). Poor little sister, she with her bellyy-button-baring shirts. She of the chain smoking habit. She's a bad one. She's going to turn out just like his no-good mother who left her children. But Lucas is such a fucking saint, he adores his little bitch of a sister, Jasmine, anyway. Lucas has a girlfriend, a wonderful, brilliant, beautiful girl named Karen. She is a bright star, a student who has won early admission to Stanford. He feels indifferent towards her. Because there's just something about this girl, Corinthe, that catches his eyes. Maybe it's her eyes. Her silvery-purple eyes. She had the craziest eyes he’d ever seen. … Gray, but tinged almost with purple, like the bay reflecting the sunset.Silvery purple?! That's just a new level of Mary Sue-ism right there. Oh yeah, it's definitely her eyes that Lucas loves. The soft grayish-purple color of her eyes was unlike anything he’d ever seen, and he couldn’t keep from staring. Her pupils dilated and the color changed, deepening to a wild violet hue that reminded him of dark storm clouds in a summer sky.The guy can definitely wax poetic about a girl's features, let me tell you that. The fire lit up crazy colors in her eyes—threads of silver and gold, that wild violet color—and for a second, he felt as if he was consumed by her eyes, lost in them.Or maybe it's her scent. Her intoxicating scent! *sigh* She smelled like flowers—lilac. The word popped into his head. It was intoxicating. He wanted to bury his face in her hair and breathe her in. Do more than just breathe her in.That scent. Man, it's like...orgasmic. The space between them grew smaller; the smell of her, that insane smell of flowers, intensified.Lucas just came a little. For a second, her head lolled heavily against his, and he could smell her breath. Flowers.The feeling is rather mutual. Corinthe needs to kill him. She just can't do it. Mostly because she doesn't want to. Because she is fucking incompetent, and partially because she keeps fainting. And then her lovely eyes rolled backward, her body relaxed, and she lost consciousness.Because it's so important to note that her eyes are "lovely" when the girl fucking faints. There are greater stakes at play than the fate of a single human boy. One boy's life can change the fate of Pyralis. “You will destroy Pyralis, Corinthe. You will destroy everything you love. Is that what you want? The only way to stop it is to kill him.”As their "destines are intertwined" *insert eye-rolling here*, will Corinthe fulfill her mission? Will she kill the boy? But she didn’t know whether she could kill him.I'll give you one fucking guess. [image] The Setting: Ridiculous. I wasn't kidding around when I said the version of the Fates in this book is fucked beyond all recognition. This book takes the name of the Fates from Greek mythology...but there is absolutely no resemblance to the original myth. The Fates in this book live on Pyralis, which is a twinkly, warm, fluffy, frilly sort of paradise. The sort of place with eternal twilight and fairies sing on pretty flowers and everyone is happy and nobody is ever hurt and there are no emotions but that of contentment! Yeah, that sort of bullshit. In Greek Mythology, the Fates are represented by a the spinner, the weaver, the cutter of the threads of life...not so in this book. The Fates in this book don't exactly have Greek names. Her sister Fates: Alexia, Alessandra, Beatrice, Brienne, Calyssa...And they wear dresses made out of fucking flower petals like a fucking Disney fairy. In Pyralis, the Fates all looked the same. They wove white dresses out of flower petals.And you don't just have one setting because there is a fucking mess of alternate parallel universes as well, in which one is immersed without warning. The setting in this book is disjointed, nonsensical, uncompelling, and it contributes almost nothing to the plot. KILL HIM! FUCKING KILL HIM ALREADY: THIS BOOK COULD HAVE ENDED SO MUCH SOONER THAN IT DID. All she had to do was kill him. Kill the motherfucking boy. Just one boy. One soul in 6 (soon to be 7) billion people on earth. Corinthe has been responsible for other deaths before. She is a Fate. She is used to dishing out destiny. SO JUST FUCKING KILL THE BOY ALREADY. From the very beginning of the book, she tries to fucking kill him. Only...only... The way he had looked at her, the hunger in his eyes, made something ache deep inside of her.NO. NOT KISS HIM. KILL HIM. Enough, she told herself. Wherever he was, she would find him and kill him. There was no choice, only destiny.Right. Stop saying it. Do it. There was no way she could kill him, even if she wanted to.Jesus fucking Christ. You had ONE job. SHE'S TRYING TO KILL ME. I LOVE HER!: Lucas, you stupid piece of shit. Lucas's brain is so firmly entrenched in his penis, it's a wonder he doesn't lose it every time he takes a piss because it seems like that's the rate at w hich he loses his abilities to think. She's trying to kill him. But he just wants to kiss her! He pulled her hips forward instinctively, molding them against his body.Over and over and over. Don't make excuses for her. THE GIRL JUST CAME AT YOU WITH A KNIFE. Was she a runaway? Maybe he had startled her and she had come after him in self-defense. Assumed he was going to turn her in.She tries (very halfheartedly) to kill him, and Lucas is like, well, ok, I shouldn't trust her. BUT SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL ;_; I can't help myself. Luc turned back toward Corinthe. She paused, and a gust of wind lifted strands of her hair, making it dance around her head chaotically. For a second, insanely, he wondered how it would feel to have her body pressed up against him one more time.OH FOR FUCK'S SAKES. SHE HAS A KNIFE AT YOUR THROAT. Stop trusting her! Beautiful girls can be crazy, too, especially when this one HAS A HISTORY OF WANTING YOU DEAD. Girl or not, injured or not, she was still trying to kill him. He was on her in an instant, straddling her waist, the knife pulled quickly from his belt and pressed against her throat.THAT'S RIGHT! GET HER! Or not. Corinthe grabbed his hand, forced the knife against the pulse that beat wildly in her neck. Her eyes glistened in the suns, turning a haunting shade of purple. She arched her back, lifting her chin so she was even more exposed to him.I can't think of two creatures more suited to one another because clearly both are fucking morons who don't deserve to live. Which serves just as well since neither can ever be persuaded to kill one another even if the fate of the universe hinged on it. The Romance: The only thing that this book has in terms of plot is a romance, and it is the most unconvincing thing I've ever read. The romance comes out of nowhere. It is insta-love like you have never known insta-love before. Lucas does not feel like an authentically male voice because all he blabbers about is how pretty Corinthe is, how lovely she is, how beautiful her eyes are, how good she smells, how beautiful her body looks...most of it while she's making an attempt at killing him. Idiot boy. There is zero connection between them except that of "I FEEL S/HE IS DIFFERENT," and "I HAVE AN INEXPLICABLE ATTRACTION TO HIM/HER." Truly. He is fascinated about every detail about Corinthe. The fact that she has unpainted nails (god forbid) turns him on like nothing else. Everything she does is magic. The silk wraparound skirt she had on billowed around her legs. She smoothed it down over her hips and he forgot everything—what to think, what to say, how to breathe.The entire fucking book is an exercise in madness on the part of the reader because Lucas can't be fucked to think of much else besides how beautiful Corinthe is interspersed partially by his worry about his missing sister. Corinthe, in her own way, is completely obsessed with Lucas, as well. She feels inexplicably that he is DIFFERENT. For ten years she’d been dwelling in this world, executing fates as the Unseen Ones willed, but none of the humans had made her feel this way before. What was different this time?There is no relationship building, no earning of trust, nothing to their relationship besides that of star-crossed lovers designated by fate. This was such a frustratingly stupid book. ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5 “A kestrel is a hunting hawk.”Actual rating: 3.5 “A kestrel is a hunting hawk.”The second half of this book was exceedingly better than the first. The first was plagued with a rather weak, insipid heroine, an asshat of a "slave" who, seriously, did not act like a fucking slave at all, more like the king of a castle. I disagree with slavery (no shit...like anyone in their right mind would ever admit to agreeing with slavery), but the point is that within a book, the role is there to be played, and the so-called slave in this book was more in control than any slave I have ever imagined. Furthermore, the first half of the book was plagued with feeeeeelings and a girl who---instead of wanting to be a fucking bad-ass soldier like her father hoped---merely aspires to...play the piano. Womp womp womp. To add further to the insults, there is a clichéd as all hell love triangle between a "brute," a dark, brooding, wild slave, and a handsome, blond-haired, affable young nobleman. -________- The Summary: Kestrel is the pampered daughter of a general in the Valorian army. She holds a prestigious position in society---not very long ago, the Valorian army conquered the Herrani. The Herrani are now slaves, and their Valorian overlords have overtaken their country, their homes, and enslaved their people. Kestrel is 17, she doesn't have a lot of options in life. At 20, citizens are either forced to marry or enlist in the military. Kestrel wants neither. “But when you are faced with only two choices— the military or marriage—don’t you wonder if there is a third, or a fourth, or more, even, than that?”She has a talent for music, she wants to play the piano...but it is a shameful talent, because music is not an option for a well-born young lady. Only slaves play music. If the Herrani hadn’t prized music so highly before the war, that, too, might have changed things. But in the eyes of Valorian society, music was a pleasure to be taken, not made, and it didn’t occur to many that the making and the taking could be the same.One day, Kestrel is dragged to a slave auction. A young "brute" of a slave caught her eyes. His name is Smith. The auctioneer wants him to sing, to put on an exhibition. He doesn't. Kestrel wants him, she feels inexplicably drawn to him. She bids an astonishingly high sum for Smith. Kestrel drew in a shaky breath. Her bones felt watery. What had she done?Smith is a smith, or rather, a blacksmith. His real name is Arin. After her purchase, Kestrel tries to forget about him, but she can't. Amidst the high society gatherings, amidst her suitors, among them, is the earnest, handsome Ronan. Ronan is her best friend's brother. He has long held her in his regard. Shouldn’t she care? Didn’t she welcome Ronan’s attention?She doesn't. It is Arin who holds her thoughts. Unbeknownst to Kestrel, Arin has his own secrets and plans, and which might cost Kestrel's life. The fate of two nations are at stake. The Setting & Plot: This is your typical high fantasy, and it is very well done. I have no complaints as to the world building whatsoever. There is no info-dumping, and everything made sense. The two nations and how one came to enslave the other are well explained. I love the minor details, like the fact that music is looked down by the conquering Valorians because it was valued by the country which they defeated. I absolutely loved the political plot. The second half of the book was amazing, and it saved this book. The first half of the plot plodded on, cluttered with Kestrel's indecisiveness, Arin's prickly behavior, peppered with balls and sneaking music sessions and shopping and suitors. There were very minor but definite clues as to what would transpire in the second half of the book, everything was very subtly done. There are mysterious deaths, hints of unrest, duels...minor nuances that led up to the tremendous and shocking events of the second half. Kestrel: She took a really fucking long time to grow on me. There are some characters whom I absolutely adore and admire from the very beginning: Kestrel is not one of them. She is initially...not so much weak as indecisive. She's the sort of typical teenaged girl in that she's not sure of what she wants in life, except that she doesn't want to be what her father expects her to be. Which is a soldier. Initially, Kestrel appears spineless. I have to confess I looked down on her for choosing to want to play music over that of a bad-ass soldier girl. "...she had no natural talent for fighting."Not only that, her skill is in being a military strategist. Kestrel has a brilliant mind for strategy. She chooses not to exercise it. She flaunts society's rules instead of helping her nation establish its dominance. “Imagine how the empire would benefit if you truly worked with me,” he said, “and used that talent to secure its territories, instead of pulling apart the logic of customs that order our society.”She is indecisive about everything. She doesn't want to get married. She doesn't want a career. Kestrel is the sort of girl who just wants to float along in life doing whatever she fucking pleases, without consequence. She is weak, even when it comes to being a mistress in her own home. I like that she is gentle with her slaves, but there is a line between kind discipline, and cruelty, and Kestrel doesn't seem to be able to distinguish where that line lies. Kestrel constantly lets Arin, her SLAVE, talk back to her in front of her friends, in front of her peers. “What did you say?” Arin whispered in Valorian. He was staring at Jess. “Of course you have no gods. You have no souls.”She doesn't do anything about his rudeness, his VERY PUBLIC rudeness. She allows Arin to walk all over her, while he is his slave. She gives him the ability to bargain for his cooperation. She allows her own reputation to be sullied because it was rumored that they were lovers. She receives mocking letters because she cannot put these horrible, shameful rumors to rest: Do you think you are the first? it read. The only Valorian to take a slave to her bed? Poor fool!Kestrel puts herself in danger for him, she puts herself up to a DUEL, risking her own life for a slave when all he would have gotten are lashes in punishment. She gives no thoughts to her father, to the fact that she is his only surviving relative, his heir. All she thinks about is saving fucking Arin's skin. His hands fell away. “You, too. What a stupid thing for you to do. Why did you do that? Why would you do such a stupid thing?”Bold words. It doesn't change the fact that her decision was was fucking stupid. To my relief, in the second half of the book, Kestrel grew. She develops a spine. She learns to listen to herself. She learns to stand up for herself. She learns that it is wisest not to entirely trust someone. Arin: An asshat, but thankfully, one that also grew on me. Arin has his own incentive, his own plans. My problem with Arin is that he's transparent as fuck. Arin wouldn't know subtlety it if bit him in the ass. A slave is not supposed to talk back to his mistress. A slave has no rights to demand anything of his mistress. A slave with a plot should blend in, instead of sticking out. A slave with a higher purpose shouldn't do fucking stupid things like get caught stealing