Sara is a 16 year old artist, because of circumstances in her past that she has suppressed, has lost"Actually Sara was several human beings at once."
Sara is a 16 year old artist, because of circumstances in her past that she has suppressed, has lost the ability and the will to draw or create anything. Meanwhile, she stops going to school and wanders the streets of Philadelphia where she meets her 10 year old self, 23 year old self and 40 year old self.
Now before you assume this a result of some sort of schizophrenic break (like I did), the rest of the people in her family see all these of Saras as well. So not a mental disorder.
It's a unique premise, and in a book that was all about the fact that 'there are no original ideas', it really missed an opportunity to be original. The 'how' of the appearance of the Saras was never explained, which is something I really wanted to know. The 'why' of their appearance was barely explored and unsatisfying. Each one of the Saras could have been fleshed out and given a deeper meaning for showing up in her life, but they were each basically boring.
This could have been a really interesting book and it fell short. ...more
I decided to get this book as a part of Kindle Unlimited. To be fair,This is one of the worst books I've ever read.
I'm not kidding.
I decided to get this book as a part of Kindle Unlimited. To be fair, this is not my normal read, but it was one of the most popular downloads, I checked it's ratings on goodreads, it had a shit ton of ratings averaging 4.25 and I've read a lot of wonderful books classified as YA, so I said to myself "What the hell." But soon I was asking myself "What the hell??"
Here, enjoy a nugget of shittasitic prose....
“At least one thing is certain: Chris and I are inextricably connected. Do I have factual reasons to know this? Proof? Assurances? No None. Some people believe in God; I believe in Chris.”
'I believe in Chris." ????? WTF?
I also began to wonder about the title, Left Drowning. That maybe it was in reference to all the bodily fluid byproduct from all the masturbation and sex Blythe and Chris engaged in during the course of this book. How innocent bystanders may have been harmed by the shear volume.
Oh the humanity.
Nothing, not one word written in this book was sexy and/or hot. I cannot stress this enough. Sure, there were cocks, and pussies (not the cute feline kind), asses and cocks and clits...oh my! All of it was gross.
“We run through the remnants of our pain, and more importantly, we run for our present and for our future. Together we kick heartbreak's ass.”
What I worry about most is how many people loved this book and found it profound in some way and rated it five stars. Normally, it do not judge people by the books they enjoy, but good god people, this is not great literature.
“Hi Catlin, this is Stephanie. I just read the second book in the WWW. Series“Catlin” tap tap tap “Catlin Decter?”
“Is this Catlin Decter?”
“Hi Catlin, this is Stephanie. I just read the second book in the WWW. Series and I had to see if I could make contact with you trough your implant under your left eye that enables you to see the real world and the web. I hoped I could work my way in and, what do you know, I did it. May I ask you a few questions?”
“I liked the concept of this book, the series is unique and, overall, I enjoyed the book but there was one thing that bugged the hell out of me, and that was the ridiculous overuse of the word ‘yes’. Seriously, at some point I doubted was even reading a science fiction book and thought I’d stumbled onto some weird erotica with all the ‘yes, yes, YESes’ going on. I couldn’t really follow the story after a while because every time I heard the word ‘yes’ I felt a rage boiling inside me.”
“I know the author is Canadian and the book was set in Toronto. Is the use of the word ‘yes’ as question common in place of “what?” “Pardon me?” “Excuse me?”
“Yes, at least I think so.”
“Oh that’s right, you are supposed to be an American, from Austin Texas. Is that right?”
“But if you are a Texan wouldn't you use “Ma’am?” “Sir?” “I beg your pardon?” and stuff like that?”
“Well, yes…..yes that would make sense.”
“Stop it Catlin.”
“Stop what Stephanie?”
“Stop with all the god damn yeses!! I have a self destruct code that I can send to your implant at anytime. Try saying yes one more time!! Go on.”
“Uh…..no I don't think so.”
4 stars for the story, one point knocked off for the ‘yeses’ that drove me insane. ...more
“Some things you just can't explain. You don't even try. You don't know where to start. All your sentences would jumble up like a giant knot if you op“Some things you just can't explain. You don't even try. You don't know where to start. All your sentences would jumble up like a giant knot if you opened your mouth. Any words you used would come out wrong.”
This is exactly how I feel as I sit here trying to come up with the words to explain this book and how it made me feel. I’m going to give it my best.
Kids can be cruel. Kids can be surprisingly empathetic. That’s a part of what this book is about.
Auggie Pullman was born with a one in a million(s) facial defect. The kind of defect that startles the unsuspecting, the kind of defect that will stop a person dead in their tracks, and at 10 years of age Auggie decides to go to a real school.
It was called Junior High in my day and that started in the 7th grade. Today it’s called Middle school and it starts in the 5th grade. According to my dusty memory, this time in a kid’s life can suck even if you have a normal face, so for Auggie this year has the potential to be much worse.
When he was born he was not expected to live, but he did. Through the years of his young life he had many surgeries to make his face functional. He was home schooled until fifth grade when he and his family decided it was time to go to a real school. As you would expect, he had a hard time winning friends…..kids are shallow. But the friends he won early on were keepers, because they went against the stream when they became his friend.
The year had many tough moments for Auggie and many great ones. Told by six different voices, telling the story of the year and of Auggie’s life, from each of their perspectives, and it was done brilliantly. It could have become confused and messy very easily, but it was spot on. This book is a little, sparkly, gem.
“The best way to measure how much you've grown isn't by inches or the number of laps you can now run around the track, or even your grade point average-- though those things are important, to be sure. It's what you've done with your time, how you've chosen to spend your days, and whom you've touched this year. That, to me, is the greatest measure of success.” ...more