I'm quitting this with less than 40 pages to go. I just do not CARE how they're going to best the bad guy. I hate Coben's writing style. HATE it. I haI'm quitting this with less than 40 pages to go. I just do not CARE how they're going to best the bad guy. I hate Coben's writing style. HATE it. I hate the way his characters act pseudo-clever and the way they're purposely evasive so the conversations have to go on longer than necessary. The plot wasn't even very interesting. I'm still counting this as read. The only reason I picked it up was for a challenge. I can't believe I made it this far....more
I saw this was free and I got it, and that's all I know. Buddy read with Karly, Nenia, and Kat around May 18, I believe. Let the shenanigans ensue!
REVI saw this was free and I got it, and that's all I know. Buddy read with Karly, Nenia, and Kat around May 18, I believe. Let the shenanigans ensue!
I've tagged the major spoilers, but there may be some minor ones in the text.
I have not raged this hard at a book since ... ever. I actually felt a physical reaction to this piece of crap, and it was not pleasant. I would never break my Kindle, but damn it, this book had me feeling like I should.
What kind of book was this? Let's see. A captive story? Claire does get kidnapped and taken to Anthony's home, but over the course of the novel she has multiple chances to escape. MULTIPLE. Yet she never even CONTEMPLATES leaving. A story of Stockholm syndrome? Claire does fall for Anthony, of course, despite his horrid treatment of her. Except psychological transformations were almost completely absent, so maybe not. A story of an abusive relationship? Could be. Anthony abuses the shit out of Claire. But then (view spoiler)[they get married and take multiple, detailed vacations, and Claire happily spends his money. (hide spoiler)] And again: no psychological evidence for why Claire doesn't try to escape him. A romance? Not unless you think Anthony beating Claire so hard she goes into a coma is romantic!
"Mr. Rawlings hides his feelings with certain behaviors. He's afraid to face his own emotions, and he uses this dark persona as a cover. It's not who he truly is. I've known him a long time."
Sounds apologist to me. Would an ordinary dude afraid of his emotions ominously allude to Claire's "accident" (i.e. coma that he put her in) for the entire novel?
Claire tried to remember, there was a song or something that said: when he is good, he is so good. And that summed it up.
Yeah, I've heard that. It's a nursery rhyme. When she was good, she was very, very good,/But when she was bad, she was horrid. But of course Claire conveniently forgot that part. Just like she forgot the times Anthony raped her and withheld basic privileges (she invented compartmentalization, did you know?). In that same vein, disturbingly, all the scenes of abusive sex were glossed over or faded into black. But the scenes of gentle, "loving" sex where Claire actually enjoys herself were described. And the author felt the need to remind us that these were "consensual." Uh, no. "Consensual" doesn't count when someone has been held prisoner in a room.
Abuse aside, there was nothing else redeeming about this novel. It was horribly written. There were several instances of words used improperly: allusion instead of illusion, deformation instead of defamation, dutifully instead of duly, workout in place of "work out." Then there was this bizarre description: "rich poignant aroma of fresh coffee" filling her nostrils. Claire has coffee all the time. It's not poignant. Pungent, yes.
And then there was the italicization of every brand (and believe me, so many brands were name-dropped), place, day. Google, Applebee's, Saks, Vera Wang, Black Friday, the Musée d'Orsay. None of that shit needs to be italicized.
Tenses were also misused. Apparently the author has something against the pluperfect.
Look, I get that indie novels have errors. And I can forgive them sometimes. But not this time. When I got tired of raging about the abuse and lack of psychological exploration, I started picking on the grammar. A few simple Google searches could have fixed a lot of the author's errors if she wasn't sure about them.
Finally, for the love of god, can someone tell me what heron fabric is?
There were glamorous gowns with bold contrasts in volume, rich fabrics such as lace, organza, or heron, and the finest accessories.
I seriously doubt the high-end wedding dresses they were looking at were printed with herons, but what do I know? This must be the weirdest bridal shop ever, since they also carry "chiffon, pleated chiffon, or morbid tulle." Wait, morbid tulle? Maybe the characters took a wrong turn and landed in Hot Topic.