a book, in doing so, risking his own fucking life. “He has stolen something.”Nope, no mistake. He did something incredibly stupid that risks his entire mission for the love of a sentimental fucking book. I did eventually grow to like Arin. It is a hard life, and Arin has had to suffer a lot for his mission. I understand his anger, I understand his frustration, and I do admire him. It has been a hard life for Arin. He has been enslaved since childhood, and I truly felt for his fate. "Swallow your pride.”The Romance: Bleh. Bleeeeeeeeeh. I really wish there wasn't a love triangle. Especially when I sympathized so much with "the other guy." The really, really nice other guy about whom Kestrel can't be bothered to give a fuck. Ronan ;_; She tried to push away thoughts of Arin on the auction block, of the look in his eyes when he asked where his honor was, of him swearing at her guards in his tongue. She held Ronan more tightly, pressing her cheek against his chest.Thinking about someone else when you're in another guy's arms. DAMN YOU, KESTREL. I liked the fact that there was no insta-love. I liked the fact that Arin and Kestrel's relationship took time to develop, but it felt like Arin found his way into Kestrel's heart too fast, too soon. Why didn’t he come to her?I liked the fact that they are both willing to admit their faults, and I like the fact that they communicate. The romance in this book was adequate, and much more believable than in most YA fiction. Overall: A good book, with a considerable amount of depth in world building, plot, and characters. Quotes taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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| Ninety percent of their sentences begin with “My boyfriend.” Ninety percent of their sentences begin with “My boyfriend.”This book is a teenaged boy's wet dream, in which girls are predictably stupid, in a school where every single girl is desperate for a boyfriend because of a low male-to-female ratio. There is this thing called the Bechdel Test. It asks whether a work of fiction features at least two women who talk to each other about something other than a man.This book would almost completely fail that test. [image] I'm not sure if the author intended to portray his female characters has shallow, airheaded bimbos at the expense of making the main character look good, or whether he has such a poor opinion of females, or whether the females in his life are actually people who talk about nothing but boys, shoes, and shopping, but I found the portrayal of girls in this book to be incredibly offensive. This book had an interesting premise. Sadly, that's where all the enjoyment ended for me. What's the point of a book about female empowerment independent of luuuurve when the book portrays EVERY SINGLE FEMALE (except the main character, of course) as shallow, stupid bitches who talk about nothing but... ...boys, shoes or our classmates.This book: - Has an incredibly shallow portrayal of high school - A main character who is hypocritical, judgmental, and so holier-than-thou that Jesus wouldn't be able to pray away her sanctimonious attitude - Stupid girls lots of stupid girls who do nothing but gossip. Doesn't matter if they're going to Ivy Leagues after they graduate. They still only care about boys and getting a boyfriend. - Cheating from the sanctimonious main character, no less - Blames the girls for the failure of the relationship The Premise: I’m just speeding up the inevitable.This book has a pretty cool premise. Becca is a "Break Up Artist." She doesn't believe in love. She hates love. She thinks love only leads to heartbreak and is completely jaded against the idea of love. She thinks that love = weak. Yeah, she's one of those protagonists. Becca breaks up relationships. Honestly, I like the idea. It's cruel, but when it comes to our loved ones, we're not nice people. She takes contracts under an anonymous name, and she breaks up the couple in question. It's neat, right? I mean, who among us haven't had a beloved friend date a complete fucking loser that you just want them to dump already? Becca receives a new assignment. It's worth a lot of money. She is to break up the school's #1 couple, Huxley (who was her former best friend), and Steve. Why does this perfect couple need to be broken up? Because it's the girl's (Huxley) fault that the guy (Steve) is choosing to be with her instead of pursuing his glorious future. Sure, blame the girl. That kid was born to play football, and he knows it. The only thing stopping him is right between that girl’s legs. Excuse my language.”First of all, Becca's not completely neutral in this. She hates Huxley because they were BFFs before Huxley spurned her for another group of friends. We used to be friends.It's a personal vendetta. It is morally questionable at best, and there's no such thing as neutrality anymore. There's no BIG BAD NO GOOD BOYFRIEND scenario. Steve and Huxley are in love, and completely devoted to each other. Becca isn't doing the right thing, she's just breaking the two up out of spite. It seeks to portray the main character as this *cue angelic choir here* AAAAAHHHHH~~~~ rational-minded protagonist OUT TO SAVE THE WORLD AGAINST THE EBILS OF WUV!...only to have her fall for this cheesy-ass fucking hit line herself. “Remember the part at the end, when Harry says to Sally, ‘When you find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want the rest of your life to start now’? That’s how I feel about you. Not the ‘rest of my life’ part. But you are the girl I’ve been searching for. You’re so different and interesting. This may sound crazy, but I can see myself falling in love with you.”P.S. THE GUY? HE'S HER FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND. Get the fuck out of here. The Setting: Having a significant other will put any student at Ashland High School on the social radar, and chances are if you’re in a relationship, someone else is talking about it.My god, there must have been something wrong with my high school. We had a school size of around 2000, whereas "Ashland High School" has a student body of 1500, but that's where the similarities end. For one thing everyone cares about relationships in this book. It seems like that's what all the girls talk about. Who gives a fuck about academics, it's about RELATIONSHIPS, DATING, BOYS! And man, the boys have SUCH an advantage. Ashland High has an overabundance of girls. It’s a sixty-five, thirty-five split. This gives guys a huge advantage. They can be fat, lazy and pimply and still get to be choosy. Finding a suitable guy to date is a study in Darwinism. Survival of the hottest. The options dwindle with each year.And with so few guys available, surely, EVERY SINGLE GIRL MUST WANT A GUY, RIGHT? I mean, my high school was so different. There were people (me! My best friend! My other best friends! Half the fucking school!) who didn't even date in high school. I mean, what the hell?! I mean, it's high school. Who's giving a crap about classes, AP tests, extracurricular activities, sports, volunteering anyway. Clearly high school is all about having a boyfriend or girlfriend. And in such a big school, eeeeeeeveryone knows who's dating who. I mean, they have dating dossiers to keep track of relationship statuses. Everyone gossips. Everyone knows each other's business. My fucking god. Every time a couple breaks up, they make front page news. His break-up with Bethann was felt throughout the AP hallway, where they had a mini fan club.Mini fan club! For a couple! Are you fucking kidding me?! The girls at this school will do anything for a boyfriend. They will pretend to like things they don't usually like. They will pretend to know about movies when they don't give a flying fuck