in the second installment of just you taylor and her boyfriend try to make their long-distance relationship work. things get a bit complicated when nein the second installment of just you taylor and her boyfriend try to make their long-distance relationship work. things get a bit complicated when new friends enter the scene and a boy who sparks her interest.
though i skimmed through the book, i was suprised at how different it is compared to the first one. i did expect the female lead to overcome hurdles, but not the kind where she is in an unhealthy relationship with a guy who continously demeans and instigates feelings of shame in her. i was shocked to tell the truth. but even (view spoiler)[ after cutting free of this abusive relationship, -- because she finally realizes it's not healthy for her and also makes her a bad role model for her younger siblings, she cares what happens to the abuser (hide spoiler)]. ...that is not to say that it's all drama with no moments of relief. it has its ups and downs, with an open ending that left me somewhat satisfied and i think the author realistically depicted various issues and situations (from what i've read/skimmed).
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i really wanted to like this. but the story was just so over the top and cringe-worthy in its corny dialogue and the flashbacks to the past where bothi really wanted to like this. but the story was just so over the top and cringe-worthy in its corny dialogue and the flashbacks to the past where both main leads met each other the first time and continue saving each other ... too much forced symbolism and 'oh-we-are-fated-for-each-other' 'thou-art-my-soulmate'. honestly it was all eye roll inducing pretty much from start to finish and i cannot believe this is the same author who wrote the much subtler 'flat-out love'!
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name: mary shelley black character: mary shelley black goggles mary's bluntness mary's love for science stephen's anagrams spirit photography i4.5/5
☺ name: mary shelley black ☺ character: mary shelley black ☺ goggles ☺ mary's bluntness ☺ mary's love for science ☺ stephen's anagrams ☺ spirit photography ☺ illustrated book (*swoon*) ☺ creep factor (including the beak mask) ☻ julius, not enough of a fleshed out character ☻ ending :'( ☻ stephen's (view spoiler)[disdain for his brother, cause i kind of pitied him and how his family treated him as if he were exactly like his father .. well, it just seemed as if they didn't really give him a chance that's all: "his father was a drunk who treated my mother terribly before she left him. and violent, thieving drunks often breed violent, thieving children." (hide spoiler)] [ click ] ["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more
you know god? he can be a real piece of work sometimes with a lot of mood swings.
or to borrow richard dawkins words: "is arguably the most unpleasantyou know god? he can be a real piece of work sometimes with a lot of mood swings.
or to borrow richard dawkins words: "is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully."
.. if he exists that is and not some figment of my imagination. praying is supposed to be this meaningful experience filling you with faith in the spirit's power and wisdom and whatnot. instead it makes one (well, me) feel stupid, as if i am talking to myself in a conversation that is supposed to be two-sided. i can constantly hear from relatives and family members that it can make you happy and give you strength and so on and so forth. the great thing about belief and faith is that it can take shape in different ways. if i wanted to i could choose to believe in the magical power of chocolate chip cookies and that they bring together people with their chocolate-y awesomeness. maybe big brother is watching. maybe not. while i may not like being forced to pray with my family every day and dedicate sunday mornings to going to church, it cannot be denied that for better or worse it is part of me and my life.
as a consequence i like reading novels that reflect these topics through thoughtful, critical or original lenses and authors who write these stories without coming off as pretentious. like whitcomb's previous work, this too, deals with death, faith and the afterlife. but in a non preachy and accessible way. i always come back for more.
whitcomb has a way with words, it trickles into you, lulls you in with its dreamlike sequences and quiet, unassuming writing. there is something to be said about authors who seemingly write without knowing what a thing of beauty they have created, but making it seem so effortless.
"under the light" is a companion novel to "a certain slant of light". in a certain slant of light two spirits who were stuck between the netherworld and the living world and per chance come to inhabit two teenagers bodies and their respective problems. under the light continues right where the acsol left of. utl is split into three parts. part 1 is told from jenny's pov, part 2 from helen's and the last part switches back and forth between the both of them. jenny is in a place where she tries to separate fantasy or perhaps dreams from reality. she has lost about a week worth of memories about things that supposedly happened and people tell her she has said stuff that were totally out of character. instead jenny remember magical occurences where she was a spirit without an actual body, meets another spirit she clicks with and they do fun stuff. like (view spoiler)[ move the stars. travel the world. glimpse into each others life. and fight (hide spoiler)]. but when jenny's spirit is placed back into her physical form she cries for the loss of something she doesn't quite remember anymore. the broken pieces of the past eventually come back, one by one to slowly, but surely fall into place. she tries to reconnect with her mother and reconstruct her past history with billy. as a reader of course, particularly those who have read a certain slant of light it comes as no surprise that (view spoiler)[ billy is the other spirit who she connected with (hide spoiler)], but is all the more beautiful to watch as we get to experience their journey towards coming to terms about what happened and finding a way to move on with life and stick up for yourself and your beliefs.