The ending was slightly all right, but it definitely wasn't worth having to slog through 500 pages of dreck. I wanted to DNF this so many times. SO. MANY. TIMES. But I stuck with it because Kat finished, and Karly is a completionist, and I couldn't leave her to suffer alone. Whether or not Nenia will finish is still up for debate. Fair warning: there's a definite chance someone's head will explode from sheer rage.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more
I requested this book from Netgalley because I thought it might be fun to read about vampires who surf. Don't judge me, okay?
I requested this book from Netgalley because I thought it might be fun to read about vampires who surf. Don't judge me, okay?
Little did I know, this book isn't that innocent. Not only is this book about surfing vampires, it's about surfing vampires who can transform into sharks.
We have a group of "good" vampire sharks who have rules about killing (Rule #1: Don't kill children. Rule #2: Make sure it's a "righteous" kill (like Dexter). Your punishment for breaking the rules: DEATH). We have a surfer who just lost his friend to a shark attack and an undercover FBI agent, both of whom get involved with the good vampire sharks and fall in lurrve. But there are rogue vampire sharks just randomly killing people for sport and infringing on everybody's happiness.
The lead vampire's problems stem entirely from him indiscriminately turning people into vampire sharks for years. In one of his back stories, we learn he would make friends with surfers and casually ask them if they want to surf forever. And then he'd ask them if they want to be a vampire shark. And they'd be all, "Yeah! I love surfing!" But then those people would break the rules and he'd have to kill them. Which makes some other vampire sharks very, very angry ...
Every vampire knows you just don't go around turning people for the heck of it. Come on.
Anyway, there was practically no detail in this book. Not for the transformations, not for any of the deaths, not for the romances. There were inconsequential ages and heights and hair colors randomly slapped in for characters who were only going to be around for two more pages. This book was basically just people standing around talking to each other and occasionally doing something, and then talking some more, and we were supposed to believe the characters had formed deep connections with each other. There was no tension and no mystery. No emotion.
I wanted to DNF, but I read this for a challenge. I ended up skimming a lot because this was just the kind of brainless read that lets you do that and not miss anything.
Thanks to Netgalley for the chance to review!...more
I liked the movie all right, so I thought this would be a fun read. Unfortunately, Bridget is just too neurotic. It's not like I don't have some of thI liked the movie all right, so I thought this would be a fun read. Unfortunately, Bridget is just too neurotic. It's not like I don't have some of the thoughts she has, but I definitely don't want to read an ENTIRE book devoted to such insane internal musings. The only reason I was able to picture any of the characters was imagining the actors from the movie.
Also, I weight more than Bridget and my thighs are bigger, so obviously my problems are worse than hers. GOD I'M FAT. I might as well die so an Alsatian can eat me....more
I requested this on a whim after seeing it mentioned in the comments section of some website, even though it's not the type of thing I usually read. II requested this on a whim after seeing it mentioned in the comments section of some website, even though it's not the type of thing I usually read. I'm not sure what I expected. Maybe a few style tips that I could pick and choose from to apply to myself. I definitely didn't expect this book to make me so angry.
The Berlin woman is no tart. She doesn't smear a thick layer of makeup onto her face, or own a push-up bra or blond Rapunzel-like hair extensions. The Berlin woman barely needs makeup because her skin always has a rosy glow thanks to well-chosen cosmetic products and a healthy glow from riding her bike. (11)
That quote was my first red flag. Somehow it manages both to shame AND give off a "better-than-you" vibe.
One should never see a bra, regardless of what color it is. You do not need a push-up bra; Berlin is not a bosom city. (13)
I know a lot of people think visible bra straps are just the height of poor taste, but I personally couldn't give a crap. I don't have the time or money or desire to buy bras to fit every single one of my shirts. And though I don't care for push-up bras myself, I also don't care if people wear them. This is just a weird rule. Good thing I don't live in Berlin.
Of course, this book cautions against showing too much skin. Basically EVERY set of style rules ever written cautions against this, and this is a rule I really hate. I happen to love showing off both leg and shoulder AT THE SAME TIME (gasp!). But sometimes I feel like covering it all up. I will show as little or as much skin as I feel comfortable with, thank you.
