Badly written; with interchangeable characters, a recycled plot, and just enough self-importance to top it all off, the first few chapters had me rollBadly written; with interchangeable characters, a recycled plot, and just enough self-importance to top it all off, the first few chapters had me rolling my eyes hard enough to cause friction-burns on the inside of my skull.
In defense of this book, I only got about a third of the way through it. Maybe it gets better. I hope it gets better. I mean, someone gave this book the go-ahead and someone else bought enough copies to turn this convoluted, unoriginal, waste of good paper into a series of several books, so it can't possibly sustain the sheer stupidity of the first third of the novel. It just can't. It must get better. My faith in the overall intelligence of the book-reading world demands that a book this fricking terrible isn't turned into a series ... so the second half MUST improve somehow.
But I haven't got the patience to the correct attitude to finish reading this mess.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go read some Tanith Lee and some Terry Pratchett to wash the taste of horribleness out of my brain.
I really think this woman has no idea what she's talking about. She makes broad definitive statements that really don't make any sense when put up agaI really think this woman has no idea what she's talking about. She makes broad definitive statements that really don't make any sense when put up against actual science; like her theory that being a serial killer is genetic and people are either born bad or they aren't. There are several other examples but I'm too irritated to get into it.
She also flip-flops and back pedals to suit what ever point she is trying to make at the time. One example is when she states that it's a myth that serial killers are at all influenced by their childhoods and that being abused has nothing to do with it, and then she goes out of her way to point out that every serial killer she has ever met was abused as a child. She also has a shocking hypocritical streak. One small example (again, one of many) she that she is disgusted by killers keeping trophies, but then brags about always carrying a piece of John Wayne Gacy's brain with her whenever she travels.
This book is a mess. This doctor person seems to be it bit of a crackpot, and an entirely egotistical, pretentious crackpot at that.
Not recommended. In fact I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I read it at all. Awful, awful. ...more
Not my thing. I don't know why not, though. This book has many of the ideas and tropes which I find most attractive, interesting, and entertaining inNot my thing. I don't know why not, though. This book has many of the ideas and tropes which I find most attractive, interesting, and entertaining in my reading material. I just didn't like it. I couldn't even get all the way through it. Bitterly disappointed about this I was; it looked so promising.
Oh, awful. Awful. Poorly written, and with no real understanding of its audience. While the main characters were sixteen years old, and that is the agOh, awful. Awful. Poorly written, and with no real understanding of its audience. While the main characters were sixteen years old, and that is the age group to whom this YA book is marketed, it is condescending and shallow. It's one of those rare YA books that is written by an adult who forgets entirely what it is like to be that age. "Young" does not mean "stupid." I'm more than twice the average age of the intended reading audience, and I was insulted at the books tone in regards to teenagers.
Also, it reads like it was written not to be a book in and of itself, but rather inspiration for an animated movie. The author seems to want desperately for some low-level schmuck at DreamWorks or somesuch to pick up this book and be so taken with the idea that he signs over a huge amount of money for the rights.
Read my font: ain't goanna happen, Bub.
If you are looking for a fantasy/adventure/horror that is geared towards the YA shelves with out being condescending, shallow, frivolous, un-funny, ot trite, let me know and I will recommend a library full of them. ...more
Poorly written, predictable, wish-fulfillment trash romance novel trying to pass itself off as "chick lit."
The distinction is sometimes narrow, but thPoorly written, predictable, wish-fulfillment trash romance novel trying to pass itself off as "chick lit."
The distinction is sometimes narrow, but the differences ARE there between romance novels and chick-lit. Or, they should be. Not that I'm particularly a fan of either genre, I just think books shouldn't be marketed under false pretenses, so to speak. And, if those books marketed under false pretenses manage to be green lighted as such, I think they ought to be written with a minimum amount of evil maiming done to the English language.
I really don't recommend this book to anyone. I do think some people will like it, though. The book was published, so obviously there are people out there to read it. ...more
Okay, here's the thing: there is really no way I can write why this book is so awful without sounding bitter. You know how everyone says how only uglyOkay, here's the thing: there is really no way I can write why this book is so awful without sounding bitter. You know how everyone says how only ugly girls hate beauty pageants? Well, I've heard it said also that only fat girls hate this book. And I am fat. So there's that out of the way right out of the gate.
Oh! But not as fat as the main character of this novel. At least, not according to Jane Green, the lady who wrote this book. I couldn't possible be, given the descriptions given of the character. The main character is five feet and seven inches tall and two-hundred pounds. Which, of course, sounds just awful if you have no actual understanding of what two-hundred pounds actually is. In the real world, that sized woman would wear about a size 16 (American sizing) dress and could still shop in most regular department stores. In the book, however, a woman of that size has twelve chins, waddles when she walks, is too fat to sit in a chair, can't fit into cars.... et cetera. I am that height and heavier than two-hundred pounds. I however can sit in chairs, do not waddle, and, while I do have that second chin, I still have a neck and fail to look as though my face were melting into flabby chins.
So there's that.
Then there's the idea that Jemima (the main character) is not and never will be loved by anyone until she is thin. Because her body is the only thing that matters about her. And not only must she be thin, she must become very thin. This book is pro-anorexia and proud of it, if you can believe it. Her sense of humor, her personality… her real name, even… it all means nothing. All she is is her body. Which, as mentioned before, will not matter until the man of her dreams can play a tune, xylophone-style, on her ribs. Just for full-disclosure, as with the first point, I've never had trouble dating, really. Not when I was thin, or athletic, or chubby, or even now when I am (the ugliest word you can call a woman) FAT. While human bodies are important, I assure you that having friends, having boyfriends, having sex, having relationships, having dates, or whatever else depends a great deal more on who you are than it does on what you are.