about Martin Scorsese. They will do anything to land a boy in order not to appear to be pathetic loveless losers. One of the biggest joys coupled girls have is giving their single friends dating advice. Just because they lucked out—and it’s luck, nothing more—they believe that makes them dating experts. I’m sure it’s one of the reasons Val worked so hard to land a boyfriend. She’s always wanted to be on the other side of this conversation.They will give up their vegetarianism for a boy. “Aren’t you a vegetarian?” I ask her.The Shallow Bitches: “I need a boy.”Give me a fucking break. All the girls in this school talk about are "boys, shoes, and classmates." Really? I'm sorry, I am female. I know a lot of females. I went to high school. I went to college. Neither me nor my friends ever had entire conversations revolving around nothing but shoes or boys. And I had a friend who was obsessed with Nikes! She collected them, but she never talked about them! We had classes. Family. Friends. We had hobbies. We had funny stories to tell. We laughed together. Rarely did relationship issues ever surface in our conversations. The girls in this book, whether they're book-smart or "slutty" cheerleaders, discuss boys and relationships incessantly. They all want boyfriends. They all keep abreast of who's dating who. They love romance movies with sad endings because they're silly, contradictory girls. Why do none of the movies girls at my school love have happy endings? One half of the couple either dies or moves away. But they can’t get enough of those films. Titanic, Shakespeare in Love, Atonement, The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, every other Nicholas Sparks film known to man.They looooooooove Romeo and Juliet, none of them think that it's a silly, shallow love story like the STRONG ANTI-LOVE Becca. “But there was love at the core. There was something spiritual, some subconscious connection that was pulling them together. It wasn’t logic. You don’t go through all of this for someone you think is so-so.”All the girls are sheep, easily led around by a Queen Bee. Except for the main character. All the girls are cruel, secretly sadistic at heart, wishing for the downfall of a friend. I always thought girls at Ashland adored Huxley, but I guess she’s like any celebrity. They’re eager to see her fall.Except for the main character. And speaking of... Becca: “Ezra, do you even know what a one-night stand is? Victoria only felt one thing inside her that night, and it wasn’t love.”Oh, I'm sorry. Is there a way a girl is supposed to talk? Meet Becca. Special, special Becca. Becca, who is portrayed to be the only normal fucking person in a school full of idiots. Becca who actually talks like normal people, not like "a girl" and gets attention for it, in comparison to all the other girls, who talk about boys and shoes and are reeking of desperation. Becca, who is anti-love, and yet who cheats on her own best friend with her boyfriend. “I kissed Ezra, Val’s boyfriend.”Because it's true. Becca, who portrays her own sister as a pathetic, weakling who's comatose for her lost love. Becca, who maintains her integrity throughout the book...by falling for a creep. “He sounds like a creep,” she says.Becca, who's the biggest hypocritical fucking tool in the world. ...more |
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| They stepped into the cafeteria. A cacophony of voices rushed at Mackenzie. They stepped into the cafeteria. A cacophony of voices rushed at Mackenzie.I know just how she feels. This is a "no-thinking-required" type of book. I suggest you read it with several aspirins or (not and!) a few shots of tequila. This book is about a flu shot that went horribly wrong. I thought the premise was cool, why? Well, for one thing, I had a doctor's visit today. [image] A most belligerent patient. A most unhappy reader. ...and 15 minutes later: [image] You see that Band-Aid on my arm? That's for a very late seasonal flu shot. I had a flu shot! The teenagers in this book had a flu shot! What excellent timing. THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME, RIGHT?! Not. This book was not what I wanted it to be. I wanted sci-fi. I wanted a conspiracy theory. I wanted bad-ass teamwork! Instead, I got a whole lot of teenaged drama. A whole lot of romance. And the utilization of the awesome powers of ESP to...get a boyfriend. Olivia felt a wee bit guilty that Lazar didn’t know she was reading his mind. But not too guilty. It wasn’t like she asked to be able to read his mind.If you wanted some cool shit to come out of the whole "ESP flu shot" premise, you're shit out of luck. This book is presented as a "contemporary teen fiction with romance, secrets, scandals, and ESP." Not really. The ESP is used as a plot device for all the romance, secrets, and scandals. That's all. This book is what I like to call "Very YA," meaning there is absolutely no question that this book is written for a Young Adult audience. It is very juvenile. The teenagers act like the most clichéd of all teenagers. You will encounter no end to teenaged tropes in this book. There are not one, but several, instances of love-triangle-what-the-fuckery in this book. There is more romance, more worrying, more concerns over very teenaged worries than anything serious in this book. There is nothing but brain floss within this book. There is no sci-fi. The Summary: It is a typically day at Bloomberg High School, with one difference. It's flu shot day! There are 23 students from homeroom 10B getting the flu shot that day. It's business as usual...until the next day. Until Olivia realizes something...odd, while attempting to give a speech in front of class. Everyone in class continued to talk.Soon, it became obvious that something is very, very wrong. Certain people are able to hear peoples' thoughts. There's a connection between the people with "ESP": they all received the flu shot that day. What follows is the forming of a secret society, the "Espies" (short for Extrasensory Perception) a group composed of the 23 teenagers who are now able to hear thoughts. And they're very, very teenagers thoughts, which is to say, they hurt. As soon as Sadie stepped inside the classroom, Teddy’s brain went into overdrive. She’s here! Awesome. I hope she’s feeling better. Her hair is so shiny.And they're very self-centered. The Espies have to keep this secret. They have to protect each other. Excellent point, Pi thought back. “One last vote. Are we all in it together?”With this awesome ability, they can conquer the world! Think of the possibilities! They can...um...use it to see whether a boy likes them? As Tess put on a purple shirt, she thought about what it would mean if she found out Teddy didn’t like her. What if he thought she was ugly? Or fat? Did she really want to know what he thought of her? Was she opening some sort of Pandora’s box?Or to make sure a date goes smoothly. Every concern Lazar had, Olivia heard.