Saggy arms: "Also called 'old lady arms' or 'bingo wings.' Only wear sleeveless clothes if your upper arms are really toned." (23)
I'm sure I don't need to explain why that's offensive. And I'll have this book know that my upper arms are reasonably toned, but my triceps still flap about from time to time. It's just a hazard of being a woman with body fat.
This leads me to another annoying rule: Dress your age. Uh, let me think about it: NO.
Dark or loud lipstick: "Bright red lipstick looks fantastic up to age thirty. Then the look appears too hard—you can automatically look ten years older with this war paint! It's best to only use lip balm and dedicate your attention to making your skin look flawless." (120)
Why is 30 always the magical cutoff age for wearing anything fun? Bright lipstick, short shorts, short skirts, crop tops? At 30, I'd just begun to feel confident about myself and the most comfortable I'd felt with my body since basically forever, and I wanted to wear all those things. I discovered I LOVE bright lipstick, and I wear it at least a couple times a week. I'm 31 now and I can't wait for summer so I can wear all the no-no clothes again.
Even if the Berlin woman loves heeled accessories, in cowboy boots one is very quickly considered a poser. Such gaudy boots do not fit in Berlin—particularly if they're made of white python leather. (18)
Uh, sorry, those boots sound awesome.
Okay, that's debatable, but wear whatever cowboy boots you want! Cowboy boots are awesome! You know what makes someone a poser? Dressing how they think they should dress based on someone else's opinion.
The most important thing above all is that you feel comfortable. (18)
Well then shut up, book, and let me do me. If I ever go to Berlin and I'm not cool, it won't be a big deal, since I've never been cool anywhere....more
1.5 stars. I didn't particularly like the plot, the characters, and definitely not the romance. I didn't care for the writing style. And the pronuncia1.5 stars. I didn't particularly like the plot, the characters, and definitely not the romance. I didn't care for the writing style. And the pronunciation guide in the back was truly insulting....more
I should have known better than to read this. Of all the stories that are retold, Alice in Wonderland retellings are among my least favorites. StrictlI should have known better than to read this. Of all the stories that are retold, Alice in Wonderland retellings are among my least favorites. Strictly speaking, this wasn't exactly a retelling, but it was close enough. But the allure of a hot guy with dubious morals was enough for me to finally buckle down and check this out from the library.
I started off thinking I was going to like this book, but things quickly went south. This book was ... too much. The details and descriptions were lovely, but there was just TOO MUCH of them. There was no subtlety to the writing. Everything was described in minute detail, leaving little to the imagination (which seems to be something of a trend I've noticed lately). The story moved way too fast without seeming to go anywhere, and yet so much was crammed into these 371 pages. And don't even get me started on the first person present tense. I would seriously throw a party if authors stopped doing that.
But what really killed this book for me was the romance. I don't even care about the love triangle; that wasn't the issue. Both love interests were jealous in the most unattractive, sexist ways. Both of them seemed to be obsessed with the main character's virginity and innocence. At least one of them thought she was perfectly capable of doing things on her own, but he was also the liar and manipulator, so it's not exactly a great trade-off. Not only that, the romances were wrapped up pretty neatly. No more suspense, no more anticipation.
I do see why people liked this book. It could be really fun if you're into this sort of thing. I'd like to say I'll be continuing with the series, because the covers of books 2 & 3 are hard to resist, but unfortunately, this one wasn't for me....more
I don't always rate books I DNF, but I do when I feel like I've got a handle on how the rest of the story will go. That's the case here. I stopped atI don't always rate books I DNF, but I do when I feel like I've got a handle on how the rest of the story will go. That's the case here. I stopped at page 126, bored with the MC. The stuff with her brothers was so over the top it was unbelievable. I flipped through the rest, and then read the epilogue. I don't think I missed anything....more
I received an ARC via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Well, I hate to be the one to write the first negative review, but someone's gotta doI received an ARC via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Well, I hate to be the one to write the first negative review, but someone's gotta do it.
