This was such a creepy read. I didn't expect the turn into creepy valley at all. I didn't like any of the characters, but I couldn't stop because I neThis was such a creepy read. I didn't expect the turn into creepy valley at all. I didn't like any of the characters, but I couldn't stop because I needed answers....more
Read this cover to cover in one sitting, interrupted only by a 7-hour sleep break. One of the most thrilling, tenacious, humorous, dire and forebodingRead this cover to cover in one sitting, interrupted only by a 7-hour sleep break. One of the most thrilling, tenacious, humorous, dire and foreboding books I've ever read. You'd think a man stranded on Mars, being the only person on a planet, would lose all hope and curl into a ball to be death's sitting duck, but Mark Watney is a tough, clever, resourceful, determined son-of-a-bitch. I guess that's why he's an astronaut and I'm not. I wouldn't say this is a survival story to end all survival stories, but the novelty of having to survive alone on a distant planet with little to no human contact is gripping as hell. Could not put the book down, literally shivered with delight and fear and triumph, got goosebumps reading certain parts. All I can say is: Wow.
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I cannot believe the kind of will and humour Mark Watney has. This could have been hell of a depressing book, but it wasn't, thanks to the sheer sass and attitude of its main character and really, everyone on earth. My faith in humanity has ballooned thanks to this book. Homo sapiens are truly social animals - no man's an island, not even on another freaking planet. Also there's nothing quite like persistence, sheer force of will, teamwork, insanity and did I mention insanity? Amazing. Is there more? I want more. I don't think I've rooted for Science this much before.
P.S. Note to self: Never forget the Martian potato farm. Ever.
P.P.S. I haven't seen Gravity, but if it's anything like this at all, I'm going to love it....more
Uh. Maybe I don't have the ability to appreciate the finer tones of Jackson's writing, but the narrative and possible moral of story totally flew overUh. Maybe I don't have the ability to appreciate the finer tones of Jackson's writing, but the narrative and possible moral of story totally flew over my head for this one. That same feeling where you're at an art gallery and there's a piece with a few paint blots on it, and it costs over a million dollars, and you're there scratching your head wondering about what's so wonderful about the random dots, only to be told the significance and still not quite getting the point. The word I'm searching for here might be 'pretentious' but that's not quite right, either. The so-called twist ending is not quite what I'd consider a twist exactly, but maybe that's just me.
The only redeeming thing? It was short, and I read it under an hour....more
Okay, two chapters in. It's on my 'Currently Reading' list but I have a feeling it won't be for long, because I'm either going to skim through it, orOkay, two chapters in. It's on my 'Currently Reading' list but I have a feeling it won't be for long, because I'm either going to skim through it, or abandon it entirely. Two chapters in, and I am already irritated with the repetition, stock characters, inane adjectives, and the book's general lack of a plot. To the point that I'm unable to suppress the urge to rant about how terrible it all is just two chapters in.
Christian Grey's supposed to be this super mysterious, ultra enigmatic, crazily charismatic, insanely attractive and successful yet cold and aloof man (lure of the forbidden fruit, ha!) - God's gift to women, basically, yet he annoys me to no end with everything he says and does. Is there a term for this sort of male character yet? I think someone ought to come up with one, an ornament alongside the Manic Pixie Dream Girl. This man has no flaws, or has flaws that are glorified, and his sole purpose is to create off-the-charts sexual frustration in your clumsy, insecure, placeholder of a female lead. They are flimsy characters with pseudo personalities, objects of desire that serve no purpose to the story and go through 'character arcs' fit for furniture. I know, I should probably give him a chance, but really, I don't see it happening.
The writing itself is naggy - a word I didn't think I'd associate with erotica. Of course he has a manicure, of course his hair is tousled, his lips soft and inviting, his voice deep, his manner seductive. Of course he is all of those things, the generic physical attributes of an attractive male. And of course the female character is going to have internal monologues about these observations and how she needs to stop, right now. I've read it all before in countless romances, so there really isn't a need to repeat this stuff again, over and over. Just fuck him already and move on, if you're not going to trouble yourself building a meaningful relationship over the span of a book.