*groans* We hear everything. From the most mundane thoughts of a 3-year old sibling ("Funny mousies funny mousies") to parents thinking about sex (ew). Her dad patted her mom on the leg. I can’t wait to take off Linda’s robe.It's strange, considering that they can read minds, they can still get surprised by pop quizzes. Third period, Pi had a surprise quiz in precalc.It all leads up to the events of a Sweet Sixteen birthday party, where hearts (and jaws) will be broken. That's it. The Narrators: Maybe you think Olivia is telling the story. Or Mackenzie, or Cooper, or someone else in our homeroom you haven’t met yet.I had a chill of foreboding in the back of my neck when the book began by telling me that there are multiple, ambiguous narrators. I was right. This book is kind of a mess. It is told in omniscient POV, there are multiple narrators. We see things from multiple POVs. There are 22 people involved in this book's core plot. Thankfully, not all of them are the focus, but it made things damned confusing. The Plot: There are several main narrators in this book, like Mackenzie, Cooper, Tess, Olivia, Pi, among others. Almost all their stories revolve around romance. This is absolutely shocking, because, hello! FUCKING ESP-CAUSING FLU VIRUS. Shouldn't someone, I don't know, TELL SOMEONE ABOUT THIS? Ok, I understand why they wouldn't, because it's a pretty powerful ability, but there is so much possibility with this premise, and this book goes nowhere with it. The idea of ESP is completely undermined by a bunch of very, very self-centered, very immature kids. There is no science in this book. Absolute none at all. The concept of the whys, the hows of the ESP is completely skipped over. The ending also didn't make any sense. If you want to know what happened and my (view spoiler)[In the end, it was discovered that there was something wrong with the batch of flu vaccine (no shit). The CDC wanted to give the teenagers $50,000 to overlook the whole event, not to mention give them an antidote to erase the effects of the ESP. First off, $50,000. That is chump change. I don't know if you've read about pharmaceutical liabilities cases, but the damages given in those lawsuits are a hell of a lot more than $50,000. Think MILLIONS. Think of what would happen if this were made public. $50,000. I don't fucking think so. And the idea that the government would just erase these kids' abilities. DOES THIS MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE TO YOU? People who can read minds. This is some fucking CIA shit going on. Do you seriously think that such a valuable tool would be just---erased by the United States government without using it to the full extent of its powers? Would the CIA/the CDC allow these teenagers to go off scot-free knowing what they can do? There are CIA/spy movies based on this premise. It is a powerful, powerful spy tool. Think of reading the minds of criminals, terrorists. This is fucking powerful shit, and this book completely lets it go. I don't fucking buy it. (hide spoiler)] The "Thoughts": They're dumbed down, simplified. The human mind works abstractly. We do not think in sentences, we do not think in segments, we do not think in order. When I have a thought, it's going to be fleeting; a thought is less a sentence than a concept, an idea in my mind that is not verbalized. This book completely verbalizes all thoughts, in a "stream of consciousness" dialogue that is completely unconvincing. Not to mention headache-inducing. They're just teenaged thoughts. And they are so annoying. If I wanted my head to hurt this much, I'd volunteer at a middle school. They're childish, silly, catty without meaning to be, they're occasionally funny, but they grate on my nerves. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to think that! You’re very pretty! If you went to the gym twice a week, you’d be gorgeous! Shit, shit, shit. I’m sorry! I can’t help it!The Romance: Also known as: The Plot. We get to know these teens' love lives (SO MANY OF THEM) in intimate detail. *takes a deep breath* Mackenzie is dating Cooper who is the class clown and who adores her, while thinking of her hook-up Bennett, on the side. She now regrets it, and wishes she had held out. Now her secret's out! Everyone knows! Will Cooper ever find out?! She wasn’t sure what to tell Cooper. She wasn’t sure why she’d done it. She loved Cooper, didn’t she?Tess is best friends with Teddy, only he doesn't know it, and treats her blissfully like a best guy pal instead of a...girl. Tess has ESP now! Tess can tell whether Teddy likes her or not. But then there are complications! There's Sadie, gorgeous, gorgeous Sadie. She's really nice, but it doesn't change the fact that Teddy is in love with her. But it's ok, Sadie is dating Keith! Oh, no! He was her Teddy. Even if Sadie was dating Keith, it was still possible that she could fall madly in love with Teddy, right? Even if he was a sophomore and Keith was a senior? Unlikely, yes, but still possible.There's Olivia, who desperately wants a date with Lazar. Thanks to her ESP, she can read his mind and become the perfect girl---in his mind. 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| “When the swamp took my brother, it sent someone—something else to take his place. I don’t know what Lenora May is, but she’s not my sister.”This “When the swamp took my brother, it sent someone—something else to take his place. I don’t know what Lenora May is, but she’s not my sister.”This book is a dark American fairy tale. In Celtic mythology, we often hear about the changeling in connection with the fae, fairies, whatever you call them. The fae are capricious creatures. They will take what they please, and in some instances, they will take whomever they please. Children, newborn infants, specifically, are particularly vulnerable. The beautiful child will disappear, abducted by the fae, leaving an ugly, wizened, “wrong,” fae child in its place. This book has that similar premise, with a twist. Instead of Ireland or the UK, we have the swamps of the deep South in the US. The “child” being abducted is a young man, about to go to college. What’s different is that all memories of the abducted are erased. The writing is great. The main character is a sympathetic one. There is no insta-love. The atmosphere of the Deep South is well-written, and there is a sense of eeriness and frustration that is pervasive throughout the book. This is one of the better YA paranormal books I have read. The Summary: “The swamp ate my brother.”Sterling Saucier is about to finish her sophomore year of high school when the unthinkable happens: her brother Phineas, in a fit of anger, in an unthinking moment – steps into the swamps behind Sticks, Louisiana. Everyone in town knows not to go into the swamp. It’s dangerous. Once you go in, you never leave. Even the plants know better: stay the fuck out. The swamp stays away from the people. The people stay away from the swamp. It is a tenuous peace. For some reason, the swamp stays firmly on the other side. A few brave plants may reach across the line, but by and large, the swamp keeps as much distance from us as we do of it.Phineas has been gone for hours, and Sterling is frantic. She is panicking, feeling like she will never see her brother again, when out of the swamp steps a girl. Not Phin. A strange girl whom Sterling has never seen before. Her hand extends slowly and she hesitates before finding the fence. Dark hair hangs in her face, wild with curls and lovely in a way mine will never be. She climbs with something less than grace, fumbles with her dress, and nearly falls to the ground in my yard.Everyone tells Sterling that this is her sister. “I want to know who she is, why she’s here, and why you’re all acting like you know her. I watched her climb over the swamp fence, for crying out loud!”The trouble is Sterling knows otherwise. She somehow has memories of this stranger. I can’t remember someone who doesn’t exist. I can’t remember that her favorite color is purple but thinks Chevelles look best in red. I don’t even know her name.But Sterling knows: this is not her sister. Phin is her brother, and he has disappeared. Nobody remembers her but him. Well, not nobody. Someone knows what she’s going through. Somebody believes her. Somebody who has lost someone of his own. “Nathan Payola,” he says. He waits for me to react, but there’s nothing for me to react to. Angrily, he adds, “He was my best friend.”That somebody is Heath. Heath is a boy at her school. He is not unfamiliar to her, in fact, they had a short, brief, flirtation. Heath