I guess I never realized it before, but I hate alpha males. At least, I hate them as they're portrayed in any work of fiction I've read. They're man-children prone to unnecessary temper tantrums, such as throwing crystal tumblers against walls when they wake up and find their little lady missing from bed/the room. Because how dare she use the bathroom without clearing it with him first?
Perhaps Savage's reaction is justified, given that he doesn't want Eve roaming the house alone since there's a lusty baron out to "claim" her. The baron, along with Savage and Eve and several others, are guests as a country house for the week, engaging in all sorts of sexual amusement. It's called the Game, and there are rules. Except ... when there are not rules. Or there are rules only when it's convenient to the story. The baron wants Eve? He cites the rules. Everyone thinks Savage and Eve are spending too much time in his rooms? The rules are cited. WHAT ARE THESE RULES??? Nobody seems to follow them, and nobody really explains them to Eve beforehand. I guess they're there for safety reasons, but if the baron is just waiting for his chance to grab Eve despite having a partner of his own, they don't really matter.
Another "rule" is that Eve is supposed to address Savage as Master and never question him. She forgets all the time and he berates the hell out of her for it. Yet he slips "in and out of the Game so easily that it was often difficult for me to tell when he was playing and when he wasn't." So basically he punishes and shames her for being confused by him, because he can't stay in character. Everything she says, most of which is kind or well-meaning, he turns into an insult or sign of disrespect.
I'd already learned to my sorrow that even the mildest of words could turn treacherous with him.
RUN AWAY, EVE!!!
Well, tantrums and possessiveness aside, Savage is prone to sexism. A very subtle kind, delineating the differences between men and women. Men and women are different, of course. But a person doesn't have to say so in such a condescending way.
"...loneliness affects women in different ways than it does men, and given the warm nature of most women, it must be more difficult for them to bear."
How touching. But no.
There's also a mention of "female fussing." Eve is kind of sexist too, since she believes all men have tempers when angry. Guess what, Eve? Pretty much everyone loses their temper sometimes. ESPECIALLY WHEN ANGRY.
Savage is also confused by how a woman might feel upon being sexually assaulted. Because yes, even women at a gathering solely for having sex can be sexually assaulted! Who knew?
He frowned. "You were frightened by a drunkard pawing over your leg?"
Uh, yes, that is frightening. Sorry to break it to you, chap. And it would be bad enough if all the drunkard did was "paw" at her leg. But he pulled up her clothing and stuck his hand between her legs.
A lot of the interaction between Savage and Eve is attributed to their type of play—domination and submission. And Eve consents to most of it. But they never agreed on a safe word, so there's no way for Eve to tell him to stop. Which she does when he ties her to the bed. He doesn't stop, of course. When she struggles against the cords, she gets abrasions and bruises. It's her fault, she admits. She shouldn't have struggled! Luckily, she finds peace in her submission when he finally unties her. She is "worthy."
Like many alphas before him, Savage is a jealous type. Eve puts on nothing but a long strand of pearls to please him (he had mentioned something about this earlier, I believe), and he gets angry because another man gave her the pearls. So he gives her a new strand! Now he doesn't have to be jealous anymore!
Everyone is concerned about how Eve has changed Savage. They're worried about her because he's hiding her away in his rooms instead of frolicking about the estate like usual. And they want to bring this earlier version of him back, apparently. When Eve wistfully mentions this earlier version, he gets angry at the look in her eyes. Jealous. THE MAN IS JEALOUS OF HIMSELF.
There is so much more I could say about this book, but this review is getting rather long. This is a romance novel with extra sex and less plot. "Erotica," if you will. Except the sex is really banal and the dirty talk is boring and repetitive.
I'm glad some readers are finding positives in this book, but it wasn't for me. I wouldn't have finished it if I weren't reviewing it for Netgalley.
P.S. One thing completely unrelated to sex that really annoyed me? An aristocrat saying money doesn't matter. AHAHAHA. Shut the hell up....more
Uh ... not sure how I'm supposed to feel about that.
This book was overwhelmingly gross. It was much too nasty to "like." Why on earth would I want toUh ... not sure how I'm supposed to feel about that.
