Not a fantastically deep novel, but neither was it entirely lacking in thought. It was about dogs and family as much as it was about Hope finding a maNot a fantastically deep novel, but neither was it entirely lacking in thought. It was about dogs and family as much as it was about Hope finding a man, which I really appreciated, since there is more to life than men. I did not appreciate the wonky sentence structures. I get that the author was trying to go for a style that was more reflective of thought or speech patterns than proper writing, but I just got tired of the comma splices and the half-finished sentences that change in the middle. Not that I was irritated enough to drop my rating much (it went from maybe, oh, 3.25 stars to 2.8 stars) or stop reading. Just that when I read books, I want sentences. If I want a conversational style, I'll go have a conversation. Still, other than the style, this was exactly what I wanted when some random 24-hour flu attacked me this weekend. No regrets, but also not going to revisit this one in the future....more
The first time I read this, I was probably in 5th or 6th grade. I appreciated, then, seeing the mindset that led abused women to allow such horrific tThe first time I read this, I was probably in 5th or 6th grade. I appreciated, then, seeing the mindset that led abused women to allow such horrific treatment to continue. Now, however, seeing Lisa's reactions to Alex made me actually kind of confused. He's all, "I love you!" on day 3, and I'm all, "You're so full of shit!" but Lisa's all, "I glowed with happiness, because I loved him, too." Gag. Perhaps my cynical responses were because I remembered how the book ended. I just couldn't understand why she never fought back. If some guy slapped me across the mouth, I'd hit him back. And I wouldn't take any of this, "You made me hit you" bull. I didn't take control of your brain and send the electrical impulse to your arm. You did that. If you say you lost control, then that's a flaw in your character, not mine. Rahr.
Not that I'm judging Lisa. I don't actually know what I'd do if a boyfriend hit me. It has, thank goodness, never happened to me, and what I think I'll do and what I actually do in stressful situations don't always match up. The point is that I appreciate this a lot less than I did 15 years ago. Definitely not one of those books that crosses into adulthood well....more
I read this one once years ago (as in, "back in high school," years ago), and didn't get rid of the book, because I kept all books no matter what. I hI read this one once years ago (as in, "back in high school," years ago), and didn't get rid of the book, because I kept all books no matter what. I had decided to read or reread everything I owned before deciding whether to keep or sell it, but I don't have time for that. Most books will still get one last read, since I still have lots of books from my childhood, but Firestarter is 400 pages of let's-stay-out-of-the-government's-grasp. I don't remember this one well, but I recall (unless I'm wrong, which happens) that it's more of a thriller/suspense novel than anything else. Thriller/suspense novels aren't really my cup of tea. I read them to keep my horizons broad(-ish), but I don't enjoy them enough to seek them out or reread them. Therefore, I will not be rereading this one. I apologize for this review's entire lack of helpfulness for those of you who are trying to decide whether or not to read this one in the first place....more
I had a hard time starting this one, which is a little odd, since I've read this one before and that usually makes it easier to get through. Not thisI had a hard time starting this one, which is a little odd, since I've read this one before and that usually makes it easier to get through. Not this time. I just disliked the main character so much at the start of the book that I almost didn't finish. But Helen becomes a more mature character as the novel progresses, making her much less detestable and I made it through. It's hard to know how to rate this because people can't improve if they don't start out badly, but I have a hard time with people who make fun of, well, me. Helen stops making snide remarks about people like me (those not on the cutting edge of fashion, for example) as the book progresses, but I get the sense that it had more to do with being too busy to belittle others and not all that much to do with realizing that belittling others is petty and pointless. So… two stars....more
So this was probably one of my first sci-fi books, which is perhaps why I still like it. I was ready to be too old for it and add it to the sale box,So this was probably one of my first sci-fi books, which is perhaps why I still like it. I was ready to be too old for it and add it to the sale box, but find that maybe I still like it enough to keep. I blame this on having read and enjoyed it as a kid. We always like things better when we enjoyed them as children first.
One thing that frustrates me, though, is that I never had a moment like Puck, where I realized that Job X was the coolest job ever and that's what I want to be when I grow up, no question. I did the usual childhood waffle (Author! No, astronaut!! No, librarian!!! No, musician!!!! No, president!!!!! No, owner of a private island!!!!!! No, veterinarian!!!!!!!), but that's as far as I ever got. I'm still kind of in the midst of that waffle (though I've at least eliminated astro-naught (ha!) and politician from the list), and find myself getting no closer to an answer. Woe. But I fear I've lost you, random review-reader. My point is that seeing someone else have this moment of clarity makes me feel frustrated at my lack of clarity. And perhaps a wee bit jealous. But mostly frustrated. Pretty much a personal issue that has nothing to do with the book's plot, characters, or writing.
Conclusion: Engaging enough that I'm not ready to sell it off just yet, though goodness knows I could use the space and the cash. But perhaps not appropriate for the average adult reader. Unless you need a break from all that depressing grown-up cra– I mean, driv– I mean, um… stuff....more