Khanh, first of her name, mother of bunnies > Books: alpha-male (33)
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it was ok
| I got them all killed. I was supposed to protect them, and I was underground, entertaining a convict, throwing daggers at a wall.Sigh. This book wa I got them all killed. I was supposed to protect them, and I was underground, entertaining a convict, throwing daggers at a wall.Sigh. This book was not terrible, but is boring. In short, here is why I did not like it: 1.It was incredibly slow.The action was stretched out tighter than a pair of size-2 leggings on Kim Kardashian's ever-growing ass. That whole "the sisters’ journey to find each other sends them far from the only home they’ve ever known" thing in the blurb? Don't hold your breath waiting for it to happen. 2.Frustratingly stupid characters.The only character I liked throughout the book is the one presented to us as the straight-talking village assholeGavril. 3.Poorly built slapstick setting with a lack of depth to the paranormal element.There was also just no point to the companion animals, as well as the adoption of the Japanese mythology"kitsune"in name only. There are twins in this book. You might have trouble telling them apart, as I did at first. As you read the book, they will develop their own personality.Moria and Ashyn are similar in that they are equally stupid, they're just dumb in different ways. They are beautiful, identical strawberry-blonde twins. Here's a visual guide, using the lovely Emma Stone. This is Moria. [image] Moira cannot shut up. She makes stupid decisions. This is Ashyn. [image] Ashyn feels sorry for herself. She will forgive anything. The Summary: "Our village is gone. The women massacred, the men turned to shadow stalkers, the children stolen. I believe that qualifies as ‘something gone wrong.’”Sounds exciting, no?! Don't get your hopes up, because all that action is spread oh-so-slowly over a couple of dozen chapters.This book goes nowhere fast. In the beginning, we meetRonan,a criminal sent into exile in the volcanic Wastes. He sees a boy! A rich boy. He plans to kidnap him. Only it's not a him, it's a her. Ronan doesn't know the mysterious girl's name, but she isMoria.Moria asks him whether he's the youngest, thengives him her daggerand vanhishes into the night. "A dagger won’t kill the fever. Won’t kill the spirits.” She turned. “But good luck anyway.”A choice she will regret later. Back in the village, we learn that Moria and Ashyn are twins.Moria is the Keeper,she is one of few in the empire who protects the people from malevolent spirits.Ashyn is the Seeker,she lays spirits to rest, and buries their bodies afterwards. Tomorrow she is to go into theForest of the Deadto settle the ghosts. Only things go dreadfully wrong. The Seeking party is attacked by bloodthirsty shadows. It was a piece of meat, almost like a ball, but...Only to run into the arms of kidnappers. Ronan is Ashyn's captor. And to make matters worse,Ronan captures Ashyn using the dagger Moria gave him. He pulled a dagger from his belt. The blade shimmered in the lantern light, but it wasn’t the steel that caught her attention—it was the filigreed handle.Now do you see why it was a bad fucking idea for Moria to give him the dagger?Nice job. Ashyn forgives Ronan right away, because he only just kidnapped her a little bit (no, seriously, that's what she said.) The rest of the book goes somewhat like this:They get attacked by spirits. Their village gets attacked by spirits. They get attacked by a person possessed by a spirit. They run away only to get split up. They get attacked by more spirits. They get deceived by spirits (and then attacked by them). They get attacked by men. They get attacked by spirits. They get deceived by spirits. They get deceived by men. They get attacked some more. They arrive in the Empire's capital. They talk to people. They get involved into conspiracies. The end. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. The Setting:It doesn't mesh.It feels like a ton of random elements thrown together and it never feels like a cohesive high fantasy setting.It's creepy enough, I'll tell you that. There are bloodthirsty spirits. There are places like The Wastes, with hardened volcanic lands, and the Forest of the Dead, filled with malevolent spirits that eat people. But other than that, the setting doesn't feel real.There was no background. There was no history.There was no reason for why things are the way they are. There arepointless paragraphs on the behavior and ways of thingslike how a merchant is deemed lower class and what's the appropriate way to do business with a tailor, without explaining the important stuff, like politics! Things are just random. We have spirits, no shit, but for some fucking reasonsorceryis deemed to be superstitious nonsense? “I didn’t mean to mock you, Ashyn. It’s just...sorcery? I suppose in a place like Edgewood they still believe in that sort of thing. Old superstitions.”There aredragonsand petrified dragon eggs are sold in marketplaces, buta porcupine...is sorcery! “It must be sorcery,” she murmured. “To make such a creature.”Pointless Spirits:There was no point to Moria and Ashyn being Seeker and Keeper of the Spirits.Their powers are pointless and hardly used. Neither of them can defend themselves against the spirits by any magical power. They can only attack the spirits with physical weapons, and Ashyn is pretty incompetent in that sense.Both sisters have to rely on big, strong men to take care of them.Their relationship with the spirits is purely superficial. In the beginning, we're told that Moria talks to the spirits, and that's pretty much the last we hear about it for a long fucking time because it's almost never mentioned again. Pointless Animals:Each of the girls have a companion animal, Daigo is a Hound of the Immortal. Tova is a Wildcat of the Immortals. They chuff. They chirp. All the fucking time. They warn the twins of dangers. They do absolutely nothing besides that. It is the worst case of so-called "animal bonding" I have ever read. They might as well be pets. There was no point to their spiritual bonding. Moria: “It isn’t shadow stalkers,” she whispered. “They don’t speak—”Moria never shuts up. She is constantly shushed, because she NEVER STOP TALKING. In the middle of a forest when they're trying to hide from the spirits? BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. In the middle of the forest when they're trying to hide from evil men? BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. She never knows when to keep her fucking mouth shut. She is too headstrong, and I hated her. She grated on my nerves. She makes stupid, impulsive decisions that gets people into trouble. Moria raced through the forest as she clawed vines aside.Moria is often Too-Stupid-To-Live. She rushes into danger the instant she sees it, without thinking of the consoequences. Ashyn:A frustrating doormat.She was kidnapped by Ronan. And then immediately forgives him. “And you just happened upon him?”Because it's so reasonable to forgive a guy who had a knife to your throat a few moments ago. Moria is the quieter twin, she lives in her sister's shadow, and she constantly wishes she was like her sister in appearance, in charisma, in strength.Ashyn spends the entire book feeling sorry for herself, and not much else. Ashyn loved her sister. And yet...It was not that Ashyn particularly wanted any of the young men who trailed after her sister. It was simply...well, simply that she wouldn’t mind a boy’s attention, if only to prove that she wasn’t completely invisible next to Moria.Ashyn is so fucking stupid. She befriends a criminal (Ronan). While he is in jail, she brings him games. She plays with him. She trusts him against all reason. As hard as Ashyn tried, she could not quite shake the lingering hurt over Ronan’s...betrayal certainly wasn’t the right word. Even abandonment felt too harsh.She is truly a doormat. The Guys:They're both assholes. Ronan uses people. Ronan is a criminal who sees people in terms of their worth to him. Ashyn falls for him anyway. Gavril is the jerk who tells Moria when she's being an idiot, and she hates him for it. Gavril is my favorite character in the book. The romance isn't even worth mentioning. Just skip this book. ...more |
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EDIT: IT HAS A COVER!!!!! As you guys may have noticed, I don't read erotica, and I'm not a fan of M/F/M romances. I am not homophobic, nor am I agains EDIT: IT HAS A COVER!!!!! As you guys may have noticed, I don't read erotica, and I'm not a fan of M/F/M romances. I am not homophobic, nor am I against the enjoyment of sexuality (I'm not exactly a Puritan, in case you can't tell from my constant use of profanity). It's just that I know what turns me on, and I know what I enjoy. I'ma traditionalistin that sense. I like commitment and monogamy in my relationships. I don't like reading about love triangles.I don't care about anything dealing with more than two people in a relationship. Which is why it came as a complete surprise to me that I found myself enjoying this book. Scandalchallenged my very monogamous concepts on love.It showed me the possibility that there can be a meaningful relationship between more than the traditional model of a man and a woman or a man and a man. It opened to me the idea that two men can be soul mates and maintain that love and devotion even after a woman comes into the picture. It made me understand that pain can be pleasurable to some, and that submission and dominance is more than just sexual in nature. It made me realize that sometimes you need to lose control in order to maintain control in the face of chaos. When it feels like world is collapsing in ruins. I guess what I'm saying here is please give this book a shot.It might challenge what you find to be acceptable and even enjoyable. First, the disclaimer. I'm the author's friend, and I've been beta-reading her book chapter by chapter as she wrote it. [image] A group of us read it and criticized it, we told her what was good, we told her what sucked. I'm a tough reviewer, and I'm a tough reader. This isn't my first time beta reading a book, and I'd be pretty fucking useless if I was nice and considerate and not wanting to hurt feeeeeeelings. If and when you guys have criticism, be it positive or negative, please do tell her. As she has repeatedly told us,this book is not her baby, and she will gladly accept your critique. Like she accepted mine -.- [image] The Summary:Katherine (Kit), Duchess of Hampshire, has got a pretty sweet life. I mean, she's young, lovely, immensely wealthy, and the wife of an upwardly political man. To the public, they appear to be the epitome of all that is wrong with the British upper class. Prickly, snobby, asexual. Heaven forbid they should touch each other in public, 19th century voters don't want their politicians nuzzling their wives in open sight. But in private, John is a kind, caring, gentle husband. His eyes light up at the sight of her. As he turned to meet my gaze, his full lips lifted in a welcoming smile, and his dimples made a rare appearance.Kit's even got a loving twin brother. Marcus. “Damn you, man, you do not need to announce me!” a roar came from the hallway.Clearly, Marcus and the bucolic Kit are not identical twins. But they love each other, despite the fact that after her marriage, they're not as close as they once were. Awesome! Perfect! So why the fuck is our lovely Kit so unhappy?! Sprawled over the rest of the couch, with his head on my husband’s thigh, was the large form ofhis lover, Henry Fletcher....Oh, well. Crap. Ok, that's a pretty legit reason. It turns out that Kit and John's marriage, while not devoid of "like," is empty of sex. Kit has been living a lie. She entered this marriage willingly, recovering from a broken heart. She has known about John's sexual proclivities all along. Kit accepts it, she even likes her husband's lover, Henry. The three are great friends, they adore each other, they enjoy each other's company.Three's company,or so they say. But three years into the marriage, and things don't feel right. Kit is still a virgin, and becoming increasingly unsatisfied with their arrangement. It's all fine and well to be friends with two handsome men, but companionship isn't enough. She sees the love between John and Henry, and goddamn it, Kit wants to feel that passion, too. His amber eyes shone like topaz as they fixed on the point where Henry’s lips touched my skin, and the intensity I saw in them unsettled me.The entire household knows John's secret. Kit is the object of the servants' pity. But John is nothing if not considerate, he senses that something is wrong. “Do you ever feel as though you made the wrong decision, Katherine?” he asked, his voice desperate and his beautiful face tormented in the dim light.John, ever the tortured soul, feels desperately guilty about his choice to entangle Kit into his mess. Kit tries to be happy for his sake, butclearly, something's got to give. And Kit's so very lucky that there aretwo men available to give it to her. Henry and John are in love. John and Kit aren't quite there yet; they respect each other, but a mutual respect is a far thing from physical attraction. Can their marriage be consummated? “Is it possible?”And Henry is only too willing to assist. “We can’t just dive into this,” he said, his rumbling voice slow and lethargic."YES, THEY CAN," EVERYONE READING THIS CHAPTER SHOUTED. “I can tell you what I’d like to happen,” Henry offered, a lazy smile on his face. We both looked at him, waiting. “I want Kit to spread her legs, I want you to lean back into her, and I want you both to watch as I suck you off.”Perfect! Kit's got her men, she's lost the Big V. What can possibly go wrong now?! About your husband.Well...crap. This is serious shit. John is a politician, remember? He wants to do good. He wants to help people. If words get out, his career will be ruined. Kit's life will turn to shreds. John, Henry, and Kit have no choice. They have to turn to the “Who did you send for?” I asked.James is handsome. He's also bad news, but he can get the job done. As events unfold, Kit comes to realize that she has a fire that's just now started to burn. The scandal is just the beginning of Kit's journey to self-discovery. I needed to lose control. I needed to find a person or a pastime to surrender myself to. I needed to be helpless to someone or something, turn my mind off, allow myself to feel, to want, and follow through without fear of the repercussions.The Respect:What sold me on the concept of M/F/M is the amount of respect and love that John, Kit, and Henry have for one another.John and Henry are always so considerate of Kit's feelings. “Are you all right, Kit?” John asked, his voice sounding far away.Before every new sexual act,they ask for Kit's consent,in a way that doesn't kill the mood. It enhances my love for them, it enhances my respect for them, and the knowledge that they willingly seek Kit's consent makes me love them all the more.You will find no New Adult alpha fucking males asshattery in John and Henry. John is such a gentleman. He always talks to Kit, he always asks her how she's feeling, without feeling effeminate, without being intrusive. He is respectful in a way that gives her space, and the three of them feel so right for me. It's a sexual relationship based on love, admiration, that eventually becomes lust. That, I understand perfectly. The Characters:Some, I loved more than others. I loved Marcus, but man, that boy had me half wanting to strangle him and half wanting to give him a hug. [image] Kit:I wasn't fond of Kit at first, as you can tell by my initial reaction to Chapter I. [image] It's a little hard to be sympathetic towards someone who's so privileged, and yet feels like she's so repressed. I was resentful and indifferent towards Kit in the beginning, but I slowly came to understand how she came to feel that way. I was with her as Kit grew, I cheered for her when she came to realize that she's got to get off her fucking ass and do something about it. Kit starts off as passive, a bystander to John and Henry's affair. She accepted her place as John and Henry's friend. As well-meaning as they are, John and Henry suppressed her needs out of their own selfishness and their inability to see beyond their own love affair. Kit is someone who earned my respect as she came to self-actualization. My thanks again to the author for allowing me to be a part of this sexually frustrating experience. [image] ...more |
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did not like it
| He slowly turned around.“What is love? In English.” He slowly turned around.“What is love? In English.”I got to hand it to Mateo, when you have a successful hit line, milk it for all it's worth. This is not a contemporary romance. It is a fairy tale, a fantasy in which adultery is not only accepted but condoned and encouraged by everyone involved(except, naturally, for the unfortunate wife and child). Were this not a book, with predictable, expected elements of falling in love, we would be reading about the sad tale of a naive, broken young woman with daddy issues who got used up and spit out by an older, wiser, manipulative sports celebrity who knew just what to say to get her to spread her legs and open her heart. There are certain elements of romance I dislike, but which I can appreciate when done well, adultery is one of them.I do not like adultery, but I read this book knowing that there will be cheating.I did not start this book thinking I would hate it,I started this book with an open mind,but since this is a premise I do not like, I expected certain things out of it in order for it to convince me to support the couple involved: I wanted it to: 1. Show me a well-drawn, realistic, and believable romance 2. Show me that there is more beyond this relationship beyond that of lust and insta-love 3. Show me that there is actual love involved beyond the superficial 4. Show me why I should condone these two This book did none of the above.It did nothing to convince me that, outside of the fairy-tale fantasy of a book, that this relationship could have existed. It was not realistic. "Well, Khanh, why did you read a fucking romance novel if you wanted things to be realistic, then?!"Because I expect SOME elements of realism in my contemporary novels. Otherwise, I would be reading Harlequins with titles likeTHE BILLIONAIRE MMA BIKER SURGEON SHEIK'S ACCIDENTAL TWIN DAUGHTERS WITH THEIR BUNNY DOLLSor something like that. I wanted this book to bebelievable,is that too much to ask? The Setup:Unrealistic and improbable.Vera is a 23-year old college astronomy student. She is in Spain, she is enrolled to work as an English speaker for a program that will immerse native Spanish speakers with English for several weeks. She doesn't speak a word of Spanish, and therefore runs late to the bus. When she gets to the bus, there is only one seat available.The one next to darkly handsome, world-famous Mateo Casellas. Ok, some problems with that. 1. Why the fuck is the handsome, world-famous (think retired Spanish David Beckham who now owns several famous Spanish restaurants) Mateo SITTING ALL BY HIMSELF in a country where everyone knows who he is?! 2. Why the fuck is Mateo in this school in the first place?He speaks fluent Spanish,as Vera points out herself. He wants to learn to speak better English because people look down on businessmen who can't speak English well. Ok, understandable, BUT there are some more problems with that. 1. Granted, we can't see the accent within the page, butMateo speaks almost flawless English.My English is pretty damn perfect, and there are but few flaws in the way Mateo speaks within the book. He lacks some pop culture words, some slangs, but otherwise, his English is wonderful. As for slangs, well, shit, a book could take care of