This book was overwhelmingly gross. It was much too nasty to "like." Why on earth would I want to read about a thirteen-year-old girl seemingly detached from her emotions, fumbling her way into hardcore drugs? I don't know. But I just did.
Lessons learned: 1) Pretty much any grown man will fuck/want to fuck/think about fucking a thirteen-year-old girl who dresses older and wears cat-eye makeup. (view spoiler)[Except, thank god, for her dad, even when she tries to grope him below the belt. (hide spoiler)] 2) If you shoot it up, you get that rush. 3) Your ounce isn't short—it's the metric system, dumb ass. 4) Drugs are just as gross as I thought they were.
I can't remember why I decided to read this. I think I saw it recommended on a website somewhere. I should have stopped reading this way in the beginning. Maybe about the time Nikki has sex with her newly dead mother's younger boyfriend.
I think I had a permanent lip curl of disgust while I read. I don't know what DSS is, but for the love of god, couldn't someone just get CPS to take this poor, fucked up little girl away and get her head right? It's not too late!["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more
This book might have been saved by better writing. Unfortunately, it had the lamest attempts at simile and poetry I have read in a while. Not aBoring.
This book might have been saved by better writing. Unfortunately, it had the lamest attempts at simile and poetry I have read in a while. Not an actual quote: "The sand felt slightly damp, as if it were waiting for the tide to come in and soak it." Um, okay. This makes absolutely no sense to me. Also not an actual quote: "They were superheroes battling each other for world domination." Yay. Great. That might have worked if either of the guys in question were in any way super or heroic.
The character development was basically nonexistent. The development of character relationships was also nonexistent. Especially in the beginning, there was little sense of the time that was supposed to have passed. As a result I had no idea why Wendy would feel so close to these people. Why on earth do they care for her? I had no reason to understand Wendy's trust for them. I had no reason to care about her brothers or her search for them. I had no reason to care about surf culture (I guess that's a thing).
I must be too old for books like this. All I could think about was how lame these kids were for stealing and selling drugs in order to maintain their lifestyle of surfing and living off the grid in abandoned mansions. I was like, you know what's a good way to make enough money to surf wherever you want in the world, especially if you already have minimal expenses? Get a job, save some money, and then quit that bitch so you can travel. Or, if you're Jas, throw a tantrum until your super rich parents agree to fund a vacation. Although they had very little, these kids seemed like entitled idiots.
There were drugs, and references to beer, and stealing, and a sketchy bar with a BACK ROOM, and a skeezy guy who tries to assault Wendy, and cheap motel rooms. Oh, how EDGY. Haha, not.
The book did get slightly better in the second half, but the only reason I stuck it out that far was so I could write a review for Netgalley....more
This was an interesting idea. I even had a dream stemming from this book. Alas, the idea was not executed to iI won this through a Goodreads giveaway.
This was an interesting idea. I even had a dream stemming from this book. Alas, the idea was not executed to its full potential.
There were endless different kinds of lost items and a fair description of the town of Lost, and yet it felt so much was missing from the narrative. Everything in this book was somehow lacking. The passing of time was glossed over. The threat of people trying to kill the heroine didn't feel at all urgent or, well, threatening.
Also missing, for me, was an emotional connection and a reason to believe in the romance.
The romance ... God, the romance. That's pretty much what killed it for me. Where was the buildup? Random stuff happens, the heroine thinks the guy is handsome without ever giving the reader a clear description of him, and suddenly they're kissing with absolutely no heat whatsoever. "It was like kissing sunlight" and "like kissing the ocean." If I wanted sappy, weakly poetic shit like that, I'd read YA, which this might as well have been. Adults don't even think stuff like that, not even if you're an artist, like the heroine. At least I don't think so. Anyway, who wants to kiss the ocean?
The writing was ... serviceable. Not terrible, but nothing special. But I swear to god, if I have to read first person present one more time I might shoot myself in the foot. Unless the writing is amazing, and unless there's a really good reason to do this, I pretty much want this writing style to die. (Another "adult" book where it was done not-well: Archetype.)