wasn’t a talker, but when he did talk, the words we shared were sweet and supplemented with notes of the flirting variety.Only that flirtation abruptly stopped…and now she knows why. Heath was struggling with the same thing she was, the loss of a friend, and the knowledge that nobody believes him. And now they’re in the same boat, and as cute as Heath is, as much of a brief history they’ve had together, there are more important things at hand right now, like how to get her brother back. At any other time, I’d be stuck on him admitting he ditched me. But now, all I can think of is Phin.A situation doomed to end in frustration now shows a small ray of hope, because they’re in this together. We can’t fight something we don’t understand. But I remember what Heath said about hope. I’m not going to let the swamp have that, too.And they’re going to cling on to every last vestige of that hope they can. Hope is all they have. The Setting: There are a hundred ways to die all cloaked in the twist of pale trees—gators fast enough to catch a grown man, mosquitoes teeming with disease, stinging plants, hungry black bears, and nasty cottonmouths all filled with spite and patience.Tell people that swamps are a dangerous place, and they’ll give you a “No shit, Sherlock,” stare. But they don’t know about the swamps behind Sticks, Louisiana. But what’s in ours is worse.I love a creepy, small Southern town atmosphere, and this book absolutely delivers. It is filled with local legends, lore, creepiness on its own. This is a dead-end small town in which anyone with aspirations for a better life needs to get the fuck out. There is no future here. Most of the good folk of Sticks consider it’d be faster to throw your money in a fire if you’re that keen on wasting it, but then, most of the good folk of Sticks think the periodic table has something to do with birth control.Much of the population can be described by urban citizens as “white trash.” The point is to get out. Leave it all behind. The swamp itself is a terrifying thing, filled with creatures like the one that wears Phin’s skin. “I’m hungry,” he says, a sound that seems to crawl from his throat. It’s devoid of the warmth Phin’s voice should have, all mud and gravel. He reaches with webbed hands, each finger tipped with a sharp, black claw.There is a tale of horror that lies behind the mystery that held my attention as it unfolded. This is truly a beautifully descriptive, atmospheric book. The Characters: he was gone.I absolutely loved Sterling. Trigger warning: the main character has an eating disorder, brought on by the stress of her beloved brother leaving. I thought the portrayal of said eating disorder was well done, because there is an emphasis in this book that eating disorders are not about being thin. It is a mental disorder, exacerbated by stress, by any number of things. Sterling’s mitigating factor just happened to be her brother. The first time she asked me about this, I’d tried and failed to explain that it wasn’t about wanting to be thin; I couldn’t think of food when the threat of losing Phin to college was so near.So many people in Sterling’s life give her a hard time about her anorexia, and it is impossible for her to explain to them: it is not about being thin. I think this aspect of her character was adequately done. I like the fact that Sterling is a devoted sister. She truly loves her brother. She constantly thinks about him. She always seeks to get him back. She will go to any lengths, overcome her own fears of the swamp in order to attempt to rescue him. The swamp continues to beckon.Her beauty is never mentioned. Not everyone falls in love with her. Sterling is a realistic character with real flaws, real hurts, and is wholly sympathetic because of them. Characters who should be the enemy have depths. They have life. They are filled with spirit. “You’ve been so safe all your life. So safe you might as well be dead. Phin did that, he kept you from living, but I won’t. I promise you, I only want to live as fiercely as I can.”They have stories. They are not mindless monsters, creatures to be feared. They are people. An unknown and nonexistent sister, not a monster, a person who may turn out to be someone who could be admired. Lenora May doesn’t care that she’s in the dirt or that she’ll have to wash her dress three times to get rid of the stubborn smells that follow you home from the track, and not caring makes her both vulnerable and beautiful.The Romance: I feel small and secure in his arms with my hip balanced against his thigh. This is different from the kiss. That felt chaotic and delirious and like something beginning. This is the opposite. Together we are solid and smart and somehow not new at all.Now this is how I like my romance. Sterling and Heath have a small romantic past, but they are above all else, friends and allies. She understands him. He understands her. They have a shared past, and a shared present. He is the only one who understands her pain, having gone through it himself. Heath is a bad boy, but not one as you’d expect. He developed that reputation after having gone through the frustration of losing a friend. Heath is a good kid who started acting out of frustration and anger and pain. He is never, ever an asshole. Hell, he’s actually quite a gentleman. “Sterling Saucier,” he says.Overall: an excellent book. All quotes were taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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| She rubbed the bald half of her head. “In China we say, ‘The girl with the full hair is not as free as the girl with the bare head.’" She rubbed the bald half of her head. “In China we say, ‘The girl with the full hair is not as free as the girl with the bare head.’"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? THIS. IS. NOT. TRUE!!!!!! If I had to choose one word to describe this book, it would be unconvincing. If you want terrifying zombie action, turn away now, the zombies in this book are not dangerous, they are corpses, but they're of the "first episode of Walking Dead" sort of boring, which is to say they're rotting, they're shambling, they smell REALLY, REALLY bad, but they're completely unterrifying in every way. I feel like I could walk around with a sharp stick and kill a bunch myself because they were so unconvincing as objects of abject terror. This book is strange, but it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. The world building is weird and incomplete. This book thinks itself a "steampunk" novel. It's not. The setting and the characters's behaviors are inconsistent. The characters themselves are two-dimensional. Flat. It was a wholly implausible book, and I'm not talking about the fact that the dead are rising in 1876 Philadelphia. The Setting: Yawn. 1. Zombies? Oh, posh! We must attend the opera!: This book is about Eleanor Fitts (Miss Fitt, misfit...ha...ha...yeah, we fucking get it, Eleanor), a 16-year old girl living in 1876 Philadelphia, where the dead have begun rising from their grave. Her beloved older brother, Elijah, is missing. The setting in this book is not steampunk so much as "Huh?" Yeah, sure, the zombies are rising, but it was entirely unclear whether they had, in fact, existed in the past or not, or if this is an entirely new phenomenon. The fact that there are zombies rising up from their graves and terrorizing the whole of Philadelphia was made completely underwhelming. There was no danger in it. The zombies are called "walking dead," like the ones in the show of the same name, but with so little urgency and panic that they became completely redundant and dull. It's of the "Oh, pish, posh! Zombies again?! How completely inconvenient because they're going to ruin our tea party!" sort of catastrophe, which is to say, none at all. I shrank back, fighting the urge to run past her through the open door. “Th-the walking corpses,” I stammered. “The ones people have been talking about. One came to the train depot, so everyone was evacuated.”Oh, yes, such danger. Such excitement. The dead are rising. The dead are going to eat us alive. Yippee. Oh, save us, our Lord in Heaven. I am utterly terrified. Nope. 2. Steampunk? More like pure bunk: It is 1876 Philadelphia. That's all. There is no technology beyond that of the times. There is no elements of steampunk. There is no machinery. There is no advanced mechanical inventions. it is 1876 Philadelphia, no more, no less. The book itself presents no sense of time; I did not feel like I was immersed in the past at all. This has very much to do with the fact that the main character was so inconsistent. 