that, don't you think? It would certainly waste less time. 2.His wife speaks fluent English.Why not get her help?! Arg! The thing about this book, is that in a realistic world, Mateo and Vera wouldn't have met in the first place, because Mateo has no need of Vera's English skilllllz! Vera: The thing was, I didn’t do love. That wasn’t my thing. That was the reason why I didn’t date, I only got laid when I needed to blow some steam or have some fun. Love was scarier than deep space.Could have fooled me. Vera:the troubled young woman who vows never to fall in love---only to fall in insta-lust and then love---with Mateo before 30% of the book is even through.A walking cliche. A clinical psychologist's dream patient, because man, is there a lot to psychoanalyze here. Troubled childhood doesn't even begin to describe it. Vera has been doing drugs since she was barely in high school. She sleeps around, she doesn't really care about her family besides her brother, she doesn't care about anyone, or anything...and nobody really cares about her either. The thing with Vera is she's had a string of really, really incompetent boyfriends and easy lays, none of whom ever sees beyond the superficial, none of whom ever cared about her.She's only ever had really, really stupid boys. It takes a mature, wise, manipulative man like Mateo all of five minutes of DEEEEEEEEP QUESTIONING INTO HER SOUL to make her feel like she's the center of the universe. He gets her to talk about herself, her wishes, her dreams. It takes SO LITTLE effort on his part to make Vera melt into a puddle of love-goo. “You are special, Estrella,” Mateo said, his eyes softening as he gazed at me.Vera is an astronomy student. Mateo starts nicknaming her "Estrella," meaning "Star" in Spanish.She thinks it's the most wonderfully romantic thing EVER. What a disappointment. I wanted Vera to be harder to seduce. Mateo: “Ugly?” Mateo said in fervent disbelief. “No. You are terribly beautiful, Vera. So beautiful that it hurts. You would outshine her like the star you are.”A suave Spanish lover. One who knows just what to say, what buttons to push, in order to seduce a girl. Especially one so obviously broken and damaged as the tattooed, tough, blunt, hard-spoken Vera. In this fairy-tale world, he falls in love, improbably so, I feel. In the real world, this could have ended in Vera's broken heart. Of course, the book is set up so that Mateo falls madly in love for Vera, butwere it not for the book's very obvious setup of that scenario, I would not have believed it. Mateo's romantic words to Vera are lovely, exquisite, and ever-so-rehearsed.They are lines from a romance novel, a movie, the sort that Nicholas Sparks would have been proud to author.They are too smooth, they are too much, they are completely unbelievable...given this man is supposed to NOT have been fluent in English, remember? “You already are the other woman!” he yelled right back. His words smashed into me, blowing me to smithereens. He cupped my face in his hands. “You already are, whether you want to be or not. You’ve bewitched me, Vera. You’ve blinded me. You’ve made me forget my vows. And all you had to do was shine.”Spare me.Mateo's lines are that of an experienced seducer, one who, for all we know, could have come to the school every few months to have an affair alone.God knows it's commonly done here, since others in the group have obviously confessed to having love affairs in this "school." It's not a school, it's an expensive rendezvous point. The Affair: “Well…you’re married,” I said unevenly, wishing my heart would slow the fuck down, feeling completely exposed even in the dark of night.From the very moment that Vera and Mateo lay eyes on each other, they, well, want to lay each other.I wanted a slow introduction, I wanted more depth than just insta-love and insta-lust. I didn't get that. Mateo and Vera are intensely attracted to each other, they constantly flirt, touch. Mateo is horny for Vera. Vera gets her panties wet for Mateo. That's fine!There's nothing wrong with insta-lust, but it doesn't convince me that this is a relationship that has any depth beyond that.And it is an affair. Mateo has been wearing a wedding ring since the beginning. Initially, he refuses to talk about his wife.But he's still married. He insinuates a difficult relationship with his wife.But he's still married. We don't know what his wife is like. She could be a bitch (she's not). Regardless of what kind of personality she has,he's still married. He flirts with Vera. He's still married. They fuck. He's still married. They carry on a long-distance relationship. He's still married. The Legacy of Adultery: I shook my head adamantly. “It’s wrong. I don’t want to be the other woman. I’ve seen my dad go for the other woman, I can’t put his daughter through that,” I said. “Or his wife,” I quickly added.Yes. It's wrong. And her moral dilemma lasts all of 5 seconds.What hurts about Vera is that she's no stranger to cheating. I wanted this book and Vera to address the morality issue, and it doesn't do it very well. Yeah, she reminds herself that he's married, she should stay away, but then Mateo makes her tinklies tingle so much that she can't really stay away for more than an hour. It goes that way throughout the book.It's wrong! I'm doing it anyway. I can't help myself.The internal moral deliberations are rare, indeed. Vera's dad cheated on her mother.It turned Vera's childhood into a nightmare, it destroyed her family, it changed her personality, her life. Vera knows well the implications of adultery, and she does it anyway. Vera's boyfriend in high school cheated on her consistently. She knows how much pain that entails, to suffer while your loved one is cheating on you. She does it anyway. If this book wanted me to sympathize with Vera, it would have done a better job of making me feel Vera's pain, hurt, her desperation to try to stay away from Mateo. The thing is, VERA NEVER TRIES REALLY HARD AT ALL. Neither does Mateo. Their relationship didn't feel like one of love, it's one based off lust, that stays focused on lust, and we're supposed to accept the fact that they're in love without much evidence. The Other Woman (Mateo's Wife):I don't care if she's the biggest bitch in the world, she doesn't deserve to be cheated on until their divorce and separation has been finalized.We're supposed to hate The Wife because she tried to change Mateo from a playboy soccer diva to a decent husband. "But Isabel convinced him to give it all up. To get away from the lifestyle she considered too wild.”*crickets chirp* Wait a minute, so we're supposed to hate The Wife because she wanted Mateo to be something 90% of the world's wives want of their husband?!IS THAT SO FUCKING WRONG TO NOT WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO CHEAT ON YOU, TO DO DRUGS, TO PARTY, AND INSTEAD SPEND TIME WITH YOUR FAMILY? I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA. I can't say that I hate The Wife at all, and in order for me to condone this affair, I should have some reason to hate the wife, to feel that Mateo is correct in seeking love elsewhere. He doesn't. This book has completely failed to convince me to support the adulterous affair of Vera and Mateo.No, thank you. ...more |
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it was ok
| The man I shot was named Jason Earhart, dean of the math department. But then, he was only a body. The man I shot was named Jason Earhart, dean of the math department. But then, he was only a body.I'm sorry, am I supposed tolikeyou?. This is a book about the nature of good and evil, and it completely failed to convince me that any of the criminals within this book deserved a second chance at life. I am not pro-death penalty by any means. This book just failed to be convincing on the grounds of speculative fiction. This book tries to present the premise that a criminal may be granted a new lease on life if their minds, their genetic makeup is pure. That despite their murderous crime, they could still be goooooooooood inside. Bullshit. This book is an inconsistent, flashback-filled mess, with an unreliable first-person narrator. We are told that Evalyn is a murderer, and yet there's no attempt at building sympathy for her whatsoever. She shows no remorse; all we got isa self-pity-party,there was nary a mention of the people whom she was purported to have killed. How am I supposed to care about her? There's plenty of guts and blood, but it was purely gratuitous. I was gnawing on a small pork hock while reading a scene where a girl's head exploded, spraying bloody brain matter all over the fucking place without feeling a twinge of nausea.The violence is there only for shock value, because I didn't give a damn about any of the characters and I didn't care whether they lived or got gutted or died.There was no emotion to any of the deaths within this book. What's the saying,"Do the crime, do the time?"Yeah. It may not be perfect, but our current justice system mostly works.So what the fuck is with this new Compass Room shit?I don't get it! What's the fucking point?! It's not just the premise, the characters and how they're presented completely failed to back up the idea of inner goodness vs. "evil" acts. I feel that a person should be judged by their actions, not their thoughts.We all have a darkness within us. It's up to us to suppress that evil.This book completely failed to convince me on the concept of the Compass Room, and it didn't convince me that the criminals and killers within deserve to live through the experience. The Summary: Fifteen years ago, government scientists manufactured an accurate test for morality—an obstacle course, where the simulations within proved whether a candidate was good or evil. It was named a Compass Room.Evalyn is a mass murderer. The footage of my crime rolls. Crying families outside Roosevelt College. Students and professors wailing, screaming. FBI, police, bomb squad.She is one of eight who has killed 56 people at her college. She got caught, and now she is most likely going to die. But not through the death penalty. She has chosen the trials ofthe Compass Room.The Compass Room is a technology developed to determine the true morality within a person. It is a moral obstacle course, and it will kill those who are truly evil. After the law passed, engineers updated the Rooms to kill the wicked. They became the most accurate form of the death penalty ever created.It's not entirely clear how the Compass Room ( "CR" ) works, but Evalyn is one of 10 criminals, all of them murderers, who will enter the CR to be tried. 10 will go in, statistics say that an average of 2.5 will make it out. The guys, girls, all in their teens through their 20s, are all multiple murderers. They are hoping for a chance to prove that their minds are good, that they deserve to live. They enter the CR, and it's not as they expected. For one thing, it's not a room. It's a vast expanse of space that changes, that moves them from one "Testing" environment in different scenarios. From a plush mountain resort with top-shelf liquors to a wilderness where they have to scrounge for food. The only thing that remains consistent is the nightmares---or rather, the "Tests" that pop up to evaluate their goodness. She creeps to me, shoulders erect. Her head hangs at an angle, stringy blonde hair falling limply around her shoulders, eyes sunken in their sockets.And the tests can be deadly. There is no trial by jury here. One wrong motion means death. Clasping her hands on either side of his head, she twists, elbows swinging as she snaps his neck in half.Except when it doesn't. Because it seems that the morality in this book is pretty relative. Casey hacks and hacks, blood splattering across his face and clothes as he rips the knife away. He doesn’t stop, not when his dad has to be dead—again—his back nothing more than ripped denim and mangled pockets of swelling blood.Aaaand that's pretty much it. They find food. They fall in love. They survive. They make friends.They're all criminals, some of whom are intrinsically good inside?Whatever. I don't care. The Premise: Fifteen years ago, government scientists manufactured an accurate test for morality—an obstacle course, where the simulations within proved whether a candidate was good or evil. It was named a Compass Room.Look,I don't give a flying fuck if your DNA is made up of flowers petals and a sprinkling of unicorn dust.If you raped my sister, if you killed my family. If you tortured and killed numerous people, I want you to rot in prison. I don't give a fuck if you're internally good if you've killed someone, intentionally or not. That's why we havea multi-layered justice system.You get tried by a jury of your peers, depending on the severity of your crime. Involuntary manslaughter and negligence is judged and sentenced differently from murder. That's why you have different charges when a person gets tried for a crime. That's why after you get sentenced, there's yet another system of appeals in place. Your sentence will depend on the severity of your crime. There's a difference between killing someone by accident and getting a few years in prison, versus willfully committing multiple murders. THE JUSTICE SYSTEM! IT WORKS! So why this book? What's the point, really? Especially whenyou can kill again and again and not get punished for it in the Compass Room?This book tries to tell us thatmurder is relative,that murder is ok if it's justified. But it doesn't exactly work that way. Morals are not relative. You have to have some sort of absolute standard. Murder has to be wrong. Rape has to be wrong. Some things have to remain absolute. If morals are relative, can you give me an argument, that, well, there are some cases in which it's acceptable to rape a child? No.This book plays on the idea that morals are relative, and it doesn't work. Furthermore, the "tests" in the Compass Room are just unconvincing. Different scenarios are presented, if you pass, you get to live, if you fail, you don't. But for some reason, some people can fucking kill and still be able to get away with it. What the hell?! I don't care if you killed someone who bullied you, that person may be a motherfucking asshat, butyou are not judge, jury, and executioner.Someone doesn't deserve to die just because they are a jerk! The concept of the Compass Room is just vague.The science is almost completely unexplained, and the reasoning behind the use of the Compass room just doesn't make any fucking sense.Yeah, it's supposed to save money, but how exactly does it fucking save money when there's only 10 people allowed inside at a time for a period of 30 fucking days. Why, if we have such advanced technology to manipulate the brain to create mass hallucinations, do we not just run a fucking simulation with one person strapped to a chair? Simple! Gah! Remorse: “I bet you’re enjoying this, dying just like her. Like you think you’re some fucking martyr,” he spits.Evalyn is aoh boo fucking hoo poor poor metype of girl. She is a mass murderer. Throughout the book, we know that she's a killer, but we just don't know how. But here's the thing,throughout the book, she never shows a single fucking sign of remorse.Not once did she ever feel sorry for all the people she has killed. Not once did she think about the countless lives she has destroyed, the countless numbers of wives, daughters, husbands, sons, friends whose lives she has devastated by her acts of murder. She only feels sorry for herself, and the fact that she could not help save the life of her friend, Meghan. I was the one who kept proving myself to be a killer over and over in the Compass Room.And she's another reasonwhy the Compass Room is so unconvincing. “Of course you wanted to kill him. We all did.”So why is she still alive?! Clearly, the Compass Room has failed -.- Final Comments:The writing runs purple prosy at times despite the complete lack of emotion in the book. The Compass Room is pregnant with sin. Not the ghost of our crimes, but real, pungent sin.And is just plain bad in some parts. He doesn’t look at peace, more like a baby. A frightened baby.The romance is stupid, but it doesn't bother me, despite the fact that this is a New Adult and the love interest is an honest-to-goodness killer. The flashbacks are completely useless, and serves only to frustrate me, because they contribute so little to the plot besides telling us about Evalyn's perfect life in college, with her wonderful (and completely forgotten) ex-bf Liam "Last Year." ...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 helllove trianglebetween a "brute,"a dark, brooding, wild slave,anda 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 isno info-dumping,andeverything 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, butthere 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 likeget 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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Actual rating: 3.5 This book is part sci-fi, part fantasy, and all hilarity.It is utterly charming. Sure, there's a werewolf, a vampire, and a love tr Actual rating: 3.5 This book is part sci-fi, part fantasy, and all hilarity.It is utterly charming. Sure, there's a werewolf, a vampire, and a love triangle, butTwilightthis ain't. This is my first Ilona Andrews, and while I cannot say that it has converted me into a fan of their writing, I did enjoy this book. My main problem with this book is that it didn't draw me in as much as I had expected. It was a pleasure to read, but it lacked a certain spark that would consistently hold my attention. It took me a long time to actually finish this book because I didn't really feel compelled to actually continue on. There was nothing overtly wrong with the book. There are a lot of things that I felt could be improved, like the characterization, the love triangle, for fuck's sake, and the overall complexity of things, but overall, this completely fulfills the job of thoroughly entertaining me and not aggravating me in any way. I mean it, guys, there's just no anger here. I'm the most bitter person I know, andI could find nothing that I disliked about this book. It is light hearted and refreshing.Humor is so pervasive here.For a book with a plot revolving around the bloody mutilation of humans and animals, this book constantly made me smile. There is magic, murder, mayhem, combined with so much alpha male territorial tension that you could cut it with a knife. A werewolf. A vampire lord. Alien nobilities with a penchant for flesh (the fresher the better). Monsters prowling around the neighborhood killing indiscriminately like the mother of all chupacabras. Intergalactic diplomacy and an alien goblin market. An inn with a life of its own, and an innkeeper determined to hold it all together. Rest assured, there is plenty of blood, guts, and gore, and a dog-like monster who would make Cujo quiver in his large floppy paws. It was at least five feet long, maybe five and a half. Spotted black and blue fur grew in patches along its spine; the rest of it was covered with pinkish wrinkled skin. Its skull was almost horselike, if horses could be carnivores. Long jaws, too large for the head, protruded forward, making the wide, flat nose seem ridiculously small. A forest of sharp bloodred fangs sprouted from the jaws, barely hidden by white lips. But the eyes, the eyes were worst of all. Small and sunken deep into the skull, they burned with malevolent intelligence.The writing is delightful and made me chuckle more than once. Dina is an Innkeeper, the guardian of the magical Inn. Think of the Inn not as a building, but a living, breathing thing. An oversized pet, if you will, controlled by its mistress, the Innkeeper. The Inn is sentient, it has power of its own. Like a fortress, it keeps the unwanted out by any means necessary. My magic boomed through the inn like the toll of a huge bell. It had no sound, but I