i have to say i'm unexpectedly surprised by this book. i was browsing through other people's bookshelves looking for a new adult book and instead goti have to say i'm unexpectedly surprised by this book. i was browsing through other people's bookshelves looking for a new adult book and instead got a story that's set in post-apocalyptic america with a sympathetic feminist female lead struggling to own her sexuality in a world that's taken steps backward and suppression of the 'weaker' sex is the norm. legalisation of sexual slavery and rape.
“Most girls prefer flowers over trees.” I brush my fingers on the petals. “These flowers blossom quickly. They speak of passion, of beauty.”
I take a withering flower that has dropped to the ground and fondle it between my fingers.
“But flowers don’t last. They wither easily and have limited growth. A tree speaks not of passion, but sturdiness. Yet, it grows higher and lasts longer. Some of these trees were here before I was born, and they’ll be here once I’m gone.”
My head falls back as I look at the highest tree.
“Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower.” I sigh loudly. “That’s the kind of love my parents had. It wasn’t as consuming as it was everlasting. And you see that tree over there?” I point toward a cluster of trees across from us. “Now it’s showing only green leaves, but in spring it’s covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are, they can also speak of beauty and passion.”...more
notes: enjoyed the book (not as much as blackshear family #1), though i wish the book had situations where instead of the male lead being the on2.75/5
notes: enjoyed the book (not as much as blackshear family #1), though i wish the book had situations where instead of the male lead being the one to propose the marriage it was the other way round (*gasp* yes! the female protagonist proposing marriage!) her bringing HIM flowers. as it stands, grant's novels are pretty much at the top of what historical romance has to offer.
in this particular case the main leads have known each other for years. and the love and particularly respect they develop for one another gradually builds over time.
i have to add that these romance covers are really embarrassing. glad we have e-readers today and there's still the good ol' reliable brown paperbag!
random quotes: "why, every girl's mother is culpable, if she does not speak openly with her daughter on the subject of pleasure and passion. a girl taken by surprise, as you were tonight, could easily fall into disaster." [arc, 51%]
"i wish there were other ways to find a husband besides these balls and gatherings where everyone is evaluating each other with thoughts of marriage already present. if i could come to know a man as a friend, first, without worrying over whether he was a good dancer, or whether i'd chosen the gown that best became me --if we could learn the turn of one another's minds; speak without any calculation of whether an opinion might diminish one's appeal to the other, if i could come to admire his good qualities, and he mine, without any thought of possession, then love, if it did come, would have the most solid foundation on which to rest." [arc, 60%]
e-arc has been kindly provided by the publisher through netgalley ...more
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the female lead jeane is all about being your own person and not succumbing to peer pressure. michael, the male lead (view spoiler)[bonus: he's half asian (hide spoiler)] on the other hand is what everyone wants him to be. adorkable alternates between two povs: jeane (view spoiler)[the tavi-lola hybrid (hide spoiler)] and the school's jock michael lee, as their slap-slap-kiss relationship changes to something more.
the best part is probably the healthy pro-sex & body image messages it sends out to teen girls and how really it is okay too, because girls have "wants and needs and desires". jeane is comfortable in her own skin and embraces all her flaws. can't say that either character completely won me over, but anyway -- here's an extract from michael's pov:
(view spoiler)[i hadn’t had performance anxiety either, although i’d been worried that once jeane was naked i wouldn’t fancy her. she was kind of chubby but a bit flat-chested out of her clothes, and that shouldn’t have been sexy, but it was. maybe it was because jeane’s clothes were so hideous that looking at her naked was the better option.
or it might have been because jeane was comfortable with her own body. not once did she moan about her thighs or her pot belly or about how fat she supposedly was like every other girl i knew, even the really skinny ones because they wanted you to say, ‘oh, fat? i think what you meant to say is that you’re really fit.’ that wasn’t jeane’s style and anyway her skin was soft and smooth and i liked that she had proper muscles in her arms and legs. sometimes when i’m with a girl, even just hugging a girl, they can feel so fragile and frail that i’m frightened of breaking them.
shitlisted probably one of the WORST books i've read in awhile.
abby is whining all the time and she's this rare snowflake who meets the infamous bad shitlisted probably one of the WORST books i've read in awhile.
abby is whining all the time and she's this rare snowflake who meets the infamous bad boy in college. travis "mad dog" maddox and abby are a DISASTER waiting to happen. travis regularly participates in illegal underground fights (ala fight club) has never, not once lost one.
they meet. they fall in "love". throw in some drama. THE END.
it was disturbing how those kids always drank alcohol to ease their uncomfortableness. and that's putting it lightly. i usually don't have a problem in terms of credibility when they do drugs (it's only alcohol here, but still) but this was just laughable. travis really has control (and mamma issues).
many problems where just glossed over, like when travis told abby that he's good at fighting because his older brothers always beat the shit out of him and the next scene is about how abby and travis visit his father and brothers and it's like watching a scene from 7th HEAVEN. love peace and harmony. WTF?
typically clichè and stereotypical elements were used, how the bad boy always sleeps around. then there's the getting angry and beating the crap of every guy who even tries to speak or look at abby. and don't forget the manipulative ways he tries on her to get her to stay ... one thing i can say for sure: travis is the (very wimpy) dark knight in blood-dripping (and stinky) armor to abby's pathetic damsel in distress.
this is a scene where she's dumped him and then goes to his apartment because of her BFF america, who forgot her "makeup bag" or something and wanted to get it, so she begged abby to come w/ her:
I looked down at my watch again, and then jumped when the front door burst open behind me. Travis stumbled in, his arms wrapped around Megan, who was giggling against his mouth. A box in her hand caught my eye, and I felt sick when I realized what it was: condoms. Her other hand was on the back of his neck, and I couldn’t tell whose arms were tangled around who. Travis did a double take when he saw me standing alone in the middle of the living room, and when he froze, Megan looked up with a residual smile still on her face.