3. Abracadabra!: The magic in this book is more showing, than telling. If you are going to incorporate magic into a book, I expect an explanation of how it works, I don't want vague-as-fuck phrases like "spiritual energy" thrown around without much of an explanation. There are souls, there are electric energy associated with souls. Like what? It was very inadequately explained, and I was unsatisfied with the explanation. 4. Where's Your Motherfucking Chaperone?!: Eleanor is 16. She is an upper-middle-class young woman. Her reputation is on the line. She needs to make a good marriage. SO WHY THE FUCK IS SHE WANDERING AROUND DOING WHATEVER THE FUCK SHE WANTS?! Eleanor has a mother. Her mother only has Eleanor. Why is she not keeping a closer eye on her?! She sneaks off from a tea party to look for guys. Eleanor sneaks out of the opera house (leaving her date) wearing a motherfucking BALL gown to go investigate the undead!!! I raced through the now-empty main hall. My footsteps echoed off the marble tiles. The porters at the front doors exchanged shocked glances. I could imagine the sight I must have presented—a flushed ball of purple silk and rustling skirts. No matter. I whisked past them and flew out into the Philadelphia night.Eleanor, the Inconsistent: Eleanor is an well-born young woman. She doesn't act like it. Eleanor behaves as if she has a stick firmly wegded up her ass in one moment, and acts like a modern woman in the next. 1. I Must Politely Tell You That I Need To Use the Toilet: *sigh* Bodily functions were simply not mentioned in the 19th century. Eleanor is gently raised. She should know that, and yet she feels the need to KEEP TELLING MEN THAT SHE NEEDS TO USE THE TOILET. (called the "necessary") “I... I need to use the necessary. Perhaps I can meet you in the Hydraulic Annex?”Aaaand yet again, to someone she hardly knows. “I must go to the necessary,” I murmured to Clarence, but he didn’t budge.2. How Dare You Speak To Me Without a Very Proper Introduction: Eleanor's manners are all over the fucking place. In one moment, she's sneaking off to meet men. In a very private place. Actually, she does that repeatedly throughout the book. In another moment, she is shocked, SHOCKED, that he dares violate etiquette by SHAKING HER HAND! Oh, my pearls! A gentleman simply was not supposed to shake the hand of an unmarried woman without a proper, third-party introduction. I was so used to chaperoned meetings that I had acted on foolish reflex.2. I Am A Lady, You Motherfucker: For a well-born lady, she sure curses a lot, and she's pretty free with her insults. She'll "be damned," this, he's a "bastard." Eleanor's speech may be archaic to fit the time, but she is completely inconsistent otherwise. 3. Purring Is For Kittens: I took a weary breath, lifted my hands, and purred, “I’m truly sorry, sir.”What the fuck?! Since when did "purring" mean an actual purring sound when it comes to human voices? It is a figure of speech, for fuck's sakes. Yeah, I know I'm nitpicky. It's stupid little details like this that ruin a book for me. 4. Was I Supposed To Save My Brother? Oh, right. My Beloved Brother: Way to go completely fucking off track. Way to lose sight of your actual mission. Eleanor has an actual mission: She's supposed to try to find and save her best friend, her beloved older brother. Only she completely forgets about him. I had wasted time worrying over Daniel and Clarence, playing on the croquet course, and arguing with Mama. I had neglected what was most important: Elijah.Ugh. 5. Who Cares About Money, Anyway: Eleanor is selfish. She hates her mother---who is an overbbearing Mrs. Darcy sort, but who is well-intentioned. Eleanor and her mother is about to lose their home. They are out of money. Her mother needs Eleanor to be a success so that they can keep a roof over their heads. Eleanor doesn't seem to think that this is important at all. She thinks her mother is an idiot, she is exasperated at her practicality. Mama ignored me. “Your father did enough damage to our family’s standing, Eleanor, when he tried to save his company. Your brother only worsened it when he ran off. Without a good reputation, you will not make a suitable match. We will be on the streets soon!”The Romance: A love triangle and a romance that distracts Eleanor more than it should. What was it about mouths that made them so fascinating? I had read of kisses (Shakespeare was fond of them in his plays), but I’d never seen one. And I’d certainly never experienced one. Did people merely touch lip to lip... or was there more to it?There are ZOMBIES. There is a necromancer at large. Stop thinking about his fucking lips. Overall: A rather dull, wholly inconsistent and unconving book with little sense of danger. You'd be better off reading The Walking Dead comic. ...more |
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Feb 03, 2014
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Feb 03, 2014
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1622664558
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| 3.94
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did not like it
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Actual rating: 1.5 “Fo’ shizzle,” Quentin agrees.Actual rating: 1.5 “Fo’ shizzle,” Quentin agrees.I hope you like annoying teenagers, because this book presents no shortage of them. There are plenty of zombies, but there are also an ample amount of the most irritating teenagers I've ever encountered, as well as a love triangle, and a constant notice of so-and-so's eyes, chest, gorgeous hair, Burberry-model looks, etc. Who has time to worry about zombies when you can use the zombie apocalypse as an excuse to get close to your crush. Like he can find anyone else, right? Everyone's dead, lol!1!!1 Because, you know, zombie apocalypse or not, we gotta have luuuuuuuurve, right? This isn't a serious zombie novel by any means. You know those 90s horror films that are so bad that they're good, and you only watch them so that you can laugh at the idiotic high school students and their idiocy? The kind where you watch with a group of friends with whom you shriek "DON'T GO INTO THE BASEMENT ALONE, YOU DUMBASS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?! THE THING IS OBVIOUSLY HIDING RIGHT THERE!!!" or "Oh, that dumb jock. Of course he's going to die." Yeah, it's one of those books. The problem with this book is that while it's meant to be humorous, it didn't work for me as such. You see, a humorous novel shouldn't make me desperately beg that the main character gets killed by the monsters. Nor should it give me a migraine. Things I wanted to do to Donna, the main character in this book. 1. Wire her jaw shut 2. Bury her alive under a stack of 19th century Russian literature (it should only take 5 books, given how long the fucking things are) 3. Tie her up, duct tape her mouth, then stuff her in a