heard it all the same. Sean flew out of the house like a fleck of dust caught in the current of a fan and smashed into an apple tree forty feet away. I heard the crunch all the way from where I stood.The Setting:I enjoyed the setting and the world building, but it took some getting used to. I had to stop midway through this book to ask my friend if this book was in fact a part of another series, because at times, I felt like I just walked into a party in the middle of a joke, and missed the punchline. The setting was a little foreign at first, it is not hand-fed to you. This book is set in the present day, but incorporates a lot of fantasy and sci-fi elements, and it took awhile for the entire setting to be explained. The world building is interesting, and funny. Did I mention funny? There's a lot of whimsical word play that made it exceedingly silly at times, while never reached the point of utter absurdity. "How about Auul? Does that ring a bell?"Heehee! The Characters:Dina is such an endearing narrator.I loved her voice, I loved her narration, I greatly enjoyed her character. Dina is humorous, she is strong, she has magic, and she knows how to wield it. She is an efficient, rational woman, a hardworking one, intent on keeping the peace and maintaining the integrity of her Inn. It is an important task, Innkeepers are not just housekeepers, they are diplomats, bound by numerous laws of their trade, and they must be well-versed on the workings of interplanetary laws concerning their guests as well. It is a job requiring intelligence, hard work, and Dina has plenty of both. She has to be tactful, she has to be sensitive to her guests when they are in her inn. Even if they are so self-important it's hard to take them seriously. "House of Krahr!" the vampire with the banner barked quietly.The other characters are a werewolf who looks like one would expect. And by that, I mean a Jacob Black clone. Did I mention this book has pictures? It has pictures! So here's the wolf, Sean: [image] Aaaand his polar opposite, the vampire lord, Arland: [image] They both have their alpha male moment where they sort of sniff each other and growl at each other and call each other names, but neither of them are ever overwhelmingly bad or cruel. Sean tends to be a little patronizing sometimes. If you asked me whom I prefer, I'd have to say that it's the vampire. Just because he's a vampire, and he's a blond elfin type who looks like he's Legolas' bodybuilder cousin. Also, Arland is a sweetheart ^_^ "When a man takes up arms, he does so for many reasons. Sometimes to punish, sometimes to intimidate or frighten. But when a woman picks up a weapon, she means to kill. So please do not take this as an insult."The Romance:Yeah, there is a love triangle, but it's not to be taken too seriously, because both guys hate each other more than they like Dina. There is a lot of territoriality (a vampire and a werewolf would never walk into a bar together), and little more beyond that.Also, there's a fucking monster on the loose, guys. Ain't nobody got time for romance. "Why are you helping them?"And that's just the way I like it. ...more |
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| “Kricket,” he grins. “It’s such a powerful name,” he breathes.[image] If a Kricket cries alone in a forest, does Khanh give a fuck? No. No, “Kricket,” he grins. “It’s such a powerful name,” he breathes.[image] If a Kricket cries alone in a forest, does Khanh give a fuck? No. No, she doesn't. Who is Kricket? What is Kricket? I'll tell you. Take the loveliest, most statuesque and Amazonian-like model you can find, then multiply her beauty tenfold.Add some killer cheekbones to that vision of loveliness. Give her a brilliant brain whose intelligence is visible because her frontal lobe is all alight when viewed with special X-ray glasses! Have her be so slender that she can't rappel because the rope used for climbing down mountainsides can't support her bird-light weight (that doesn't even fucking make sense!!!!!!). Make her an orphan. Give her a special destiny. Make her so bloody special without knowing it. That, my dear friends, is a fucking Kricket. But that's not all, our Kricket's story doesn't end there, no. Her destiny is intertwined with several douchebags romantic leads, insta-love, a love triangle, and fucking aliens straight out ofEarth Girls are Easy.There, in a nutshell, you've gotUnder Different Stars. Summary:Kricket is *sigh* an orphan. A tough-luck Orphan Annie. She's 17 (soon to be 18). She is hiding under the radar from the Chicago Department of Social Services, because beautiful girls like her can't survive in the foster system without being shanked because other girls hate her beauty so much that they'll hurt her for it (she's got the scars to prove it!). So Kricket is lying low.A little hard to do when you're 5'10, with platinum blonde hair, and violet eyes, but *sigh* what can a poor girl do?She's working as a janitor despite having test scores good enough for admittance at the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, because she can't afford the tuition. She also works at a bar under the table, because naturally, bars are so eager to lose their fucking liquor license by employing an underaged child and paying her under the fucking table. Kricket is special. She can tell when people lie. Her hair (platinum blonde) grows back immediately after it's been cut. When most people don't cut their hair ever, they look like this: [image] While Kricket, with her un-cuttable hair, looks like this: [image] Did Kricket forget to tell us that her hair is platinum blonde? It's platinum blonde. She's got a spicy, spicy gay Latino friend and his equally smexy and sassy boyfriend! Life sucks, but she deals. Until douchebags start coming after her for no fucking reason. They try to kidnap her every fucking where she goes (apparently, there are two groups of them) led by two guys: let's call them Asshole and Motherfucking Asshole, respectively. Asshole and Motherfucking Asshole proceed to lead Kricket on a merry motherfucking chase around Chicago, yelling random ass shit "you-will-pay-for-your-crimes!" to Kricket, but naturally, Kricket doesn't have a fucking clue what they're talking about. And her hair is platinum blonde. Finally, Asshole #1 (fine, his name is Trey) manages to kidnaps her using chloroform (which is actually a sweet scent that doesn't smell like ammonia, get your facts straight). He tells her jack shit. He looks into her eyes lovingly. And her hair is platinum blonde. Trey nearly drowns her. He tells her that a "crike" is fifty years. He hugs her. He makes her rappel down a cave (smart) when she's hardly climbed more than the rock-climbing walls at her gym. He calls her Kitten. He sniffs her hair. He takes her to an alien planet! He tells her nothing. He gently caresses her cheeks. They run from wild animals and man-eating tigers. He tells her the etiquette between males and females. He tells her how brilliant she is. Kricket almost sniffs a killer flower. Trey tells her not to!They salsa-dance in the forest!(I'm not fucking kidding) They arrive in the promised land! Oh, finally, some information!!!! Kricket is important because she's the daughter of her mom! Her mom's a priestess! WELL THAT JUST EXPLAINS EVERYTHING. Her mom's like Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships! The woman who started a war! They started a war over her because she's powerful! Because she can, uh... “What knowledge? Could she predict the future?”Are you fucking kidding me?These dumb as fuck aliens started a war over a woman whose skills are...unknown?It's like starting a war over Iraq because of some random Weapons of Mass Destructions, man. It's fucking dumb. And then they get to the special Palace where there's a fucking love triangle over the bigger dickwad who also tried to kidnap her! PLOT?! WHAT PLOT!!!!!!!!! [image] Oh, and Kricket's hair? It's platinum blonde. The Setting:AHAHAHAHA. AHAHAHAHAH. YOU'RE KIDDING ME, RIGHT? These fucking aliens are the dumbest piece of shit in the world. The world building is fucking silly, man. I could tell you that I had a bambuzzle for hugglypoo, and then I went to gympilo to mumple my snortificus, in order to frumplefly my tigglebuns. Does that make any fucking sense? I was laughing my ass off because the language, the language!Pick some random fucking ass words, pretend they're alien words with different meanings, and you've got the language of the Etharians! “I’m heading straight to Sequelle’s and eating an entire venish.”By the way:when a world has LESS gravity, you run slower, not faster.Get your facts straight. As for the world building of the aliens themselves, standard issue. Nothing imaginative. Nothing extraordinary. The only thing that stands out is how ridiculous and silly the faux-alien language is, and how juvenile the "soldiers" who kidnap Kricket are. They know about the internet. They know how to drive cars. They're aghast at the idea of nail polish! They're stupefied by the idea of a fucking thong. “Can someone please tell me what that little pink, lacy thing is that I keep catching a glimpse of when she bends down?” Wayra asks.The Sound of a Single Kricket Chirping:Oh, my! Kricket is so special! She's gorgeous (but doesn't know it). She could be a model (if only she were legal). “Five-ten is not that tall.”Oh, ONLY 5'10. I'm only 5'4. Fuck you, Kricket. She's got platinum hair, which she reminds us at every fucking chance she's got. while pulling my hat from my head, causing my long, platinum-blond hair to cascade around my shoulders.Oh, and her eyes! HER EYES! They're so freakish! Freakishly lovely! “My eyes are not freakish!”She's so smart! Soooooooo smart! “So that means she’s smart?”She's wise beyond her years! These aliens just KNOW this, man! “You don’t act your age. You ask questions that I’d expect from someone older than you.”She's BRAVE! Because she knows how to run away from a dangerous monster! As if it's not a natural instinct, like what science calls a"fight or flight"reaction or anything. Kissing my hair near my temple he whispers against it, “You’re so brave.”Kricket is special! SOOOOO SPECIAL! "It’s like you were a special case from the start.”All because of her special parents! “You’re a very important member of our clan,”MORE THAN ROYALTY! GAAAAAASP!!!!! She's so fucking perfect that after days trampling through the fucking forest primeval, she's none the worse for wear except for a slight fucking tan. I examine my reflection in the mirror for the first time in days. I can’t believe that I look almost the same. Apart from a tan, I can’t even tell that I’ve just been pulled through the universe to another one where I’m the enemy to just about everyone.[image] The Romance:Let's just overlook the whole love triangle thing. I mean it. The love triangle is the least of this book's troubles when it come to romance. Frankly, the romance comes out of fucking nowhere. Trey fucking kidnaps Kricket. She protests, she yells halfheartedly, she doesn't seem to fucking mind. He takes her to another world. She doesn't give a fuck except to protest halfheartedly about killing him.All of a sudden, he's touching her, caressing her, sniffing her hair, telling her that he's lost his heart to her. AND WE'RE NOT EVEN 25% INTO THE BOOK YET. “You trying to stop her heart, sir?” Jax asks in a concerned tone, coming to me and checking me for injuries.I don't quite know what to make of Trey, because Trey doesn't know exactly what he wants to be. He's got no personality. He's not quite a nice guy. He's not quite an asshole (although he sure as fuck tries to be one). He is just completely unnotable, absolutely fucking forgettable in every single way. He seems to ascribe specialness to the already special snowflake that is Kricket. He seems to enjoy playingbabysitterto her than being her lover and her equal. Halfway through the book, Kricket and Trey are already familiar enough with each other to simulate having sex to fool people. It's meant to be steamy, I guess? I laughed. It's a fucking Herbal Essence commercial with all the moans and groans, guys. Then, I close my eyes, groaning louder than before as water cascades down my hair. “Ohhh, Trey…Trey!” I call out in a raspy tone, like I’ve heard Bridget do in the middle of the night when Eric sleeps over. Finding a dispenser of shampoo, I pour some in my hand, lathering it in my hair. Eliciting what I hope is a sensual sounding gasp, I let my voice strain as I murmur, “Ahhh…” Rinsing my hair, I try the other dispenser that smells like coconut.[image] That picture isn't accurate. Kricket's hair is platinum blonde. ...more |
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In my experience, sensory discordance has almost always been limited to audio/visual. For example, seeing Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen (Legolas a
In my experience, sensory discordance has almost always been limited to audio/visual. For example, seeing Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen (Legolas and Aragorn, to the uninformed---I weep for you) standing next to Peter Jackson. Or maybe drifting off to sleep to the soothing sound of a solo violin, only to be blasted awake by the some angry riffs of Japanese hair metal that for some fucking reason I idiotically decided I want included in my "sleepytime" playlist a few days back. I didn't know that I could be so rudely jolted out of a reverie while reading a book until I read the opening chapters ofDreamfever.We start with Mac, who is not Mac, who isPri-ya,and being raped by the Four Unseelie Princes. She is incoherent with unwanted lust, her mind wrestling with the horrifying effects of fae glamour. Her mind, her body is being violated, she can barely remember who she is. Who the fuck are you?The situation is appalling, and I an rather outraged at myself for loving her inner monologue in this moment, but it can't be helped. Mac's voice, her inner thoughts, are so beautifully written that I am at doubts with myself. And then---like a hopelessly lost marching band that has somehow wandered into a Rachmaninoff concerto, Dani appears.Well, feck me! How diddly ho, dudes! We're gonna fecking hunt us some fecking fey right fecking NOW with my supercool supersword!! As I said.Discordance.10 pages later, I'd had it. It was only after a friend told me that Dani was only the narrator for the first few chapters that I picked it up again. My god, Ms. Moning, I don't know whether to hate you or to congratulate you on the fact that you wrote a character so convincingly annoying that I wanted to strangle her on the spot. Did I ever hate Mac for using petunias and daisies as swear words? I take it back. Fecking this and fecking that takes the fucking cake for pissing me off every time. I question the presence and the age of Dani in the novel, I really do. Was it so necessary to make her 13 years old?Was it so necessary to insert a girl who is little more than a child into a book that is so utterly adult in its darkness, in its intensity, in its sexuality?Was it so necessary to make her so utterly immature and at the same time, so completely competent in her capabilities and super(ha!)natural abilities? I understand that Mac needs someone to care for, that she needs someone relatively uncomplicated (because Barrons and V'lane is more than any woman can simultaneously handle) to look after, to be an alternate sibling. I understand that Dani's shell is a cover, in parts, for her dark past, for being forced to grow old before her time. But 13 year old Dani, really? I would raise an eyebrow at the insertion of a 16-year old companion to Mac. But a 13 years old...and such a caricature of an annoying, overly sexual teenager. It is just too much, and I don't know if I can handle the next book if there is more of Dani, in the role of narrator, in it. I really don't know how to feel about this book, and maybe that is part of the series' charms.I absolutely loved the first 50% of the book, I absolutely hated the utter pointlessness of the Silver in the last 25%. I loved Mac and her bravery, I was there with her as she struggles with herself, her distant, vague recollections, her struggles with memory, her amnesia, her inexplicable distress at hearing the word "sister." I was intrigued when observingblack Mac, Mac 4.0.I enjoyed seeing her wrestle, often with futility, verbally and physically (and sexually) with Barrons. I cheered when Mac returned to us. I always love it when I see my heroine snap out of a "state," be it comatose, be it grieef, be it amnesia. That moment when she wakes up, and gets ready to kick some fucking ass is a thing of beauty. With an explosive inhalation, I snap upright in bed, and my eyes fly open—like coming alive after being dead and interred in a coffin.And she is pissed. Understandably so. Fucking Barrons. Fucking V'lane. Fucking useless, the lot of them. One of the rare moments in which I actually agreed with Dani is her observation of how completely fucking useless Barrons had been in protecting Mac. And Barrons—what’s his deal? Doesn’t he want her alive? Why have they all abandoned her when she needs ‘em the most?[image] I had hoped that this would be the book that settled it once and for all: is Khanh on Team Barrons?Nope, he's still a complex douchebag to me. If anything I'm even MORE confused on how I feel towards him. On the one hand, he did something pretty despicable in my eyes: he sleeps with Mac, without her consent. It was Mac, but it was not Mac. Mac was under a spell, she wasPri-ya,driven almost insane by the fae, and is now in a desperate state of lust. Mac has amnesia, she does not remember anything. It took Barrons weeks to reteach her English. Yet he has sex with her anyway. “I was out of my mind. I’d never have done it otherwise.”I agree with her.One may argue that it's pretty hard to resist a naked girl who's crawling around begging to be fucked, but this is Jericho fucking Barrons; I expect better of him, I have higher expectations of him.He had never crossed that line with Mac before, and he let me down by doing so now, and I think I hate him more as a result. Yes, what he did to help Mac recover her memories was pretty sweet, he painted her nails, he replicated her room, etc. It's not enough. He didn't have to screw Mac without her conscious consent. The last half of this book was a letdown. It felt random as hell, and I felt there was no point to plopping Mac smack in the middle of another realm. She also made a pretty dumb decision that I thought was more Mac 1.0 than Mac 4.0, she knows how valuable she is, she knows the Lord Master is baiting her, and she decides to take the bait because of her chivalrous need to save her parents. I want Mac 3.0 back. Is it wrong of me to want more destruction? The world is in pieces, but it never felt like it.I wanted more descriptions of the horror. I wanted more blood, more death. Instead, I got a freakingWorld Afterscenario in the Aerie with freaking human girl groupies waiting to pleasure the fucking (I keep wanting to say fecking now, thanks a lot, Dani) Fae. The destruction of the world never felt enough, it never felt completely urgent, it never felt horrifying to me. Maybe I'm just immune to violence now, but I wanted more of it. It was still a good book, but I feel very let down by the actions of the characters of whom I had grown fond. ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5 They can shoot me through the bars of this sweatbox or hang me from the flagpole or throw me to the sharks, but they cannot makeActual rating: 3.5 They can shoot me through the bars of this sweatbox or hang me from the flagpole or throw me to the sharks, but they cannot make me cry or beg. I will not show them weakness. I will stay strong. If they kill me, they will remember my strength; I will force them to live with the memory of my strength forever.There is no room for pussies on Phoenix Island. This book is reminiscent ofLord of the FliesmeetsIsland of Dr. MoreaumeetsBattle Royale.It's got a bunch of juvenile delinquents, it's got a lot of fighting, a lot of underlying tension that comes with throwing a bunch of kids together. There is a mad scientist doing ungodly things to the human body, battles for survival, duels to the death in a hostile, swampy island. This book is not for everyone,I would more generally recommend it to younger male crowd. It is light on the romance, but the existence of romance at all serves to discombobulate me because it truly had no role at all here. There is a lot of physical violence and a lot of torture. It left me very uncomfortable and in pain for the main character---which surprised me a bit, because I usually love violence and blood and guts. It is the equivalent of seeing your favorite character get beaten to a bloody pulp; you cannot help feeling tormented on their behalf. The violence was spectacularly done, it is bloody, it is painful, and it agonized me as I was reading about it.More than once, I just wanted to jump into the middle of the book and shield the main character from the pain he was experiencing. The baton crackled, and two needles of energy plunged into Carl’s forearm. Electricity coursed through him and locked his muscles rigid, filling him with sparking, yellow pain. Parker grinned through his anger. “Not bad for the first one.”I wouldn't feel so defensive about the main character if I didn't like him. I absolutely loved Carl. This book does such an amazing job of building up believable, imperfect, sympathetic characters. All of the teenagers in this book are juvenile delinquents, thieves, murderers.The psychological profiles of the kids in this book were spectacularly well done and absolutely believable. The Summary:Carl is a good kid, who's gotten into one too many fights. Like many juvenile delinquents, it's not entirely his fault, Carl's troubled youth is a matter of circumstance. Some people were born with silver spoons in their mouths, Carl is not one of them. His mother, dead of cancer. His father, a dead policeman. He is an orphan. Nobody cares about him, so Carl cares for others---too much. A champion boxer, Carl has an innate sense of justice that has him beating up bullies, and this last battle is the last straw for him in the juvenile deliquency system. Carl has only one option: Phoenix Island, a juvenile boot camp until he reaches 18, after which his name will be cleared, and he will be free to live out his dream to be a police officer---or a North Carolina jail, to which there will be no escape. He has no choice, Carl is sent to Phoenix Island with a load of other juvenile delinquents. It soon becomes obvious that they are all orphans. You are all orphans. Why had they taken only orphans? He thought of the kick he had received, the rough handling of Davis. Here they were, on Phoenix Island, somewhere outside of the United States and its laws.They are very much outside of US laws. The boot camp is run military-style, but there is an endless routine of beating and torture that would not have been tolerated in an ordinary boot camp. Carl tolerates it just fine. He is in good shape, he just wants to stay under the radar and ride out his time until he is 18 to earn his release, but it is not to be. Amidst the beating, the daily physical and emotional pain, Carl discovers something, a diary that a former inmate has left behind. A diary that hints that there is something more to Phoenix Island than just the boot camp it supposedly is. That Carl's sentence was possibly planned. That made no sense.Nothing comes of his misgivings until the day a particularly sadistic guard decides he wants to play a game of electrocution with Carl's body. Carl is tortured to the point of breaking. Then he snaps. Then all hell breaks loose. Carl thought he was going to die, but that's just the beginning. He meets a strange man; it is yet to be seen whether he is a savior or a madman. Maybe both, depending on the context. “If Dr. Vispera had been born in London or Detroit, he would no doubt have risen through the ranks of respected physicians and scientists and established himself in more conventional ways. Unfortunately for him—and even less fortunately for his symphony of victims—he was born in place that valued power over science. Sometimes, the only difference between a Nobel Prize winner and a war criminal is geography. Do you understand?”Like a phoenix, Carl rises, bigger, stronger. Whether his future will be better is yet to be seen. The Setting:A subtropical, swampy island. Danger lies everywhere. There are bird-eating spiders. There are sharks. There is no escape. “That jungle will eat you alive. Bad things live out there. Bad, bad things. This fence right here? It’s not to keep you in. It’s to keep them out. You go AWOL here, it’s a death sentence.”The jungle is even more hostile than the people residing on it. The Characters:The author does a remarkable job of giving us psychological insights within the minds of the characters in the books.Juvenile delinquents they may be, but simple, they are not. It takes a hard life to create a juvenile offender. It takes a rough upbringing to create a sociopath and a bully, whether adult or child.Teenaged delinquents learn early on to be manipulators, to play the system, to play the people. Girls like Rice, though, didn’t even think about the outside. They had turned inward, had become truly institutionalized. They didn’t get scared; they got interested. They didn’t look for a way out; they looked for ways to manipulate the system, ways to push buttons. There was no reforming them—and certainly not by shouting.It offers a tremendous amount of insights into bullies, their enjoyment of inflicting torture. Decker just kept staring, a terrible amusement playing across his face. It was a cold humor Carl had seen in other bullies. The toughest ones. The ones with real confidence. Counselors and teachers told you bullies were insecure and cowardly, and, sure, some were. But guys like Decker, guys who got that look in their eyes, were neither insecure nor cowardly, and they weren’t just acting out for attention. Guys like Decker were confident and tough and mean to the core, and they hurt people because they liked causing pain.That is not to say that all of the kids in this book are bad. There are kids who simply were born under a bad sign, the result of a system that failed them. Kids who truly want to do well, but somehow keep ending up in trouble through sheer bad luck. Kids who just want to get better, to start their life over on a clean slate. Carl is one of the most sympathetic main characters I have encountered in a novel. He is such a good kid, well-meaning at heart, with aspirations to be a future police officer. In a normal family, he might have had a brilliant future. As an orphan, he is shit out of luck. Carl is brave, he stands up for the underdog, he suppresses his pain, he braves things through. He has bad impulses, but he knows better. He feels the urge to do something stupidly brave in the defense of a friend, but he pushes it down, knowing it will get him into trouble, but hating himself for it. He is tortured, he is kind, he is human, and I loved him, for the most part.Carl has such self-awareness. And all these years, that’s what Carl thought he’d been doing: keeping his promise to his father. Standing up for the weak.Which brings me to where Carl lost my sympathy. And it is so predictable. The Romance:Yep. Carl pretty much had my eye rolling into the back of my head when he falls intoinsta-love with the beautiful girl, the sad-looking girl, with gray eyes and a fucking white streak in her hair.She looked frightened and stunned and exhausted, yet still beautiful, with sad-looking eyes the color of wet gravel and long hair as dark as his mother’s had been, though a patch of pure white marked her bangs. White hair. And her, what? Sixteen?For fuck's sakes, give me a fucking break. It is a correctional facitity. A military-style boot camp where kids are duking it out to the death. And you still have the fucking time to make googly eyes at each other and hang out with each other when you are constantly being fucking monitored? The hints of absolute unnecessary romance and how that insta-love preyed on Carl's mind and make stupid decisions decreased my enjoyment in this book. ...more |
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*Khanh strums her guitar, begins to sing (off-key)* Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, But you might have drugged me And hacked into my foster care *Khanh strums her guitar, begins to sing (off-key)* Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, But you might have drugged me And hacked into my foster care records And almost killed me by riding recklessly on a motorbike *Khanh falters midnote* ...But I still love you, baby? [image] Wow, that sounded even worse when I verbalized it. This book is a modern-day retelling of Charles Dickens'Oliver Twist.I don't know about you, but by the Dickens, I find Dickens to be boring as fuck, so I'm just going to take the book at its face value and I'm not even going to bother analyzing its accuracy relevant to the original story. Because really, the last thing I want to do now that I'm out of school, is revisit Dickens. Some people enjoy Dickens' writing. I stick to my once-yearly (TV) viewing ofA Christmas Carol,and screw the rest. I appreciate his contribution to literature (and he's given us quite a few quotable sentences), but personally, Dickens just puts me to sleep. Back to THIS book: just on its own merit, the book didn't work for me. The protagonist (Olivia, "Liv" ) is wishy washy, difficult to like, and as a friend so succinctly put it"You sure are naive for a foster kid.”Yep, here we go again, another supposedly street-smart foster kid who's as dumb as a rock. Speaking of parents, NONE! I've often laughed about the high mortality rates of parents in YA fiction since often, a parent (or both, and the sister, brother, dog, and hamster) dies. Well, dun dun DUN. You guys are in for a treat. We have not just one orphan in this book, but three. THREE major orphan characters (and that's not to mention the rest of the kids playing side characters)! It's not a stretch of the imagination, I suppose, I mean, this is a retelling of Dickens that we're talking about here.Orphans everywhere, and not a single fucking brain in between the fucking lot of them all. As for the premise, it's weak and completely stretches the boundaries of credibility.I know that this is a work of fiction, I am willing to give all fiction a reasonable amount of wiggle room, but for a story to be believable, it must have some basis of credibility, and this book completely stretches my reasonable accomodaties for a feasible plot.My eyebrows were permanently stuck with one raised well above the other during the act of reading this book. Summary:Olivia is an orphan, 16 years old. She has been bounced around the foster care system since she was a child. Even so, she's a brilliant student, and a supposedly good "hacker." She has been placed with a new foster home, in which the foster father is oddly cheerful, and the foster mother is a strict, unrelenting alcoholic bitch. At her new school, she befriends some new kids, who sees her 1337 h4x0rz skillzzz during computer science class (Sam and "Z" ), and wants her to join them. The hacking team is headed by a sinister man named Bill, and they're pulled into some sort of plot. Blah blah blah. :| The point is that Liv and Z fall in love. Whatever. The Plot:Just ludicrous, really. It's a stretch of the imagination to call Liv a "hacker." Her hacking ability, for the majority of the book, is limited to looking at her teacher's hand as she types in order to get her user name and password for the school's administration system so that Liv can change her name in the system from "Olive" to "Olivia." She also told us she's previously "hacked" into an old friend's Facebook account to fuck with her user information, make her private messages public. Her hacking attempts are more of the data mining attempts than real hacking. For example, she hacks into a the bank account of "Sam Calderon" by pretty much Googling his information and answering his secret questions. Fucking seriously? There's just no way. I do online banking myself. I know it's more complicated than that to reset a fucking password.The "hacking" Liv does within this book is fucking laughable because there's no evidence of anything fucking remotely technical about it. It's a neophyte's idea of hacking. And then we have the ragtag band of orphans. A HOUSE FULL OF ORPHANS. It's like a halfway house for kids, run by a sinister man named Bill---of whom I'm not even remotely scared because he never ever ever ever makes a fucking presence in the book. A shadowy whisper of a name is not going to fucking scare me, and I don't really understand the extent to which he has his teenaged hacking crew terrified. The idea and the presence of Bill is so lacking, that he makes for a completely boring villain. As for the ragtag crew of hackers---they see themselves as Robin Hoods. They're not. They do not steal from the rich to give to the poor.They steal from the rich (big corporations) to give to themselves.Sam drives a Camaro. Z drives a Ducati. 17 years old with Ducati. That's TOTALLY UNDER THE RADAR. These kids are dumb as fuck. They don't know what riding low is unless it has something to do withFlo Rida(bad pun, I'm so sorry, but you guys should be used to it by now ^_^). These people believe that the big corporations are Big Bad Wolves, and therefore it's ok to steal from them because it's not like they're taking food away from the mouths of hungry old ladies. Fuck you. I'm not a fan of big corporations either, but these companies are employers. They employ hundreds of thousands of people. And guess who's going to be hurt by theft. You fucking seriously think the Big bad executives are going to dock their own multimillion dollar salaries to compensate for the theft? No, they're going to fire some entry-level janitors who need their job to feed their starving family.Fuck you, you fucking dumb as shit Robin Hood Wannabes. They all live in a gigantic fucking stone mansion. Seriously, there are like no fucking police presence in this novel because they all think the police are fucking morons. Listen, I'm as distrustful of authorities as the next person, but they get stuff done. These people have no trust in the police. Like when something bad happens to Liv, and she has the evidence ON DVD. Let me repeat.Liv has the evidence on a DVD. Neither she nor her friends contact the police because they do not believe the police can do anything about it. Fucking dumb kids. The Characters:Liv is weak as hell. She is a dumbass and naive, despite being a supposed tough foster kid. She is so easy to manipulate. She is talked into shoplifting by a Robin-Hood Wannabe because she doesn't want to lose her newfound friendship. If I don’t do this, I risk alienating the only friend I’ve made since moving here.Morals. TOTALLY OPEN TO DEBATE. Here's where I don't get Liv. She never goes for help when she needs it. She gets into a lot of dangerous situations, and she just completely chooses not to contact the authorities. At the beginning of the book, someone drugged her drink.She nearly got date-raped. She refuses to go to the police. He gave me the soda and I drank it all; he must’ve slipped something in it. Maybe I should call the police, but I don’t know what they’ll ask. It’s probably too late for that, anyway.And that's not to mention the despicable DVD event. Someone secretly installs a surveilance camera and tapes Liv. She sees the DVD. She runs into her lovers' arms...who then proceeds to.... The Romance:...do absolutely fucking NOTHING. Fuck you, Z. He claims to love Liv. It's a fucking twisted (no pun intended) kind of love. Liv tells him about the DVD, he doesn't go to the police because the police might bust open their entire hacking organization. Money before love, right? Anyone who cared about her would call the police. But it would alert them to Monroe Street.I've said it in the very beginning. The romance is fucking unbelievable. Liv suspects Z of slipping her the date rape drug. And she trusts him anyway. Liv knows Z is a player who runs around using and discarding girls. She trusts him anyway. Liv almost got killed when Z takes her for a spin on his Ducati, driving dangerously fast and evading the police. She trusts him anyway. Liv knows Z hacked into her school record and changed her grade from an A to a C. She trusts him anyway. Liv knows Z hacked into her foster care records, knows of her sexual abusive foster parents. She trusts him anyway. Liv doesn't even know Z's real name because he doesn't even fucking trust her enough to reveal that. She trusts him anyway. There's a reason I don't read New Adult. There's a reason I avoid it, it's because of fucking asshole alpha males like Z and the dumb bitches who love them. I should never have read this book. ...more |
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Stick toTwilight.This book is a fucking soap opera, y'all.You've got insta-love, a douche of a love interest, and a Mary Sue of a heroine that make