I did like the way the book ended. I think it could work fairly well as a standalone, though it does leave some open ends. I have absolutely no plans to continue with the series, however....more
This was much lighter fare than what I've come to expect from Anne Stuart. Not that this was a problem, but it seems that by lightening up she lost aThis was much lighter fare than what I've come to expect from Anne Stuart. Not that this was a problem, but it seems that by lightening up she lost a lot of character development and depth of plot. The writing seemed utterly formulaic and therefore predictable. Also annoying. The word "wicked" appeared 38 times, but it felt like so much more. The phrases "well and truly kissed" and being loved "well and often" should be banned from romance novels.
The villain was a crappy villain if I ever saw one. He was an abbot who spouted crazy religious nonsense every chance he got, calling women whores and ordering wives not to sleep with their husbands, and engaging in flogging in order to get closer to God (and he secretly liked it, the sick old bastard). But he was an old man. Someone could have punched him in the face right from the beginning and he wouldn't have been around to bother everyone else. I know this was set in medieval times where religious figures had a lot of power and people had to listen to them, but zealous talk of hell and sin just doesn't strike me with fear. Yawn.
Julianna and her mother Isabeau, the two main (possibly only) women of the book suffered from severe and misplaced guilt. For instance, Isabeau thought it was her fault when something bad happened to Julianna, because she'd "tarried too long in bed" with her husband. Every time Julianna wasn't completely straightforward, she called herself deceitful and treacherous and wicked and probably some synonyms of those words. It was astonishing what they blamed themselves for.
Julianna was married off when she was about eleven, and then her husband died right before the start of the book. At one point Isabeau asks Julianna if she bled when her first husband bedded her. Which Julianna didn't because her husband was old and, it turns out, impotent. All this time she believes she's had sex and hated it, but (view spoiler)[she's actually still a virgin! (hide spoiler)] Thank God for purity. Anyway, even though Julianna has seen farm animals coupling, she has no idea what a man looks like aroused. So when she accidentally sees a couple getting it on in the kitchen, she freaks out and runs into the rain.
"Her world had shifted once again, and she had no idea what to think, what to believe."
All because she saw a hard dick. I know they're not exactly pretty, but come on.
Nicholas, the hero, tries way too hard to convince himself he's only interested in sex and, well, himself. I was actually interested in him being a fool (that word appeared 161 times in the book, and "mad fool" appeared 12 times), but his POVs were tiresome. He doesn't want to be any woman's "pawn," which, of course, is the only thing that could happen if he ever got married.
"Such a waste of ripe womanhood was an affront to his nature."
What the hell is that? So if a woman isn't married and isn't a sexual being, she's basically pointless. At least according to Nicholas, because he needs to be able to sleep with anyone if he wants. At one point he even considers seducing Isabeau.
Another of Nicholas's dubiously insightful thoughts: "It wasn't nearly as pretty as Julianna, he thought dispassionately." This is about ... a cup. Well, a chalice. It's gold, and it has jewels, so you can understand the comparison. Nothing proves the hero's love more than him thinking a woman is prettier than a cup.
Both Isabeau and Nicholas's servant Bogo display their keen powers of perception by telling Nicholas how he feels. Basically they told him he was in love with Julianna and things would work out. Um, thanks. I hate this trope of every random person being able to discern the minute facial expressions of the hero and heroine, when they themselves are still in denial about their feelings. Just listen to the older, more experienced folk and you'll be fine! You don't know anything anyway.
This book didn't even have enough sex to save it. The only explicit sex scene between Julianna and Nicholas was nice, but it happened late in the game. The two of them falling in love happened so quickly and with so little development it was unbelievable. Their "love" was based purely on sex. I'm pretty sure all their conversations involved innuendos (sometimes in rhyme form) and a few lines about the infamous chalice.
Although I started getting a little interested in the last 10% of the book, the 90% before that was so dull it didn't matter. I don't think I'd have finished this if I hadn't gotten it from Netgalley. But I did finish it, and I'm not really sure why it's called Lady Fortune.
Huh. I really thought this was going to be a short review.