closet, leaving a distinct blood trail with a blood-painted sign saying <--EAT ME I like a heroine who is witty and snarky, the main character in this book is just plain annoying and dumb. The Summary: Donna and her best friend Deke is on board a cruise ship in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, when they hear a broadcast from CNN about a outbreak of a virus that's decimated the world outside. This is bad. I would be freaking the fuck out, Donna doesn't exactly react the way I expect her to: “The virus referred to as Bleek-Burns has now spread across all fifty states and most of North America. China was ground zero for this one, and last we heard, their population will more than likely be decimated by the virus.”You know how some people just keep talking and talking and talking and they never ever ever stop talking because they're so nervous that they just have to keep talking and talking and rambling on endlessly about nothing at all to hide the fact that they're nervous? Donna is one of those people. God help us all. You might be thinking: ZOMBIE OUTBREAK ON A SHIP! AWESOME. Don't. You're setting yourself up for disappointment. Within 10 pages, we're off the ship (apparently, a huge ass cruise ship can hightail it back to Florida from the middle of the Atlantic pretty fucking fast). Don't worry, no awesome cruise-ship zombie-fighting action here! :( Donna and Deke hightail it off the boat, leaving behind their Sea Captain father and grandmother, and somehow find their way back to their high school. The rest of the book will have you gritting your teeth as you put up with the useless, grating, insipid, trope-filled cast of high school characters within the book, whose innately obnoxious qualities are only outdone by the narrator herself. Done-a with Donna: I have scarcely encountered a more annoying character within a book. Some of you may find Charley Davidson to be an annoying character. You ain't met annoying until you've met Donna. She is stupid, she is truly stupid, as in no intelligence whatsoever. She's peppy, I'll give you that, and apparently, Donna is really beautiful without knowing it; she has "iridescent silver eyes.". “With you,” he continues, “there’s no arrogance, no self-centeredness. What I find most unfathomable is that you have no clue how beautiful you are.”Whuh...? Donna babbles on ceaselessly. She never lets anyone finish a fucking sentence. Deke clicks off the TV, swinging around to face me. “Donna,” he says carefully, “I’ve got to tell you something, but I need you to stay calm, okay?”AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Donna is...not smart. There is a girl in every school: she's beautiful, she's got brains, but she's uninterested in learning. But she always makes good grades because there's always adoring smart boys around to help her with her schoolwork? That's Donna. She doesn't know her science. She needs stuff to be dumbed down in order for her to understand things. From the expression on Deke’s face, I know he’s figuring out how to explain something. With science stuff, Deke usually has to dumb it down so I can understand.She gets shitty grades in math because she spends most of her time in math class observing the guy of her dreams. I had pre-algebra with him that year, and he sat two rows to the left of me. When I turned my body slightly, stretching my legs in the aisle between desks, I could watch him out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t make very good math grades that year.Donna keeps babbling. Her internal dialogue is a foray into madness and idiocy. The girl just doesn't shut up. She has the dumbest thoughts ever. In the middle of a zombie apocalypse, you should not worry about stupid shit like your nail polish, your iPod, or your formal dress My house, Deke’s house, and all the other houses in our ’burb, are probably infested with the walking dead. I picture corpses hiding in my closet, lurking behind my school clothes, my raincoat, my dress for the dance. What if one of them tries on my red semi-formal gown? I shake my head.She always act so incredibly stupid...but her dumbest observation turns out to be right. I just don't fucking get it. “You’re a little slow on the uptake,” I tell him, glancing at the sky. “The sun is up now. Duh. Zombies don’t like light.”ZOMBIES. ZOMBIES. JUST CALL THEM ZOMBIES!!! In The Walking Dead, the show, they have this stupid thing of not calling zombies, well...zombies. Biters. Roamers. Walkers. They just don't call the motherfucking zombies by what they actually are...ZOMBIES. Same for this book. Oh my god, oh my fucking god, if there were a virus that decimated the earth and turned everyone into walking, shambling, flesh-hungry monsters, do you know what you'd call the creatures. ZOMBIES! NOT THIS BOOK. NOBODY WANTS TO CALL THE UNDEAD ZOMBIES IN THIS BOOK. Denial, it's not just a river in Egypt. He snorts. “They are not zombies. Zombies are dead people who have been reanimated. These people are still alive.”Oh my god, wake the FUCK up! “It is not alive. It’s a zombie!” I yell.Right, those things that want to eat you are just really angry people. Gretchen seems to forget us, and rambles to herself, “He’s not human, but he’s not a...a...”Oh, spare me. The Teenagers: Very teenagers. Much hate. Ugh. There's no shortage of tropes in this book. All the teenagers in this book's zombie high school setting is a trope. From the goth, to the peppy "plastic," "brownnoser," overachieving, backstabbing class president with corkscrew curls, to the white boy who wants to be a rapper, to the tiny, nerdy 4'10 brilliant scientist who pulls a hat trick every fucking time. There's no end to the stereotypes. There's Tara and Lara: the cheerleaders. They---wait for it---cheer. “We’re going for water!” She grips Bo’s hands and they dance in a circle. “Water! Water! Water!”They're just comical. One boy welcomes the zombie apocalypse: why? “I was supposed to get braces after Thanksgiving. See, I already got the spacers. And dang, girl, those babies hurt when they put them in.” He laughs. “Now, I don’t have to go to the orthodontist no more. So I’m fine with this whole worldwide-plague thing.”They're irritating. They make irritating noises. "...anyone who touches the metal doorframes receives a severe electrical shock.”The Romance: There's a love triangle, but even more painful than the love triangle is the constant awareness of *sigh* HIS BODY. HIS PRESENCE. I mean, zombies? Fuck zombies. There's...*sigh* Liam! Liam who FINALLY NOTICES HER! Hallelujah! It only took a zombie apocalypse! Oh. My. God. Liam just whispered to me. To me. Like we’re friends or something.What better excuse to get close to the man of your dream. “Yay!” We fist bump. I’ve never touched Liam before and my hands tingle from the contact.To be aware of every cell on his body. His chiseled face. He’s beyond hot when he smiles—chiseled cheekbones, easy confidence. I remember why half the girls at school were crushing on him.Why concern yourself with the undead when you can ogle hot, sweaty guys? I’ve never been so happy to see Liam. And it has nothing to do with the fact that his shirt, slightly sweaty from being outside, is now clinging to his muscled chest.And fantasize about him. Liam comes toward me. Maybe he’ll scoop me up in his arms. Bury his face in my hair. Tell me how much he missed me. Let me feel his chest.And the love triangle? Same old. Lifelong best friend vs. hot crush who's never given Donna the time of day before. Not recommended unless you like annoying teenagers, or are easily amused by them. ...more |
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it was ok
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it was ok
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