So there's that.
I suppose I hate this book not just because of the terrible negative stereotypes it reinforces, or the ugly way that everyone in this book acts towards each other and them selves, but because it teaches, by example, that lying as suffering are the only way to get what you want and that "what you want" is shallow and materialistic. And that's sad. I also think this book is awful because all of that awfulness I wrote about up there is packaged in a pink and cheerful bow. This is supposed to be, and is written as, a humorous chick-lit wish-fulfillment fantasy. We're supposed to find Jemima gross in the beginning and then applaud her lies and her anorexia and her unhealthy ideas in the middle. When the man she ends up with is a jerk in the end, we are supposed to forgive him. I just don't understand.
I'm probably being overly sensitive and over reacting, but I think... no, I KNOW I would have hated this book even if I was skinny. It's mean spirited and shallow and wrong.
I might not have been so dissapointed, but I had enjoyed the other books in the series that I had read. I came acrosOh, man .... what a terrible book.
I might not have been so dissapointed, but I had enjoyed the other books in the series that I had read. I came across the third book in this series(North by Northanger Or The Shades of Pemberley A Mr. and Mrs. Darcy Mystery) first at a thrift store for a dollar and figured "why not?" After reading it, I liked it. It was very cute and fluffy and harmless. I said so in my review. So I looked for other books in the series and found them, but was still missing the first on. I finally found it at a Half Price Book store and was very please.
But it's not that good. I understand it's a first book ... but the author made some really, really unfortunate chices in plot, pacing and characterization. The worst was the end. It was ... terrible. I really just don't know what else to call it.
Not recommneded. If you like this sort of thing, skip this book and skip to others in the series. ...more
This is the most boring book ever written. It's worse than the tax code pamphlet or the second half of The Fairy Queen.
This is the longest book I've eThis is the most boring book ever written. It's worse than the tax code pamphlet or the second half of The Fairy Queen.
This is the longest book I've ever been made to read where nothing happens. Let me say that again: NOTHING HAPPENS. A sum-up? Why, I thought you'd never ask: a man is very religious, and then he maintains an appropriate level of religiousness, the end.
I understand that this is supposed to be a classic. I would argue that something is not a classic simply because it was written a long time ago. I also understand that this is, for some people, one of the gosh-darn bestest Christian books ever ever ever *squeal*. I would argue that those people have never read anything by C.S. Lewis and should be pointed in that direction as soon as humanly possible.
Ah, no: a sad, poorly written, unnecessary monologue in book form. Parochial and flip. This series went several books too far. Memnoch the Devil had aAh, no: a sad, poorly written, unnecessary monologue in book form. Parochial and flip. This series went several books too far. Memnoch the Devil had a great deal of promise, but fell flat in every way.
Tricky. Tricky tricky. I hated this book, but it was really very well written. Almost too well written, I suppose. It was self-indulgent and self-congTricky. Tricky tricky. I hated this book, but it was really very well written. Almost too well written, I suppose. It was self-indulgent and self-congratulating... a very vain book, if that makes any sense. Plus the content drove me up a wall. It was chock full of bad, miserable people trying as hard as they could to make themselves and everyone around them even more miserable. "Purposefully hurtful" is the kindest thing I can think to say about the protagonist. It starts off as a bad situation and just gets worse and worse and worse... and that's fine, I guess; horrible situations snowballing is an accepted literary convention. I mean, look at Bleak House or The Grapes of Wrath or any of the other million classics and near-classics that follow the depressing formula. However, in those books that came before this one, there was a soul. There was sympathy and a depth to it. There was warmth. The Corrections is just cold and sneering.
But Jonathan Franzen dopes write a really, really good sentence. He has a gift for turn of phrase. I just wish he wouldn't use it for evil.
You know what? You wanna know why I hate these books? The cheep, poorly-written, totally unedited, badly researched, juvenile, pedestrian sex-fest, raYou know what? You wanna know why I hate these books? The cheep, poorly-written, totally unedited, badly researched, juvenile, pedestrian sex-fest, rape-fantasy-laiden garbage-liners that have stopped even trying to pretend they were urban fantasy novels? You want to know why I bother even mentioning them at all, especially in such passionate terms, instead of ignoring them like they so justly deserve to be ignored?
Because it wasn't always like this.
The first book was recommended by a friend when I was looking for something harmless and easy to read on the bus. Nothing that involved thought. Brain candy. And it was! And the lead was a woman who was neither of the common fantasy novel stereotypes: the hard, man-like bad ass or the sex-dripping whore who needs rescued. There were morals and politics and people tried to think about things before acting. There was an interesting take on zombies and religion.
And then the whole damn series fell apart. The main character managed to become a stupid whore and the plot vanished and the spelling errors became egregious and the author started touting herself as the inventor of the vampire sub-genre and writing about how those of us who liked the first part of the series and not what it became as prudes and vicious hags and it all happened so fast.
I didn't know this was as much of a romance novel as it is when I picked it up. I mean, sure, I knew it was a love story, even maybe a sappy one; butI didn't know this was as much of a romance novel as it is when I picked it up. I mean, sure, I knew it was a love story, even maybe a sappy one; but it's essentially an expensive dime-store romance paperback.
It's also really manipulative. The reason there are two stars in my review instead of one is that it prompted a rather unexpected, visceral reaction. I cried like I'd been beaten, is what I'm trying to say.
I'm not sure why, though. Most of this book is, in turns, unbelievable and underwritten.
It's a nice idea, though.
Never saw the move, and I have no intention to do so, either. ...more