Stick toTwilight.This book is a fucking soap opera, y'all.You've got insta-love, a douche of a love interest, and a Mary Sue of a heroine that makes me sigh longingly for Bella Swan. I don't know if you guys are familiar with US soap operas, but they're pretty ludicrous. They can be entertaining, if you're into that sort of shit, but frankly, I ain't got time for that. Ain't nobody got time for that. Basically, they can stretch for like...20-30 years, and while the long-term plot is something like: WE MUST FIND OUT WHO KILLED THE DOCTOR'S WIFE'S LOVER'S BEST FRIEND IN THE INTENSIVE CARE WING OF THE HOSPITAL...thehowsof getting there is pretty dumb. Essentially, in the process of finding the murderer, you'd have to see Lolita, Jezebel, and Delilah form an alliance against Charity and her sister, Compassion, while Charity is secretly in a relationship with the bad boy, Jett, but his twin brother Jaxx is fucking her in the wings (but he really thought he was screwing Compassion instead---what can I say, it was dark), and Jett and Jaxx's father, Brick is embroiled in a mess where he's being blackmailed due to his embezzling of the hospital's Orphan Fund, but one of the orphans is secretly his love child (who happens to be be Lolita's switched-at-birth sister, this family tree makes the Lannisters look normal) from a forbidden relationship he had when he was a young student in college. I do actually have a point to make out of that stupid long-winded analogy.My point is that in a soap opera, the plot goes fucking nowhere, and what is supposed to be the actual fucking plot (in this book's case, a vampire invasion) is relegated to about 5% of the actual screen time.This book is so, so dramatic! It is so heavily romantic at the expense of a plot. It is filled with cat-fights, snarky bitchiness towards other girls, a girl who can't make up her fucking mind, and a douchenozzle of an alpha male (and Alpha wolf) of a love interest, who, runs hotter and colder than the fucking Katy Perry song (but at least with the song, I have the option of turning the station). It was such a fucking mess. If you like Twilight with the melodrama and the romance and the stalking amped up to the nth degree, you will love this book.I'd take Bella---hell, I'd take fucking Edward Cullen over this book's so-called-swoonable dicksnozzle Dastien Laurent any day of the week. Ok, maybe not Thursday. Thursdays always finds me in a contrary mood. Summary:Tessa's had a rough life. She's the pampered daughter of a major Hollywood lawyer and publicist who just happens to have famous movie stars and clients sidling up to him all the time, she's inherited her Latina mother's dark good looks, her family is affluent, her big brother adores his little sister. It's rough. Sooooooooo rough. [image] Oh, wait, it's rough because she seeeeees things, you see, Tessa has to wear gloves all the time. Without them, she seeeeeeeees things. Anything she touches, she feels "imprints" of its owner. It's really fucking vague, because there's supposed to be a fucking point to her visions, and they just seem to be random-ass crap things. This book tries to justify the visions, try to make some sense of out them, for example... Usually when I got one from physical contact with another person, I saw the last thing that affected them emotionally.Um. No. Not even close. I like visions, but if you're going to incorporate their use into a fucking book, it's gotta be consistent. Nothing about this book is consistent, so I should know better. Apparently, most people have their minds on sex, because I shit you not, the majority of the fucking visions within the book are of teenagers doing the horizontal tango and getting hot and heavy. Come on! Because Tessa's life is so rough, because she's got to wear gloves all the time, Tessa can't fucking stay in a normal school for some fucking reason. She's been transferred all over the fucking place (and in Hollywood/West LA, that's a lot of fucking school she's got to choose from, trust me, I know). So her family decides to uproot themselves, and move to Nowheresville, Texas, where her father is going to give up his publicist/lawyer for the stars job to work for some crappy little private school called St. Ailbe's. But before they move there, Tessa has some viiiiiiiisions (oh, right, she canscrythings, too, because she's abrujahwitch by blood. She sees a young man, a handsome young man, who she's never seen before. But there's something about him!1!11 He sees into her soul! Despite having never met him before. Despite him being only avision. The younger one continued to stare in my direction. The look he gave me made my pulse race; it was like he was seeing through my soul. His muscles strained against his black T-shirt as he stepped toward me. His inky black hair made his amber eyes seem brighter.So Tessa and her family moves to Texas, where teenagers are dumb rednecks who falls for just about anything. They're in love with her because she's from Hollywood, and they haz keg parties, and they buy into the fact that wearing gloves is just the new fashion out of Hollywood...because surely, there's no such thing as the Internet and fashion blogs. And then, she actually meets the boy from the vision. He's actually a man, a 20 year old man, a teacher at St. Ailbe's.His name's Dastien, and he's so fucking hot that it's a good thing that the laws defining statutory rape are extremely lax in Texas.Certainly, they have an instant connection. And it's so not weird that the second time they meet, he wants to kiss her. Nope, not weird at all. And that kiss. That fucking kiss. HIV might be less dangerous when transmitted. Let me tell you something, when a guy you've barely met suddenly fucking grabs your face, kiss you, then bites you, then claws your shoulder, leaving you with4-inch bloody gashesthat give you a 108 degrees (that's 42.2 degrees Celsius for non-US peepz) fever that puts you in the fucking hospital suffering from excruciating pain and turns you into a werewolf, your first instinct should be to slap the living fuck out of him and yell "WHAT IN THE NAME OF SAINT MATTHEW'S HAIRY BALLS DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU HALFWITTED SON OF A MOTHERLESS TROLL", not think to yourself: My mind was stuck on one thing. It had been an amazing kiss. The best I could ever imagine a kiss being. Even now, in pain, I’d do it again. No doubt. Something in the core of me needed him, and from the looks of him right now, the feeling was mutual.Girl, you've got to get your fucking priorities straight. So Tessa's life is literally fucked. She has no future, because she is a werewolf. Tessa has to transfer to St. Ailbe's, which is somehow a school for werewolves because she cannot control her emotions, she is a danger to mankind. What happens is a fuckton of Tessa being a fucking moron. Seriously, the dumb chick is given a book called... “The Werewolf’s Bible.It’s basically a guide to everything about being a Were. It explains most of what you’ll be going through.”SHE DOESN'T FUCKING READ IT. SHE NEVER TOUCHES THE FUCKING BOOK. Half the fucking book could have been easily omitted if she had actually read the fucking thing so every. single. character. in the fucking school doesn't have to treat her like a fucking mentally-challenged 7 year old by reiterating the rules. IN THE BOOK THAT SHE DIDN'T FUCKING READ. You've got cat fights, cat fights, and MORE CAT FIGHTS (is it a cat fight if the girls are werewolves, too?) as the other girls resent the fact that Tessa is wanted and desired not only by fucking Dastien but all the fucking boys in the fucking yard. There are hot, hunky werewolf boys a la Jacob Black fighting themselves and wanting to claim Tessa as their mate! There's some vampire invasion somewhere in there. Maybe a few pages? I dunno. The Characters:Why are you sooooo fucking special, Tessa?! It made one half-white, half-Mexican, part-werewolf, part-bruja woman want to scream. I didn’t fit into any nice little box in Los Angeles, and I sure didn’t fit into any of Mr. Hoel’s boxes now that I added a hefty dose of werewolf into the mix.[image] Tessa's not only a witch who sees things, but she's an extra-special witch because she can see visions without touching things as if her brain were a fucking TV. She's not only a werewolf, but she's an extra-special fucking werewolf, and even more special because she was able to be turned! Because it's soooooooo rare that a female gets turned through an actual werewolf bite. Only one in a hundred guys can survive the transformation. And almost no girls live through it, more like one in ten thousand.You're one in a miiiiiiillion, Tessa!!!! I don't give a fuck. All the boys fight over her! All the girls (except for one) everywhere she goes, at normal school, at St. Ailbe's---are slutty bitches who don't want her near their boyfriends! The amount of hormones in this book is just unbelievable. The Romance:DEAR GOD, WHY? I felt like a counselor at a home for battered women reading this book! Dastien, or, as I like to call him in my head---Bastard-ien, is a fucking douche canoe. As I said, he fucking BIT her without her permission. By doing that (against the werewolf law, if I may add, and Tessa would have known that if she had READ THE FUCKING WEREWOLF BIBLE), he pretty much claimed her. Ruined her life. She has nowhere to go. She HAS to go to St. Ailbe's. College? Fuck that. A choice of a boyfriend? Fuck that. She is sentenced to being a werewolf for the rest of her very, very, very long life, and Tessa can't make up her fucking mind whether she's angry at him or not!! Even her poor family knows better! Listen to this conversation!Her family has some sense! Axel got in my face. “You can’t actually want to date that guy. He attacked you—”YOU KIND OF ARE, TESSA, YOU BIRDBRAIN! Dastien BIT YOU. Accident, my fucking arse! His bite, his unlawful act of turning her into a werewolf, could have had dire consequences.Dastien could have killed her, because so few girls live through a werewolf's bite.But no! His inner fucking wolf called out to him! He couldn't control himself! No! That is NEVER an excuse! I could’ve died? Did Dastien even think about that?Dastien alternately ignores Tessa and acts like she's his property. He growls and punches and beats the living crap out of any guy who dares look at Tessa out of the corner of their eyes. Dastien is a fucking stalker. And Tessa likes it!!!! “I wouldn’t let you out of my sight if I could manage it.”We've got a healthy relationship here, ladies and gentlemen! [image] ...more |
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In the midst of a bad streak of books, I often turn back to a good old comfort read. For me, that is the time-tested genre of Historical Romance. But
In the midst of a bad streak of books, I often turn back to a good old comfort read. For me, that is the time-tested genre of Historical Romance. But here is where I made a crucial error---I should have stuck to the Regency era instead of going back to Medieval. It's kind of hard to fuck up a good old-fashioned love story...but apparently, it's not impossible. Not when the story is set in the Medieval Era. Regency romances are familiar, soothing, like a warm cup of apple cider on a crisp fall day.Medieval romance are as comforting as choking down an ice-cold kale, spinach, and lemon colon cleanse on a frigid winter morning. This book also deals withsexual abusein a way that completely pisses me off. We have always known that Eloise has been sexually tortured by her first husband. Let's get one thing straight: the way to earn a woman's trust after sexual trauma is not to screw her silly. Alaun thinks that's the way things should go, he knows of Eloise's pain, her previous experience with abuse, her shame, her horror.Yet, he seems to think that the way to earn Eloise's trust and ease her mental scars is to fuck it out of her. And Eloise lets him.THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS. Eloise is not"half a woman"because she has been abused. Fuck you, Alaun. To be fair, this book is considerably less aggravating than other Medieval romances I've read. At least there's no justification of attempted rape on the part of the love interest. At least the Needless to say, when one of the best thing I can say about this book is"At least the main character doesn't get raped by her true love,"it's not a terribly good sign. We first meet Eloise when she is little more than a child, on the eve of her wedding to a brute, de Cannar. Nine years later, she is blissfully widowed, and living on her father's estate, ruling the roost as its intelligent, capable chatelaine. After her mercifully short marriage, Eloise is now satisfied with her life. She has her own money, her own estate, she is happy living with her father's household, running things like clockwork. She is beautiful, smart, everyone wants to marry her, but Eloise has vowed to never marry again (and with good reason). Naturally, the men in her life don't give a fuck about what she wants.Lord Henry is her creeptastic father. He looks at his busy, competent daughter who is running his household like a dream and decides that's she's unhappy. Eloise is an awesome daughter. He loves her so very much. She was a daughter an old warrior could be proud of, with her matchless beauty and indomitable pride.So of course,the only reasonable decision to make is to give her away because Lord Henry wants the prestige of the famous Alaun de Montisfrey brings to his festive tournament.It's for bragging rights. Henry couldn’t hide his exasperation. “Name your prize,” he growled, “and if it’s within my power, it’ll be yours for the taking.”Father knows best?Fuck you, Lord Henry.I called Lord Henry creeptastic, and I meant it. He watches his daughter suck face in an alley with Alaun and just chuckles because his plans are coming to fruition. He overhears his daughter moaning with pleasure as Alaun fucks her from behind and continues eating his dinner. I have a newfound appreciation for my own father after this book. I see Eloise as a mostly-smart woman turned generic by her acquiescence of Alaun's brand of love, which is not so much love as a brand, much like one would put on a horse or a cow, to demonstrate ownership. I pity Eloise, despite her occasional stupidity at times, because it is a difficult thing to be a woman at this time. Despite her independence, despite her widowhood, she is still more or less owned by her father, and then, owned by Alaun.Eloise is not so much a woman as she is chattel, the property of the men in her life.She is a moron sometimes. She goes off skinny dipping in a frigid lake in the middle of a freezing night and ends up getting seduced. She thinks, oh, Alaun is soooooooooo different because instead of wanting to marry her, he just wants her body! ...he was not, nor had he ever been, interested in marrying her. It was her body he sought—he had made that abundantly clear from the first; he was the first man to approach her with no interest in her hand and the fortune that went with it. It was a novel situation—she wasn’t sure what she thought of it.I'll tell you what you should think, Eloise, you should think he's a douchewad. Alaun is a typical Medieval leading man, which is to say,he is a fucking douche.Yet, he is physical perfection, so naturally it makes it perfectly good to go weak in the knees for him. Eloise, please, you are so much better than that. Alaun is built like a 300-muscle-packed-pound linebacker with the grace of a ballet dancer, with the agility of a man half his size. He defeats all his opponents, wins every impossible test in order to win Eloise.He is a physical anomaly. He is Gary Stu at its finest. Alaun does not talk like a normal human being. He growls. He snarls. He roars.He scowls. He needs to take a course on anger management. Alaun is completely astounded by the fact that Eloise (the "damned witch," the "virago," the "fire-witch" ) is not completely soaking wet in her panties for him despite the fact that he goes out of his way to win the tournament so she can become, more or less, his property. After their visual duel, let alone the little matter of his prize, she should have been quivering with reaction, uncertain, vulnerable to a subtle, more gentle assault. He’d expected to find a woman primed for seduction.Alaun is not a gentle lover, he does not want an equal partner in Eloise. He wants to conquer her. He wants to"break her".His declaration of love is ever so romantic. “You are not a burden!”So fucking romantic. The Sex:If you wanted a bodice-ripper, you've got it. Rest assured, Eloise and Alaun rut like a couple of horses in heat in this book. “Nay, lord.” She turned to come up on her knees before him. “Come—plant your seed deeply, as do your stallions.” She glanced over her shoulder; her eyes gleamed. “Long, strong—and very slow.”Despite her widowhood, despite her sexual abuse, Eloise is still a virgin. That pisses me off. Is there such a need for virginity in a romance novel that you would actually contrive to have an abused WIDOW who is a virgin as well?And to have her come to orgasm when she loses her virginity.Despite the fact that Alaun is hung like a particularly well-endowed horse? Oh, and of course it's ok to have sex twice on the night you lose your virginity. OF COURSE IT DOESN'T HURT. “Will it hurt?”Fuck you, Alaun. You lying liar. Reach for a Regency romance instead. This book was so much more trouble than it was worth. ...more |
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Actual rating: 4.5 Jericho fucking Barrons, man. That was literally what popped into my mind within the first few chapters of this book. And thank god f Actual rating: 4.5 Jericho fucking Barrons, man. That was literally what popped into my mind within the first few chapters of this book. And thank god for Jericho fucking Barrons, (and this is the most reluctant admittance I will ever make) because thanks to him, I came to appreciate Truman a lot more than I otherwise would have, and I hung onto this book despite my initial reservations as to his character. (And Rachel's character, at that.) This isPride & PrejudicemeetsNorth & South,thankfully, without the verbosity of the latter, without having to navigate the social landmines (however enjoyable) of the former. It really helps if you picture the delicious Richard Armitage as Truman Stanhope, Earl of Druridge. [image] Yum. Myfriend's review got me interested in this book. According to her, "Novak managed to avoid every single overused trope and theme that HR fans have ever complained about." Well, this got my eyebrows raised. I am a fan of the Historical Romance genre, it's my comfort read, mainly becausethe genre is so predictable.You are given a heroine who is more or less likeable, a rake of a love interest who is determined as hell to avoid marriage, or as some would term it, "the noose." You get predictable conflicts. You get a happily ever after.The plot is but an afterthought in between all the sexual tension and fucking.Without a doubt, 99.7% of HR falls into this category. As it turned out, my friend was right.This book falls into that ever-so-rare 0.3% in its originality, in its complexity of characters, in the relevance of its plot, which never takes a backseat to the romance.Screw your London season, your tea parties, your pretty dresses, your glorious ugly duckling transformations, your conniving and snooty Ladies and Gents, your rakes, your gambling hells. I'll take the mining town of Creswell any day. You know the thing about first impressions? It turns out, they're not always right. Our first impression of Truman, Earl of Druridge, is not a good one, to put it lightly. We meet him on a dark, stormy night. We know that he is the earl. We know he is furious, livid with rage. At whom? None other than his wife, Katherine. His very, very pregnant wife, Katherine. Whose child is most likelynothis. He is simmering with violence, irrational through his threats, barely able to hold onto his sanity. Um, what? It took me until the first chapter to realize that this violent, angry man is one of our main characters, our heroine's love interest. There's a lot of things he wants to do to his wife once he gets home to see her, none of it pleasant. ...maybe once the baby was born, he’d have her committed to Bedlam.You could hear the gears in my head grind to a halt. BEDLAM? BEDLAM? AN INSANE ASYLUM FOR A WIFE WHO BETRAYED HIM? Are you fucking serious? I'm supposed tolikea man who would commit his wife to a hell of an institution for the mentally ill against her will? Let's face it, 19th century insane asylums are not a pleasant place to be, and any man who would do such a thing becomes instantly reprehensible in my eyes. I'm not going to like this guy. As it turned out, his love interest and our other main character isn't exactly instantly likeable either. The beginning is highly, highly reminiscent ofPride & Prejudiceon steroids, because there is little to no gentility nor civility in the interactions between our main characters. Rachel is actually the personification of pride and prejudice. She is a poor miner's daughter; as educated she is, and genteel as she acts, Rachel is solidly on the bottom ring of society. She is educated, but she is not without her inborn prejudices, her hate of the upper class, particularly against Truman, the man who owns the mine that has been the downfall of so many in her family and her town. I absolutely loved how well depicted, how complex both Rachel's character and Truman's characters were written.Neither are perfect; they are both far, far removed from perfection. He is not a man at peace, having been accused of murder, and desperate to clear his name and maintain his family's holdings. His desperation leads him to anger many times, but at heart, he is a good man, and I thoroughlyfelthis character and his complexity throughout the book.This is no Regency fop. This is no rake. This is a real man, trying to do what's right. Truman and Rachel work so well together, they are such a wonderful pair in that they confront each others' flaws instead of tiptoeing around it. There is plenty of angst and brooding, this book is rife with sexual tension, filled with brooding romance, but Rachel and Truman are more than a couple of horny adults.They grow with each other, they confront each other's weaknesses, they are a truly well-matched pair.There is no politeness, no following of society's conventions. They speak their minds, and I loved them for it. Their initial encounters are tense, rigid with anger simmering beneath the surface, filled with misunderstandings and unspoken distrust. "Do you think I felt no betrayal when my wife slept with other men? Do you think it wasn’t painful to be taunted by the knowledge of it? To receive the bland smiles of those I considered my friends, who had taken my wife into their beds? That I could not feel—that I still do not feel—the loss of my son, a life I valued more than my own?” His fingers tightened almost painfully on her arm.The dynamics change as they grow to like, then trust, then eventually love each other. But that love does not come cheaply. The danger is still there, the noose still threatens Truman's neck if he does not find the true murderer. The town itself is on edge against the Earl and his ownership of the mines. There is the constant knowledge of the social barrier between their love. There is so much within this book, and I loved almost every word of it. What prevented this book from a perfect 5 is its plot, and to an extent, the one-dimensionality of its villain. I could guess the "whodunnit" relatively quickly, and I was disappointed throughout the book with how one-dimensional the villain in this book was made to be. It wasn't a huge complaint, butcompared to the care given to the other minor characters in the book, it was disappointing to have such a major character be so steoretypically, irredeemably bad. There were other parts of the plot that never quite made sense to me, like the mystery surrounding the missing paintings. Other parts crucial to the climax seemed rather rushed, and the action scenes were poorly written compared to the rest of the novel. The ending was rushed, and it doesn't feel like it quite fit in the context of the book. This book was regardless an amazing read, and held my attention from start to finish.Without a doubt, it stands out and holds its own among the many, many absolutely generic historical romance novels out there. ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5 I’m afraid I was wrong. Wrong about Mary, who never wanted to be better than anyone else; she just wanted to be herself.Actual rating: 3.5 I’m afraid I was wrong. Wrong about Mary, who never wanted to be better than anyone else; she just wanted to be herself.This book wasn't what I anticipated. It was still good---it just didn't head in the direction I thought it would. Come on now, Anne Boleyn? Arguably the most famous of Henry VIII's wives? The woman was was made the scapegoat for Henry's formation of the new Church of England? The seductress who won a king's heart? Really. Look into my eyes and tell me you're not utterly fascinated by this woman. If you say no, you're a lying liar, and we are no longer friends. This book didn't fit into my expectations of it because it was so much about character development, and compared to other books I've read, Henry VIII played such a minor role. This book was about Anne's initial arrival at court, in disgrace from her antics at the French court, in pain, in absolutely uncertainty about her future, and with a whole lot of growing up to do.There really is not a lot of plot to this book, the character development and family dynamics is what made this book shine.Knowing Anne's history, this was a somewhat bittersweet read. There is also a whole lot of romance, insta-loves, love---I don't even want to say triangle, because it's more of a love hexagon, not to mention adultery.Despite everything, it didn't bother me that much, because it was fitting given the time and the context. There are a lot of love interests, a lot of courtship, a lot of flirtation, and almost none of it relevant to who we know will win in the end. Really, that's my main complaint about the book. Maybe that was the point of the book, to let the reader know that Anne was Anne before she was Henry's infamous lover, but for a book about Anne's development during her initial meetings with Henry and throughout his initial infatuation of her---Henry's interest and Anne's interactions with him were just not believable.Henry's growing infatuation with Anne as she grows into herself was so weak and so poorly depicted as to be almost nonexistent.And despite Anne's overwhelming crush on Henry...and he does cut a pretty attractive figure in his youth: The red of his hair shone against his black velvet cap, echoed in a more subdued shade by his beard. He was dressed all in crimson and cloth of gold, with jewels at his throat and crossing his chest, on his cap and encrusting his fingers.[image] Anne's conversations with Henry and how he came to grow increasingly attracted to her was just inadequately depicted. The sparks flew off the pages far more and far more believably for Anne's alternative love interests. This book offers a very interesting view on her character.From what we know of Anne, from the numerous accounts and rumors as to her character as "the great whore," the witch, the seductress, I certainly didn't come to expect the Anne we came to meet within this book.Young Anne was not beautiful, not like her sister Mary, who was also King Henry's mistress. Anne is intelligent, well-read, witty, educated. She is independent, she has a lovely singing voice, she plays the lute beautifully. But she is nothing like Mary. [Mary's] voice is round and delicate, though tuneless.Anne is flat-chested, slim with no hips, her hair is dark, her complexion not so much pale as it is sallow. Her eyes are so dark as to be completely black. She is not considered attractive. Anne is an outcast upon her arrival at Henry's court, exiled from France, where she was raised, and where she still considers home---a very, very unpopular opinion, considering the fact that England and France is on the verge of war. Her French fashions, her French hoods, her tendency to speak before she thinks, and her unwanted reputation as Mary's sister does not make Anne any more popular with the people at court. To say it mildly, Anne is different, with no desire to change. But she knows she has to change; Anne has to cultivate popularity in the court, becauseshe desperately needs a husband, a better one than the man her father wants her to have.James Butler, her intended, is a deplorable man. He is determined to literally beat the life, the living spark, out of Anne once they are married, and she knows it. Anne wants to get married, not because she wants to, but because as a woman, she has no other options than to find a good husband---or rather, one that's less disagreeable than Butler. Let's face it, Anne's options are extremely limited.As a woman in Tudor time, a good marriage is pretty much the only way out of a worse marriage and a bad family. I do not begrudge Anne's determination to make a good marriage at all.As her brother George so callously and realistically reminded her: “Don’t make yourself more than you are.” George stands and brushes his doublet. Checks his fingernails. “As a woman, you have no choice. You have to do what your father says. And eventually what your husband says. You can use your feminine wiles to encourage certain outcomes, but at the end of the day, their will is the only will that matters.”Anne's only worth, sadly, lies between her legs. I learned early on that my virginity is the only treasure I carry in a royal court. Everything else about me is worthless. Or belongs to my father.In order to gain popularity at court, the ungainly, gawky, not-beautiful Anne has much to learn. She makes a strategic alliance with the infamous charmer, Thomas Wyatt. He will help her get what she wants---popularity and acceptance, and if she gets it, Anne must come to his bed. Anne is extremely reluctant to make the agreement, but she is running out of time, and Thomas is her only option and ally at court. Thomas slowly teaches her the graces and the art of seduction. He shows her how to be coquettish, how to attract a man's attention---and keep it. His lessons not only revolve around flirtation, but on courtly behavior as well, as a side lesson in human psychology. Never apologize. Never show weakness. Always be confident. “When you walk away—and every time you walk away from me—don’t look back.”Anne's character development is wonderful. I loved seeing her transformation.I also absolutely loved the complicated dynamics within her family, I cannot overemphasize that.George and Mary, Anne's brother and sister, are featured prominently in this novel. They are major figures at court, and as such, Anne has ample opportunities to interact with them. We see their family history at play, we get a glimpse into their past, we see how close they were, and how they grew apart at the time. We see the fruits of their overbearing, cruel, manipulative father's behavior on their relationship. We see Anne's love and hate of both her brothers and sister, and her conflicted feelings towards them. Anne and George's relationship is so interesting.Like a lot of things in this book, it was not what I expected. We have accounts of Anne's extremely closeness with George, but as the years passed, their relationship has changed into a somewhat bitter one. It is not smooth sailing, not a purely loving relationship as I had anticipated from previous Anne Boleyn novels. George loves her---and hates her, for many reasons, none of them simple. Their interaction fluctuates between completely loving---to the point of crossing the boundaries sometimes, to backhanded and backstabbing. Absolutely brilliantly depicted. I also loved Mary and Anne's relationship. It was a complicated one, because, as we know, Mary was Henry's lover first. As such, Anne has some very strong opinions of Mary, none of it positive. Anne has always envied Mary for her beauty, and for her ability to attract men's attention, from the French king to Henry. Their relationship is a quietly resentful one, but Anne came to change her opinion of Mary as she matures. A great book for those who love character insights and an intimate portrayal of familial psychology. The plot could use a lot of work. ...more |
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The premise doesn't break any grounds: it's your traditional Urban Fantasy involving Angels and their line of mythology, with a rampant amount of sex-
The premise doesn't break any grounds: it's your traditional Urban Fantasy involving Angels and their line of mythology, with a rampant amount of sex---that's not actual penetration sex (more on that later). It was a very fast read; whatever problems I have with Jennifer Armentrout's books, it is never her writing. The writing is straightforward, the book is easy to read, and a fast, light one. It was not a terrible book by any means, but it was far from perfect. In a good urban fantasy, as in any book I read, I want a rational, compelling heroine who does not behave foolishly, and is strong-willed, rather than bitchy and contrary. I also want compelling side characters, and an excellent plot. My problem is that this book: 1. Has a difficult, annoying, and contrary heroine, added to the fact that she is the only female in the story 2. Has an alpha-male Fallen angel love interest who is---frankly, a stalker 3. Has an unbelievable romance 4.Makes the characters' personal problems (and often, the sex) a priority over that of the actual plot Summary:Lily Marks is a Nephilim working under a Contract for an agency known as the Sanctuary. The Sanctuary is composed of people like her---children of Fallen angels, who have heightened abilities, who have taken on an oath to hunt and destroy creatures such as demons and minions. The Sanctuary do not trust the Fallen angels at all, because they are evil and they are deceitful; some years back, one of the Fallen seduced and subsequently killed one of their own, a young woman named Anna. Her memory lives on still, andAnna's betrayal and murder by the Fallen is a lesson deeply ingrained within the minds of her fellow Nephilim as a symbol of the Fallen's capacity for treachery. Despite knowing that, Lily has been embroiled in a complicated relationship with Julian, a stalker angel who has been trailing her since he saved her life when she was 17. Lily is now 26, still working for the Agency, and still behaving with the immaturity of a teenager. During a routine kill, Lily gets trigger-happy and slugs a cop. Lily, as well as the other Nephilims can sense another Nephilim when they touch them, and it turns out that said knocked-out cop (Michael) is a Nephilim himself. The rest of the book is devoted to (in order of precedence): 1. Lily's sexual escapades with Julian 2. The mystery of the traitor within the Sanctuary 3. Michael's training and personal discovery 4. Some subplot involving the Fallen and an US Senator who can't keep his dick in his pants The Plot:I don't know if there was another series around the people of the Sanctuary, but for much of the book, I felt like I was a character looking in from a window.I feel like I was missing out on something, that I've suddenly jumped into the second book of a series without knowing it.The book and the premise of the Sanctuary was well-explained, but I never felt immersed in the plot. I felt like a stranger, if I may be so overdramatic. The problem with this book's plot is that the actual plot (finding out the true traitor within the Sanctuary) was so utterly eclipsed by Lily's escapades. It was Lily this. Lily that. Lily eats a hamburger, Lily gets a Happy Meal, Lily is unhappy about the Happy Meal. Lily sips a Coke. Lily gives a guy in a laundry room a hand job. Lily goes out to kick minion asses. Lily jumps from rooftop to rooftop in an effort to unleash her frustration. Lily freaks out at Julian's stalkerish behavior (while being inexplicably turned on by him). Lily batting her eyelashes at her guardian and mentor and getting away with doing stupid things. Lily gives Julian a blow job. Lily gets fingered by Julian. (Note that there's no actual sex yet because the girl will insist on retaining her virginity for no known reason.) There is just so much unnecessary sex, I would swear that 25% of the book is composed of sexual acts that doesn't involve Lily losing her virginity. Speaking of virginity, Lily does everything short of lose the actual V-card, and I'm pretty sick of it. I do not have a problem with sex. I do not have a problem with sleeping around. I do not have a problem with a heroine who is not a virgin, andthe insistence that Lily remains a virgin despite all the sexual play she does with her lovers is confusing and utterly ludicrous to me. The entire book is just eclipsed by Lily, her overwhelmingly selfish behaviors, her attitude, and her self-centered egotism. I wanted the plot to be centered on the traitor, on the senator, or hell, more on Michael's mystery. It is a pretty complelling mystery, and it could have been delivered so much better: We have a traitor among us. Someone has been working with the Fallen to expose the names and locations of the vulnerable Nephilim.Instead, I got Lily. And not much else. The Premise:Simple enough, doesn't break any grounds where UF is concerned, and adequately explained. The Sanctuary is a place for Nephilim to train and fight against demons and minions, disguised as an actual security agency. They are powerful, they are incredibly rich, they have connections everywhere, including at the police department, to smooth over minor details like disappearing corpses and hundreds of mysterious deaths per week. The Nephilim are children of angels who become Fallen when they mate with the daughters of men (seriously, why are angels so attracted to daughters of men, I don't get it, I mean, I'm pretty cute, but if I were an angel, I'd take a female angel---who probably look like a Victoria's Secret Angel---over me any day.Personally, I think angels are just into slumming). Minions are normal humans who have had their minds possessed. They can survive a gunshot to the chest. They turn into mindless creatures, impervious to normal weaponry, and it takes skills and specially engineered weapons to kill them. It takes a Nephilim to destroy one. The Sanctuary, how it works, the Contract, the training, all were well-detailed and consistent. I had no problem with the very traditional angel-centered premise of this book. The Characters:Ugh. You know the thing about first impressions? They stick. And my first impression of Lily was not a good one. For the first few chapters of this book, I pretty much knew I wasn't going to like Lily. She flounces the rules, she is impractical (fights minions in a miniskirt, jumps from rooftop to rooftop for fun). I am not slut shaming. I wear miniskirts, I wear short shorts. I don't care what she wears, butit is a matter of professionalism, and Lily is terribly immature for a character who is supposed to be 26 years old.Lily isthe only femalein the book who has a major role. There is no supporting female character.The entire fucking Sanctuary is filled with hot, muscled, Nephilim men, and Lily is the only female (not to mention the best and youngest fighter). Lily is also tiny and stunningly gorgeous. Thank god not everyone falls in love with her, because I was this close to calling Lily out to be a Mary Sue. Lily is so terribly bitchy. She is a jerk to everyone, she has a powerful guardian in the leader of the group, and thus feels like she can pretty much bat her eyelash at him and get away with doing dumb things. Lily is incapable of holding a normal conversation without snapping at someone. “It wouldn’t hurt you to shut up.”...and she has a temper that is more grating than endearing. Lily also has a tendency to talk with her fist. Lily is also a dumbass. She puts herself on the line, and she puts the Sanctuary in danger for her knowing acts of defiance. Lily is involved in a very, very complex relationship with an asshole of a Fallen angel named Julian. He pretty much stalks her, and she is falling in love with him. She does this with the full knowledge that Julian is dangerous. That Julian may be betraying her. That Julian is not to be trusted. But no."He is different." "Julian is different." Different. Different. Different.Lily trusts Julian for no fucking reason besides the fact that he claims to be different, and the fact that he professes to care for her, despite what happened with Anna.I just do not understand how her trust can be so easily won when Lily is so hardheaded otherwise.Anyone can claim to be different. Trust has to be earned, and I don't believe Julian earned it, and I look down upon Lily for going against her typically distrustful nature for the sake of someone whose entire Fallen race has been shown to be deceitful. Not to mention her involvement with Julian has caused her to become the suspect herself. Lily would risk her reputation, she would risk her friends, her comrades, fellows-in-arms at the Sanctuary, who took her in when her mother died, for a guy she barely knows? Lily knows what she's doing is wrong, and yet---does it anyway. She didn’t have Julian—she couldn’t have Julian. It wasn’t like he was another Nephilim or even a human—a human would have been better choice.To be fair, Lily does have her moments of awesomeness, such as this one particular scene: Lily sighed wearily. This wasn’t going as planned. “Michael, sit down. Luke, shut up.” It was a sad day for Nephilim around the world when she played mediator. “If you guys want to pull out your dicks and see whose is bigger, can you go ahead and do it so we can move on?”The Romance:Just unbelievable, we have a hundreds-of-year old ANGEL, for fuck's sake. A Fallen angel, but still, an Angel, and out of fucking nowhere he swoops in and saves Lily and then pretty much stalks her and teases her and taunts her like a sadist, and manipulates her sexual emotions for years, and then falls for the girl for no fucking reason? Well, color me incredulous. Overall: a fast read, but not a good one. It needs more plot, less Lily, and less sex. ...more |