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This started out strong, but it went downhill fairly quickly. It's not like there weren't good things about this book, because there were. I'm not eveThis started out strong, but it went downhill fairly quickly. It's not like there weren't good things about this book, because there were. I'm not even sure I can pinpoint what turned me off the story, but I was so annoyed by it for some reason. (view spoiler)[What was up with Christian? He died, but he "felt" what's-her-face's pain (I forgot her name), and so he came back? And he evaded death a couple times because he's somehow magical, but then he dies again? What? (hide spoiler)]
It definitely wasn't as cool as it tried to be. I skimmed the last 100 pages or so.
I was going to give it two stars, but by the end I felt so meeehhhhhh about it that I decided just to go with one.
Also, it's "couldn't care less." Not "could." Jeez.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more
In a future where women are a rare commodity, Emma fights for freedom but is held captive by the love of two men—one her husband, the other her worstIn a future where women are a rare commodity, Emma fights for freedom but is held captive by the love of two men—one her husband, the other her worst enemy. If only she could remember which is which. . . .
GEE, I WONDER.
This book was nothing more than YA dystopia written for adults. And it's only for adults because of the characters' ages and a couple of sex scenes.
Nearly everything the main character does is based on the word of someone else. She has these flashbacks and she can't tell if they're dreams or memories and it's SO FRICKIN' OBVIOUS. Predictable is too mild a word. You don't even have to read this book to know how it turns out.
The romance was SOOO BOOOORINGG, which is unfortunate because all the drama hinged on it. This book had so much potential but it was so unbelievably shallow, with a phoned-in plot and meh writing. There was absolutely nothing convincing or compelling about this book.
This started out a surprising four stars for me, but the stars quickly dropped off somewhere around the halfway mark. That's when the book took on a wThis started out a surprising four stars for me, but the stars quickly dropped off somewhere around the halfway mark. That's when the book took on a weird, judgmental sort of tone. You know, virginity is good, whoring is bad and deserves contempt. Virginity is treated as a prize. It's very subtle in this book, but clear.
The main character, Wen, is in constant danger of being raped, and not just from one bad guy. The majority of men in this book leer at or threaten her at some point. I read a couple reviews calling this book "futuristic" and "steampunk." I didn't feel this book fit into either of those categories, but maybe that's just me. Even so, the way Wen was treated as a female seemed an unnecessary way to victimize her and add drama.
I haven't noticed other reviews mentioning these particular things, so maybe it's just me. But even though Wen eventually recognizes that sometimes people have to do what they have to do in order to eat (like become whores), the rest of the book was soured for me. I realized how blah the love interests were, and how every man who wasn't a love interest was described as "greasy" or toad-like" or as having a "soft middle" (paraphrasing). Stuff like that. Because if a guy isn't handsome or a love interest, he's gross.
So, yeah. I can't say this was a huge disappointment, and I'm not exactly surprised not to have liked it, but after a fairly strong beginning, this book was definitely a letdown. ...more
Honestly I thought this book was a little ridiculous. While it's not entirely impossible, though it is improbable, for a girl to have three guys in loHonestly I thought this book was a little ridiculous. While it's not entirely impossible, though it is improbable, for a girl to have three guys in love/obsessed with her, I just didn't understand why the guys in this story felt so strongly about Julia. Sleepless was short, yes, but I think authors can flesh out characters in short books just as well as long ones. These characters weren't entirely flat, but unfortunately they were a little one-note and there was nothing particularly unique about them. We know Julia can dish out insults (only because Balog told us, not because Julia does it all the time), yet it turns out she does this as a shield. She also likes architecture, but still this doesn't offer the reader much insight into her personality. Who is the real Julia? As for Griffin, we don't really get to know him since he dies in the prologue, (view spoiler)[but after becoming a Sandman he turns completely psycho and starts raving about how Julia belongs to him (hide spoiler)]. Some things are hinted about Bret, and then completely forgotten. Now Eron, he was probably the best character. I believed he was from another time, especially with the maddening comments on a woman's virtue based solely on whether she has a lot of sex or not. I thought it was funny, him walking around town in an old-fashioned tuxedo. The writing was not amazing or poetic or anything like that, but it was pretty solid. So, points for that. However, Sleepless was mostly just flat. It wasn't a very strong book at all....more