whitcomb successfully captured the universally familiar feeling of dread of not being understood and highlights what a world of difference it makes when you find someone who makes the effort of doing so. some readers may find it too slow moving, which is probably true, because under the light is not a plot driven but a character driven novel. (view spoiler)[ in fact .. the only bad thing i can say about it is that i hate the cover. yep. i really, really do! (hide spoiler)]
note: plot was mediocre, narrative voice smooth and all. the book itself was too short in order for me to get attached to any of the characters i2.25/5
note: plot was mediocre, narrative voice smooth and all. the book itself was too short in order for me to get attached to any of the characters including the main lead. the love interest was meh, but as mentioned before, i suppose it is due to the book being more a ... novella instead of a full fledged novel. the paranormal aspect was interesting while straddling the fine line between incredulous and interesting. i've read stranger things than that of a teen girl seeing future/past visions through asthma attacks. lisa mcmann's wake trilogy being the exemplary case of paranormal done right (well, except for her last book "gone" which sadly sucked).
19th century: iris, a plantation owner's wife is sent away to an asylum to "cure" her of her madness. as soon as she's there, she already plans h3.5/5
19th century: iris, a plantation owner's wife is sent away to an asylum to "cure" her of her madness. as soon as she's there, she already plans her escape. she meets a boy who becomes a friend. a man who becomes the object of her affections. a docter who is obsessed.
a terrific premise if you ask me. but a premise that did not quite live up to its potential. memorable nonetheless. just not a book you would ever think to read again. ever.
the book's narrative is split into several different views: that of iris, ambrose, dr. cowell, the doctor's son wendell and occasionally some other minor characters.
the issue i had with blue asylum is that the reader is always, always kept at arm's length from completely connecting with any of the characters. although i was moved at a few scenes (alright, dammit! emotionally drained!), the author's writing lacked in ... arggh, i do not even want to go there, so the short version: it was too detached, too dry, too everything, even though a great many things happened and most of them tragic.
now, on reflecton, it reminded me a bit of the orchardist, the lost garden and atonement. all of them brutally ugly stories as only life itself could have written them (minus the moments of relief. there are zero in them).
fair warning: ambrose will destroy you with his war-stories and ptsd hallucinations!
this must be some kind of art, as i do not understand how so many horrible things can happen to the characters and all i felt after finishing this book is relief, resignation and a quiet sadness. (view spoiler)[ and i really wanted to mention in this spoiler-tag how ridiculous i found the part of the wendell boy who masturbates constantly (constantly! in every of his pov's *weary*) --that is until he loses his hand and he rejoices in that fact, and praises it a fricking miracle) (hide spoiler)]
the slut shaming always makes me angry. and there is some of that going on (girls > girls, boys > girls):
i watch people a lot. normally it
the slut shaming always makes me angry. and there is some of that going on (girls > girls, boys > girls):
i watch people a lot. normally it’s not an issue because no one really looks at me, and if they do, i'm pretty adept at looking away fast. very fast. but damn if that girl wasn’t faster. i know she’s new here. if not, she’s made some drastic, unfortunate transformation over the summer, because i'm more than aware of most of the people on this campus, and even if i wasn't, i'd remember the girl who comes to school looking like an undead whore.
i felt manipulated by the author a lot of times, because i thought the book was overly dramatic and i had a lump in my throat. it was (melo)dramatic in a very 'hollywood' way (view spoiler)[ (ugh and i hated that 'sunshine' nickname) (hide spoiler)], but sometimes frighteningly spot-on honest and real and gritty too with some awesomely beautiful moments.
had i read this a couple of years back, i know it would have easily made it into my 4 or 5 stars book shelf. and i'm curious as to what the author's next book is, because this book caught me totally off guard in a good way and for all the complaints i had, i am still glad i read it. true story.
i know at that moment what he’s given me and it's not a chair. it’s an invitation, a welcome, the knowledge that i am accepted here. he hasn’t given me a place to sit. he's given me a place to belong.
i haven't started counting yet. i wonder if it's just me or if it's like that for everybody; that every time someone dies you start counting how much time has passed since they've been gone. first you count it in minutes, then in hours. you count in days, then weeks, then months. then one day you realize that you aren’t counting anymore, and you don't even know when you stopped. that’s the moment they’re gone.