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| "Who was the real Jamie MacCrae? A ruthless ruler or a puckish prince?"[image] I started reading this book because the premise promised originality "Who was the real Jamie MacCrae? A ruthless ruler or a puckish prince?"[image] I started reading this book because the premise promised originality. A Scotland-based setting with time travel and fantasy elements? Are you kidding me? Gimme that shit, y'all. Well, you know what they say about things being too good to be true: they usually are. The premise is original...but as we all know,originality alone doesn't mean it'll be good. In the context of this book, it doesn't approach good. It wouldn't be able to touch good with a 30-yard pole.This is going to be a long criticism, however much I try to restrain myself, because I have a lot to say about this book, and not much (almost none, really) that is positive. The setting is new and interesting, but it doesn't make any fucking sense. The characters---all 4 of them---are each a cliché. The entire book was altogether insufferably stupid and nonsensical. Not recommended at all. The settings Present day Scotland: The modern day Scotland in the book, what little of it there is, is beautifully described, but it is---as the book describes it...reminiscent of the Shire, and not in a good way. It is too picture-perfect. It is pretty, in an utterly touristy way. It is lovely and well-described, but completely lacking in life, in anything that would make it feel realistic.It is a Thomas Kinkade painting, utterly idealized and empty of spirit. Doon: Doon is not Scotland of the past, as I was led to believe when I first started reading the book. It is a version of it, which would not have been a bad thing, if not for its utter absurdity as a setting. If you come into the book expecting a facscimile of sense in the land of “If I may,signori?It is agigantemystery.” He illustrated his point by holding his hands wide apart and giving them a shake for emphasis. “As a young man, I was called to Doon from Napoli in 1915, during the last Centennial. I metla mia moglie---my future wife. Since then, I marry, make sevenbambinis---babies... "However modern it is, whatever magic the people of Doon have seen, they are still firmly ingrained in the mindset of the past, despite everything they have seen and known. They believe that magic is witchcraft, they believe in predestination, a soulmate, a Calling. They are still willing to burn witches at stakes. The setting is a mess. The people portrayed are a fuck-filled mess of contradictory behaviors, and there is severe lack of sense and rationality. Doon is not quaint, it is not charming. It was not what I expected to read, because while I am prepared for an alternate setting, I like that setting to make sense and for its people to follow certain guidelines of reasonable behaviors.It is like watchingThe O.C.only to have the entire series be set in Little Saigon instead of Newport Beach. It may be technically accurate, but it's not what I fucking signed up for. The Characters:the main characters within the book perfect the art of contradiction. As I said above, every single one falls into an YA trope. They do not act consistently, they say and think one thing, and they do another. Veronica:akaVerranicaas pronounced by our fucking James MacCrae. More on him later. She is the epitome of lovely innocent.She is beautiful, stunning, without knowing it.A daydreamer, a hopeless romantic. A believer in romance, despite being a wounded, broken girl. Despite suffering from a miserable past. Despite being unwanted by her alcoholic drug addict of a mother. Despite being leered upon by her soon-to-be-stepfather. Despite being abandoned by her biological father. Who is dead. Who was a drug addict. Despite having her best friend in the whole wide world move halfway across the country. Despite being publicly dumped and cheated on by her boyfriend in the school hallway not 5 seconds before she meets Jamie, kilted golden boy of Doon, in a vision,whom she then singlemindedly pursue all the way to Scotland. You name a tragedy, our Vee has seen it. Veronica is our first and main narrator, and I needed to rest my eyes after every 5 minutes of reading her parts because they were so tired from being rolled back into my head as I read her narration. She fucking swoons every 5 seconds over Jamie's chocolaty eyes, his locks of hair that falls over his eyes. His air of indifference. Despite his hostility, despite his professed ignorance of her and outright hostility upon meeting her, she cannot help but despair in her undeniable attraction to him, her soulmate! She's such a fucking martyr...despite KNOWING THAT THEY'RE MEANT TO BE, she so unselfishly gives him up, only to fucking moan and cry about it 2 seconds afterwards. She is a fucking TSTL Mary Sue of a moron. She would rather die as a possibly convicted witch in a foreign land than give up the chance at TWOO WUV. Of course, leaving [Doon] was preferable to death, but I wasn’t ready to give up on this place...or onhim.ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? She is the most easily impressed character ever. "[Jamie] smiled a sad, sweet smile. “I said, [your father]’s an idiot and he has no idea what an amazing daughter he has.”He said the words simply and with such sincerity that they washed over me like absolution. I closed my eyes, but the tears flowed hot over my cheeks anyway.How was it possible he knew the exact right thing to say?The words I’d secretly longed to hear, but hadn’t realized it until they came out of his mouth?So Jamie tells her that her dad misunderstands her and Vee's like HE KNOWS MY SOUL. WELL ALRIGHTY THEN. Veronica can't see past the pert little cheerleader nose on her face. She doesn't know the meaning of forward thinking. She is completely devoted to the cold, angry, emo boy Jamie, regardless of how much he acts like an asshole and how much he professes to hate her (he doesn't mean it...he can't mean it!!!!!!). I wanted to vomit. Mackenna:Vee's best friend since infancy, it seems. They're attached at the hips. Naturally, they are polar opposites. Mackenna is the practical, tomboyish, drama-addicted (if you are into musicals and Broadway plays, you can do your own scavenger hunts as to how many of them she name-drops in this book). Mackenna is the tall, protective, Amazonian BFF whodoesn't realize how stunning she is(do we see a theme here?!?!?1?!1). She is meant to be humorous and brash, a stark contrast to Vee's dreamy impracticality...it didn't work for me. Mackenna's snark comes off as more annoying than humorous, more foot-in-mouth disease, more unintentionally stupid than anything. Really, is joking around when you're about to be killed for being a witch a wise idea? If she's meant to be practical, her character did not work in the least, because she is so insufferably idiotic. However, reading her narrative after Vee's makes Mackenna seem infinitely more tolerable and an Einstein in comparison. Regardless, I found her terribly brash, annoying, and not altogether likeable. James MacCrae:Lord, where do I start? So he's got an"incredible face,"he is a"beautiful golden boy with the dark, wounded eyes."From the second Veronica and Mackenna enters his foreign land, where he is the crown prince, he has acted like "an arrogant boy who treated [them] worse than an ant he found crawling over his boot." Despite this being Scotland, he still looks like an emo boy, or more specifically... a boy wearing "dark pants and a black cloak with the hood pulled over his head, casting his entire face in shadow.He looked like a goth kid with a Jedi complex."Despite knowing that he is Veronica's intended (it is called a Calling, and commonly acknowledged in Doon to mean you've met your soulmate), Jamie denies it, and continue treating Vee crappily like the asshole son of a bitch that he is. He tells her one thing, says another. He says things intended to turn her away, and is absolutely infuriated (and blames HER) when she does run away. Jamie’s hot and cold act was draining. Every time he started to warm, to let me in the tiniest bit, he’d turn around and shut me out even harder. And why? What had I done? Except be nice to him and adore his kingdom.Doormat: meet Veronica. Veronica: meet doormat. You guys are twins, separated at birth.Fucking really, Veronica? The more I read about Jamie and Veronica's actions, the less respect I have for either of them. Duncan MacCrae:The handsome, perfect, golden, charming prince, who is utterly guileless, full of helpfulness and humor. I actually liked him a lot out of all the characters. He may be a trope, but he's so nice and inoffensive compared to the rest of the fucking idiots in this book that I really have no complaints about him at all, besides the fact that he lacked the common sense to not fall in love with Mackenna. The side characters:completely unoriginal, absolutely lacking in dimension and complexity. The villains, the good guys, the wise woman, the love rivals. None are remotely believable as real. Everyone is black or white. There is no complexity within any of the main characters, much less the secondary ones. The Romance:inconsistent. In the case of Mackenna and Duncan, it is somewhat understandable. Their characters interact well together, and so I can see them falling for each other eventually. In the case of the main characters, however, it is completely incredible. It is predestination, and we are told to buy it, hook, line, and sinker, without any explanation whatsoever. Jamie and Veronica are soul mates, they have visions of each other...and that alone is the sole basis for their relationship. We are expected to believe that they are Meant. To. Be. Without any proof. And when I say without any proof, I mean it. Jamie is a fucking idiot. He is constantly angry, always hostile towards Veronica, and their interactions are so limited thatexcept for the fact that we are TOLD, again, not SHOWN, that they are supposed to be in love, we would not have known.Their relationship does not grow, it does not develop. Jamie is so outwardly against the idea ofthemthat when he finally accepts it, their love is just not believable at all. This is not a romance. The Plot:this book should have a subtitle, as in Doon: a study in the art of being completely fucking dependent on Deus ex Machina as a plot device .Something unexplained happens? It's magic. Something doesn't make sense at all? It's magic. The main villain wants to conquer the world for no reason at all. OH, IT'S BECAUSE OF MAGIC, SOMEHOW. AAAAAAAAAAARGSKJGKJSGLGJLJSGFKLJADFK. IT DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING. The reasoning behind the evil wicked so very very very very bad (actual) witch that causes all the trouble in this book but doesn't really because the plot is actually a thinly contrived excuse for the romance between Vee and Jamie and Mackenna and Duncan and it's just an afterthought and it makes no fucking sense and there is no fucking urgency and there is so little fucking plot behind it that it's just extremely frustrating and so much so that I can't be fucked to formulate it into a fucking sentence that makes any reason or contains any punctuation because why should I fucking bother to make sense when the authors themselves don't even want to try?! Seriously, the plot is so utterly secondary to the romance. There is no sense of urgency to the imminent danger that the land of Doon is in. Yeah, there are villager disappearances, a few dead bodies thrown in here and there, but there is no intrigue, no exigency, no feeling that something bad is going to happen. There is a lot of telling, not a lot of showing. The mystery behind the journal and the rings were not compelling at all. It is never well-developed enough to be credible, and magic is used to explain anything that doesn't make sense, without making sense itself. Situations and their development reeked of irrationality and lacked any reasonable plot development.There is no character development, the characters just surrender to their emotions and fall into love without any character complexity that is supposed to have developed in between. The writing:full of grandiose statements that are just repeated clichéd sayings throughout the book, like “pure, unselfish love can break any spell" and "I just followed my heart" and "the heart calls to its soul mate." FOLLOW YOUR HEART, Y'ALL. IT WILL NEVER LEAD YOU WRONG. Besides that, the writing is juvenile.The speech is sprinkled with "ta's" for "to's," "fer's" for "for's," as well as "dinnas" and "kennas," which seems to be a prerequisite whenever any attempt at a Scottish dialect is made.The speech is inconsistent, gladly free of a try-hard attempt at really heavily accented brogue, but it is too modern, too inconsistent, and lacking in authenticity to feel like it's anything but a fake setting. I was not sold on anything in this book, so really, the dialogue and the dialect is the least of my complaints compared to everything else that went horribly wrong. The headache caused by this book, combined with my mind's constant incredulous monologue (shouted, not spoken) throughout the act of reading this book prevents me from recommending it to anyone but my most hated enemies. ...more |
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Actual rating: 2.5.If there's one thing I've learned from this year's crop of books, it's that you should be aware of what you put in your body. In Ja Actual rating: 2.5.If there's one thing I've learned from this year's crop of books, it's that you should be aware of what you put in your body. In Japan, they have a specific type of manga and anime called "shounen manga," meaning "young men's manga." The category is specificallytargeted towards adolescent males,around 13+ years of age. it generally contains little to no romance, few significant female characters, and is exemplified by constant action, humor, guts and glory, and focuses on the (purely platonic) camaraderie and relationship between the male characters within. That's the best category into which I can fit this book. The characters are very juvenile, very clichéd. Their behavior and personality were extremely predictable, and I had no trouble guessing what would happen to each. There was little in this book that surprised me at all, there were no unforeseeable twists. Everyone falls solidly into their cookie cutter mold. I can definitely see where theLord of the Fliescomparison comes into play. I am not saying that GIRLS SHOULDN'T READ BOYS' BOOKS,no, I am not a traditionalist like that. However, in the sense that you probably wouldn't catch a guy reading chick lit-type of books written by Danielle Steele or Kristin Hannah, I would venture to say that this book would probably appeal more to a younger male audience. There is cursing, a lot of "fucks" flying around all over the place, there is adolescent swearing and toilet humor, but honestly, it's nothing younger kids have heard these days; if I had a little brother, he'd enjoy this book considerably more than I did. This book didn't really do much for me at all. There was a lot of very graphic scenes that were specifically designed to be gory and bloody and appealing to a certain type of audience. I was not disgusted, I was not rendered squeamish; there's a lot of (literal) blood and guts, butit didn't horrify me in a visceral sense.It was just...matter of fact.I was warned that this book would make me want to lose my lunch: that was not true. I do a lot of reading while I eat, and let me assure you that during and after the reading of this book, the contents of my stomach remain solidly (or rather, liquidly, in the literal sense) in its proper place. I am not a froofy girly girl: I absolutely love blood and gore in books, movies, games. In fact, what bumped this book to the very top of my reading list was the promise of a deliciously revolting book. It just didn't deliver on that sense for me. I was never scared, I was never thrilled, I was never horrified. I was never particularly creeped out by anything within this book. I was drawn to it initially because it was a book that claimed to have scared Stephen King. I loved Stephen King when I was younger;ITrendered me sleepless for two weeks after reading the book, so this endorsement was a promising one. I had hoped this book would deliver the frights. It didn't. I have a feeling I might have enjoyed this book a leeeeeetle bit more had I not readMira Grant's Parasitebeforehand. There were so many parallels between the two books. The premise, even the style, to some extent. Much like inParasite,in front of some of the chapters, we are given bits and clues as to what is going on. News articles, interviews, bits of confiscated evidence in the forms of letters, diary entries, court transcripts, etc, from both the past and the future. I just felt that overall,Mira Grant does a better job of building us up and giving us a more realistic picture of what was happening behind the scenes, leading up to this point.The premise was also far more believe and well-executed than in this book. I also didn't really find these pre-chapter interjections particularly intriguing: they were rather juvenile, and some parts of it like the "interviews" were particularly awkward. Their structure, presentation, and speech patterns were lacking in flow, so that I didn't feel like they could actually have happened. The only thing this book does better is the descriptions; they may not be sufficient for me, but they are quite graphic, and I'm sure other readers with less of a steel-clad stomach as mine would enjoy them---or not, as the case may be. I didn't have a problem with how the story flowed. The plot progressed along in a good manner, and I was never confused. It did drag on in place, especially in the beginning, when we were being introduced to the boys and their squabbles and I just found myself wondering "IS THERE A POINT TO ALL THIS?" The writing is good...but it leans towards purple-prosy in some points, and I had a lot of problem with the overwrought and overextended use ofreally strange metaphors.They were seriously all over the book, and they were so weird. Frommoons like bone fishhooks, to Old Faithful geyser in Yellowstone, to dewy fields spread with dead crickets, to warm dough studded with busted lightbulbs...I was left shaking my head. The writing in this book would have been fine if it didn't sound like it was trying too hard.It's supposed to be a horror book, leave the strange attempts at poetic writing out of it. The plot: um, this book would have been over a whole lot sooner (like at the very beginning) if not for some extremely stupid decisions made at by the sole adult and Scoutmaster, Dr. Tim Riggs. Honestly, for a doctor, he's a real fucking moron. The rest of the plot hinged upon his idiotic decisions, and so it was pretty much ruined for me from the beginning because of my sense of disbelief. I will not reveal what the idiocy entails, even if it takes place at the beginning of the book, butalong the scale of idiocy, it's roughly the equivalent of a book's Big Reveal hinging upon something that you could have solved with a 5-second Google search. The other characters within the book, the boys, were so utterly banal and clichéd. We have 5 characters, who are essentially tropes. Kent: the alpha male. A bulky, idiotic, simple-minded gorilla of a brute. Ephraim & Max: the polar opposite and highly unlikely pair of best friends. Ephraim is the perpetually angry, short-tempered son of a jailbird, he's stupid, barely literate, and explodes at the drop of a hat. Max, the gentle, introspective, calm and even-tempered guy to whom everyone turns. Shelley: the creepy guy who blends in like a shadow, whom nobody expects to do much, the devious, manipulative little asshole that nobody ever notices. Newton: the nerd. The overweight, perpetually bullied, overly sensitive, very intelligent, "nurturing," gentle boy. Spare me. The majority of the book comprises of them squabbling and fighting and generally being little shits to one another. It got to the point where I felt like their character werecaricatures of pre-adolescent boys,because the stereotypes were so bad and their behaviors were so exaggerated.Were it not for the fact that I know the author is male, I would have guessed that this is a female author's overextended and melodramatic view of how teenaged boys behave.The characters did not feel real to me at all. Recommended for a younger male audience with ample suspension of disbelief. This book was given to me for review by Netgalley. ...more |