“Pigeon,” Travis said, stunned. (...) “What are you doing here?” he asked. The stench of whiskey blew in with the flurry of snowflakes, and my uncontrollable anger overcame any need to feign indifference.
“It’s good to see you’re feeling like your old self, Trav,” I said. The heat that radiated from my face burned my eyes and blurred my vision.
“We were just leaving,” America snarled, grabbing my hand as we slid passed Travis.
We flew down the steps toward her car, and I was thankful that it was just a few steps further, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. I almost fell backward when my coat snagged on something mid-step. America’s hand slipped from mine and she flipped around the same time I did.
Travis’ fist gripping my coat, and my ears caught fire, stinging in the cold night air. His lips and collar were a ridiculous shade of deep red.
“Where are you going?” he said, a half-drunk, half-confused look in his eyes.
“Home,” I snapped, straightening my coat when he released me.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry. If I’d know you were going to be here, I wouldn’t have come.”
He shoved his hands in his coat pockets. “You can come here anytime you want, Pidge. I never wanted you to stay away.”
I couldn’t manage the acidity in my voice. “I don’t want to interrupt.” I looked to the top of the stairs where Megan stood with a smug expression. “Enjoy your evening,” I said, turning away.
He grabbed my arm. “Wait. You’re mad?”
I yanked my coat from his grip. “You know…I don’t even know why I’m surprised.”
His eyebrows pulled in. “I can’t win with you. I can’t win with you! You say you’re done…I’m fucking miserable over here! I had to break my phone into a million pieces to keep from calling you every minute of the damn day—I’ve had to play it off like everything is just fine at school so you can be happy…and you’re fucking mad at me? You broke my fuckin’ heart!” His last words echoed into the night.
“Travis, you’re drunk. Let Abby go home,” Shepley said.
Travis grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to him. “Do you want me, or not? You can’t keep doing this to me, Pidge!”
“I didn’t come here to see you.” I said, glaring up at him.
“I don’t want her,” he said, staring at my lips. “I’m just so fucking unhappy, Pigeon.” His eyes glossed over and he leaned in, tilting his head to kiss me.
seriously - this is one of the WORST books i have yet read. i can't believe i read this....more
“It’s so screwed up, the standards,” Kelsey said abruptly, tossing a pillow toward the ground
quote (girls talking about sex)
“It’s so screwed up, the standards,” Kelsey said abruptly, tossing a pillow toward the ground. “You should like it, but you shouldn’t like it too much or talk about how much you like it. You should do it, but you shouldn’t do it with too many people or talk about how much you’re doing it. It’s like there are so many rules, but none of them make sense.”
film pairing: WHERE DO WE GO NOW?
Apparently inspired by Aristophanes' Lysistrata — which presents women as peace lovers and men as (sex-starved) war lovers — Where Do We Go Now? tells the story of female Lebanese villagers who take some unusual steps to prevent Muslim-Christian strife in their area. Those include hiring Ukrainian casino showgirls and serving hash-laced cookies. [ trailer ]...more
A whimsical and refreshingly honest coming of age story about the blossoming sexuality of a teenage girl, based ofilm pairing:
TURN ME ON, (GOD)DAMMIT!
A whimsical and refreshingly honest coming of age story about the blossoming sexuality of a teenage girl, based on the novel by Olaug Nilssen.
15-year-old Alma (Helene Bergsholm) is consumed by her out-of-control hormones and fantasies that range from sweetly romantic images of Artur, the boyfriend she yearns for, to down-and-dirty daydreams about practically everybody she lays eyes on. Alma and her best friend Sara live in an insufferably boring little town in the hinterlands of Norway called Skoddeheimen, a place they loathe so much that every time their school bus passes the sign that names it, they routinely flip it off. After Alma has a stimulating yet awkward encounter with Artur, she makes the mistake of telling her incredulous friends, who ostracize her at school, until Sara can’t even be seen with her. At home, Alma’s single mother is overwhelmed and embarrassed by her daughter’s extravagant phone sex bills and wears earplugs to muffle Alma’s round-the-clock acts of self-gratification. Throughout, the complexities of Alma’s burgeoning sexuality are compassionately rendered by Systad Jacobsen with a frankness that always rings true, as does first-time actress Helene Bergsholm’s funny and moving performance as Alma.
Laced with warmth and quirky humor, Turn Me On, Dammit! is a light-hearted take on a story that is told so often about boys and so rarely about teenage girls. [ click ] [ review ]...more