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4.5 stars Take your preconceptions on Gossip Girl and Pretty Little Liars and check them at the door. Haters to the left. This book was an absolutely b 4.5 stars Take your preconceptions on Gossip Girl and Pretty Little Liars and check them at the door. Haters to the left. This book was an absolutely blast to read.I want to give this a solid 5, I seriously do.I have no complaints at all about this book, none. But I am still stupid, and my mind cannot wrap itself around the concept of giving such an exalted number for an YA book of this light nature. I'm not perfect by any means. I judge books: more often than not, my expectations are shot down into a bloody pulp as I am drawn in by an interesting blurb and attractive cover.Not this time.I came in as a skeptic, I was wrong, I loved the hell out of this book. Let's face it, we've all watched Gossip Girl or heard of it in some form or another, and at first glance, this book sounds like another clone.Bitchy, spoiled, poor-little-rich girls with nothing better to do than spend their daddy's credit cards and wail about the lack of availability of their trust funds as they weep into their fucking Hermès scarves tucked into their Louis Vuitton satchels, right?Wrong. When entering the category of YA high school fiction, there are bound to be tropes. There are few of that nature within this book, and the few clichéd characters that exist are developed out so well in character that it didn't bother me at all. Besides the main characters, the rest of the large supporting casts are so wonderfully written as well. The characters are complex, their character develop as we get further along in the book, as we learn more about them.There is no black and white; these kids may be rich prep school kids, but they are also smart, ambitious, and so very human.These teens are realistic; they are not complete assholes, they are not perfectly good; they do not fit into the Gossip Girl teen clichés at all. Nobody is perfectly good or bad,not the victims, not the villains;they are such wonderfully written characters. I was set up by the premise to be contemptuous towards our main character, Anne.I assumed that she would be empty-headed and stupid based on her background, and because of what she did (arson, come on now)...but Anne is so much more than that.I adored her.Yes, she is a spoiled teenager, but she is smart, she is rational, she has common sense, she is a queen bee, but not in the sense that she will destroy people in the process. No. She has the ability tothinkfor herself. Anne is not a Mary Sue. We get the impression that she is good-looking, and she has beautiful hair, but she never refers to her looks throughout the book. She is smart, she is charismatic; that is how Anne became the most popular girl at her previous school, and that's how she immediately gained that status upon arriving at her new school. Anne is not cruel, she may be popular, but she never uses her status to hurt anyone,she is an egalitarian,and that's why her new school bothers her so much. Wheatley is an extremely prestigious college-prep private school; the school body is small and mostly limited to the children of the extremely wealthy or powerful (read: politicians). It's a big difference from Anne's previous school, and despite her popularity, it really bothers her because of the reason why. "At St. Bernadette’s, it didn’t matter where your money came from, since everyone’s parents were attorneys or plastic surgeons or famous rock stars; you had to prove yourself to earn your status. The fact that Remy and Company won’t even wait for me to prove myself makes me distrust them."Anne was set to hate her new school and her new dorky roommate, but to her surprise, both aren't bad, and she finds herself really liking Isabella, despite her status as a scholarship student, and at the bottom of the popularity ladder. Almost right after they start bonding, Isabella is murdered, and nobody at the school seems to care about it. Anne has a very ingrained sense of justice (her father is a lawyer, after all) and she is infuriated and frustrated by the fact that nobody seems to care. Anne sees the injustice in the matter,she sees the hypocrisy in the case, and she's determined to do something about it. "I should be worried about myself and my future, but I can’t stop thinking about Isabella, and how if she were the daughter of a politician or the attorney general, the police would probably have found her killer by now.It's not only that people don't care about a lowly girl, what's worse is that people seem to be hiding clues to conceal the truth about her case. Anne is determined to uncover the truth, despite all the people who seem to stand in her way...and there are no shortages of suspects. There are a number of blocks in the way, there are powerful people in play, and people also question Anne's credibility. Let's be honest, would you trust a girl who's been kicked out of school for arson? Anne has a lot of obstacles to work through, and she handles them all with grace. "I wait until I’m out of the administration building to give in to a few tears. Obviously I can’t go to class now, and I don’t want to go back to my room. I could go to the police, but what would I say?Hey, I have absolutely no evidence, and they didn’t take anything, but someone was in my room.Anne is not TSTL.She investigates the case, but she never intentionally puts herself in so much danger that I find myself face-palming and cringing due to her stupidity; she is intelligent, and it shows through every step of the way. Her investigation progresses in a rational manner, and while some of her observations are a little...questionable (just because someone looks creepy doesn't automatically make them a suspect, my dear), I highly enjoyed reading about her sleuthing as she works the case. I can't believe I'm saying this, butI really enjoyed the way romance was handled in this book.There is attraction between Anne and a few characters in the book, but it never overshadows the big picture. Anne has her priorities and her head straight. There is attraction, there is no insta-love, as there should be. Romance is handled in a realistic way within the book; the characters take relationships not too seriously, as rational teenagers should do, and I liked them all the more for it. There is a love triangle, but it is done so well, that again, I have no complaints at all. I found the guys to be clichéd, but they are so well-written and likeable that I don't dislike them at all. I actually prefer one over the other and was rooting for him throughout the book! The students are a diverse lot, there are a few students who are not white; I do wish there were more, but you can't have everything. I honestly cannot find much to criticize about this book, and you know I love to complain. Highly recommended, one of the best YA books I have read this year. ...more |
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| “Sweet,” I said, astounded at my acting skills. I should’ve gone to Hollywood when I had the chance, but when that old man offered to take me that “Sweet,” I said, astounded at my acting skills. I should’ve gone to Hollywood when I had the chance, but when that old man offered to take me that one time at an abandoned gas station in the middle of nowhere, I wasn’t sure I could trust him. Mostly because he had rope, duct tape, and lots of condoms in his backseat. Still, I’ll never know what could have come of it. How far I could have risen.There are two types of people in the world. Those who hate Charley Davidson, and those who will love her no matter what. I'm in the latter camp. So take my 4 star with a grain of salt. If you didn't love Charley, you're going to hate this book. If you loved Charley, come on over. There's a lovely little circle of us around a Satanic bonfire, and we have marshmallows, pointy sticks, and Hershey's, because the only time Hershey's chocolate is worth eating is when it's in a S'more. You're free to use the sticks however you so choose. But I digress. It's like a parent with their fantastically stupid child who they think is the most smartest wittle Einstein in the whole fucking world. Said parents will coo at that idiotic child and say "Ooh, isn't my darwing wittle pooh bear so adowable?! Isn't she?! Isn't she?!" as the idiotic brat is cramming a small Lego up her fucking nose while you're standing by looking on nodding and thinking"One day, my child, you will be blessedly removed from our fucking gene pool. Wait for it." With Charley Davidson,I'm kind of like that parent.No matter what kind of idiocy comes out of her mouth, no matter how stupid she is, no matter how inappropriately snarky she is, I will still think Charley Davidson is the shit. If she bit off a wee little bunny's head in front of me and then bared her teeth in a bloody grin, I'd stare in shock for a moment, and then stammer out "Well...maybe that bunny was asking for it," and I'm neither a fan of victim blaming nor a bunny hater. Quite the opposite. I loved this book because I love Charley, but I have to admit that it's one of the weaker ones in the series. The Plot:It goes all over the damn place. If you want a straight, linear plot, you're not going to find it here. If you haven't read Charley before, don't even think about touching this book because you're not gonna understand a single fucking thing. It'll be like an insider's joke where everyone is laughing at you (not with you). Charley is a private investigator, albeit a paranormal one. In this book, she's... - Gotan anonymous naked ghost in her car.It's a little hard not to look at his penis because hello, the dude's naked (and old. Not cool.) The poor guy needed to be done with whatever it was he’d left unfinished. I couldn’t have him running around naked forever. It just seemed wrong.-Got a dead Chinese man in her bedroom,and although that wouldn't ordinarily be a problem (I dated a few Chinese guys myself), this one is dead, he's been in her room for as long as she's been there, and now...there's just somethingoffabout him. - Gota client who's sold his soul to the Devil.Literally. - Probably going to have said Devil as afather-in-lawone day, considering her lover and "night-fiancé" Reyes is the son of the devil. Or the spawn of his flesh. More the latter, really. Who knew the Devil didn't like traditional procreation?! - Had somerandom ass guys show up in her bedroom in the middle of the nightand they're not surprise strippers - Found out that her manmay or may not have a sibling.Oh, hell! - Trying to deal with an evilstepmotherand a dad who's dealing with cancer slash midlife crisis. What else would you call running away to sail off into the Atlantic. With cancer (ok, fine, in remission). Clearly crazy runs in the family. - Lost roughly $17 million in a card game. Fine, more like $1.7K. It's just a few zeroes off. - She's trying to hook up her best friend and her uncle, both of whom are making googly eyes at each other, and both are too shy to make a move. - Trying to prevent a couple of teenagers from doing the Romeo and Juliet thing. So you can see why this book isn't for everyone.I have to admit, I have the attention span of a peanut. Sometimes a book delivers a million storylines, and I absolutely hate it. Sometimes a book like this happens, and I love it,because I love the character, because I find the situations interesting.Your mileage may vary. Charley: “I tend to forget how beautifully your plans work when each and every one goes awry, including the one that left you stranded on a deserted bridge with a man who had every intention of burning you alive.”Ok, so Charley kind of has a bit of a hero complex. And I mean "a bit" in the sense that running headfirst into a metal pole is "a bit" painful. She's snarky, she's irreverant, sure. She's also got this overwhelming sense of stupidity that makes her want to rescue every stray soul out there in need of help. Whether it's matchmaking her best friend/receptionist to her uncle, or saving an errant soul from eternal nudity, to playing card games with a demon...she'll do anything necessary. My heart broke all too often. Even when people passed through me who’d gotten past their hardships, their heart-wrenching pain, and had lived long, full lives, seeing that part of them still cut me to pieces. So, maybe all this time I’d been hanging with Mr. Wong, I was really putting off the inevitable, the truth, not for his benefit, but for my own.Charley is often too sympathetic (and often empathetic) for her own good. And she's often got a sense of humor that's hilarious to those who love her...but can seem overly forced to those who don't. I dialed her number. Got her voice mail. Waited for the beep. Then I did my best creepy kidnapper voice. “This is a ransom demand,” I said, my voice raspy. Kidnapper-y. “Deliver one hundred boxes of Cheez-Its to the unmarked—ignore the license plate—cherry red Jeep Wrangler sitting in your parking lot by noon today, or you will suffer the consequences.” I paused to cough. Raspy was hard on the esophagus. “They will be dire.”The Romance: “I’m not stupid,” I said, growing tired of his questioning everything I did. “I do use common sense.”I don't like asshole alpha males, and one could argue that the Son of the Devil, Reyes Farrow, is an asshole alpha male, butin this book, he is entirely tamed.He wears an apron, he works as a waiter, he adores Charley despite her obvious idiocy. This wolf is now a puppy. A really hot puppy, but a puppy, nevertheless, and it's often frustrating to me that Charley leaves him hanging... “When are you going to answer him?” Cookie asked, drawing my attention.I can't even blame little 12-year old Amber for her crush. A hopeless sigh slid through Cookie’s lips as she finally looked at him. “You’ve set the bar too high now. No one will live up to—” She gestured to all of him. “—all of that. You’ve ruined my daughter.”...more |
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| My anxiety faded. I took a deep breath and met the gazes of all those watching me in the room. Who was I to do this? My anxiety faded. I took a deep breath and met the gazes of all those watching me in the room. Who was I to do this?Actual rating: 3.5 Here's my very controversial take on this book:I wish Sydrian never happened.What can I say, I loved the sexual tension and the chemistry of Sydney and Adrian as they battled for and against their feelings for each other more than I love their actual romance. Please don't take my rating and my statement to mean that I did not like this book. I really did. Richelle Mead's writing has always been exceptional (with the exception of one glaring instance that rhymes with Lameboard of the Gods, which we shall never mention again), the characters---all of them, not merely the side characters, are multi-dimensional and well-portrayed. Technically, it was a very, very good book, butI do wish that Sydney and Adrian were still embroiled in the midst of their complex mating dance, rather than together as a couple. I have been anticipating this book for a long time, I have absolutely adored this series, and Sydney and Adrian have grown on me more than I ever would have known. I mean it, I loved both characters. Individually. As a pair, as a lovey-dovey couple constantly sneaking off for groping/make out sessions, planning sweet gifts for one another, having clandestine eye-contact in the middle of important meetings, sending cute texts to each other on their "love phone?" Not so much. What I loved about this series overall was the characters of Sydney and Adrian, and watching them evolve into better people, thanks to one another. Sydney and Adrian were so instrumental in each others' growth, and as happy as I am to see them achieve happiness as a couple, I can't help feel that their overwhelming romance took place at the expense of the plot.Frankly, their love got on my nerves. I never expected to like either Sydney or Adrian as much as I did coming into this series. Both characters were initially hard to love; we only saw glimpses of a very standoffish, cold, and deeply distrustful young Sydney inVampire Academy.She was a stark contrast to the energetic, fiery Rose, and her narration was starkly jarring to me in the beginning of the Bloodlines series. Sydney grew on me as much as a character in a book ever could. I grew to understand her and admire her as she has grown into herself, as she has worked exceedingly hard to change the very core of the rational Alchemist that she is. We saw Sydney overcome her distrust of the Moroi, her fear of magic, her skepticism of Adrian, her obsessiveness with perfection, her insecurities, her body issues. It feels as if Sydney is fully matured in this book, she has changed so much, and I like her as she is, but she seems somewhat less compelling of a character in this book. I liked her with a little more mental insecurity, more issues within her head, not so perfect. Does that make me a bad person? Without a doubt, Adrian is my favorite character in this book, and I loved the way this book was structured, becausefor the first time, we get to hear Adrian's narration.Adrian's mental and physical change was such a joy to read. I hate bad boys. Fuck rakes. Fuck jerks, assholes, douchebag romance tropes. Fuck all the Jericho Fuckin' Barrons of the world. But there is nothing so attractive as a reformed rake, and Adrian's transformation was as good as they came. In this book, we got to see even further how much he struggles, we see his mental instability as he deals with his overwhelming spirit use, his conflict as he tries to be someone worthy of being loved, of being a good boyfriend to Sydney, and a person who is in control of his own life. And I gave myself a pat on the back because I was able to diagnose Adrian's mental illness before the book did. Thanks,DSM-V.I'm by no means an expert on mental disorders, but I felt Richelle Mead painted bipolar disorder in a realistic, convincing way within this book. The extreme highs. The despairing lows. The constant swings in between. The mental instability. The feeling that you are never good enough. The phases of mania descending into a stupor. It was commendably well done. With that said, this book wastoo much Sydrian.The plot was just not there. The majority of the book dealt with Sydney and Adrian's clandestine love, their illicit meetings, their struggle to disguise their actual feelings for one another during their meetings with others.There was an underlying plot, several minor ones, in fact, and they were very well done. In fact, I wish for more of it, including more of Adrian's involvement in using Spirit to cure the Strigoi. But no, the plot just got overwhelmed by the gooey pile of mushiness that is Sydney and Adrian. Overall, this is a very good book, but I found it a disappointment compared to the previous books. But then again, this is Richelle Mead, and I have to confess, I expect very great things from my favorite authors. She still remains one of my favorite authors, but I just want more plot and less knocking of boots, however attractive those boots are, Adrian. ...more |
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