Also, there was a point in the book where the protagonist goes, "My name is Ana." during her second meeting with Mr. Sex-on-legs. Um, I thought he knew it already? You know, when she introduced herself during the interview at his penthouse office? That he called her using her full first name? Don't know about the rest of the male species, but if I'm that attracted or fascinated with someone her name would be the first thing I'd commit to memory.
Three chapters: I swear, I'm feeling like a whale. This book is impossible to read without taking periodic breathers, and for all the wrong reasons. It's too silly. I don't think it's actually possible to survive Fifty Shades of Grey with all your braincells intact. I'm gonna take back what I said earlier about taking a short time reading this. I'm determined to finish it just so I'm able to fully enjoy reading its reviews. The reviews are hilarious!
Is it weird that each time Anastasia goes 'Wow...' I just imagine the three aliens from Toy Story saying it?
Finished: I deserve to win the lottery for the massacre of my brain cells, I do.
So, I still haven't figured out what exactly Ana's 'inner goddess' is, like so many other readers. It argues with her subconscious, so I'm guessing they're separate entities. She seems to come alive at the mention of sex, so I'm guessing it's more of a 'inner succubus' than an 'inner goddess'.
Also, it appears that Christian's most quotable lines are "Stop biting your lip" and "You need to eat", since they're repeated every fourth page. Ever get the creepy feeling when you're watching a sick film in which a child molester/rapist is doing sick, sick things to an innocent child? Same feeling I got whenever Ana has sex with Christian. This isn't S&M as much as it's one of those creepy Japanese obsessions over girls in school attire, especially in school attire.
I can't believe I'm going to say this though: there were some, very little, but some very nice choice words that made me smirk. But as a whole not worth it for the brainrape....more
Both a creepy yet tedious read. Some parts were intriguing, other parts long-winded as hell. But hey, what do I know about old English. For somethingBoth a creepy yet tedious read. Some parts were intriguing, other parts long-winded as hell. But hey, what do I know about old English. For something out of the horror genre, it IS rather elegant. Terrifying, mysterious, unholy vampires that aren't emotional high-school teenagers or undead adults with huge libidos? Give me a classic vampire any day. I just wish it had a contemporary, non-cheesy update that I could identify more with....more
**spoiler alert** I'm still kind of waiting for Butcher to address and elaborate on the fact that Murphy is apparently a guardian angel. Am I missing**spoiler alert** I'm still kind of waiting for Butcher to address and elaborate on the fact that Murphy is apparently a guardian angel. Am I missing something?
And at which point did Butters realise Thomas was a vampire from the White Court? Because I swear Harry said it very calmly in front of him, and Butters is a pretty jumpy man and I was waiting for his reaction to that revelation, which didn't happen.
Also I'm getting a little sick of the 'my dick is bigger than your dick', 'each book will have a bigger, scarier monster than the previous' formula. I'm not feeling much emotional investment in the characters, aside from Thomas....more
This was alright. Plot was pretty average, though I kept waiting for the twist expected in such urban fantasy novels that never happened. Is that a twThis was alright. Plot was pretty average, though I kept waiting for the twist expected in such urban fantasy novels that never happened. Is that a twist in itself? I'm not sure. It's addictive, gritty, but lacks... sincerity. Like a good fantasy shoot 'em up with monsters to be killed, sides to root for, but no one person to truly love. I don't hate the narrator Dresden, so that counts for something, but Murphy's too goddamn stubborn for my liking. I mean, I understand stubbornness and determination, but she's just so annoying while at it, a bigger hindrance than help ninety percent of the time. Ugh.
I can't be assed to write a longer review, and I think that is enough to reflect how I feel about it. I will, however, continue reading the rest of the series. It's not that awful, and it fills that gap where I don't have to hunt for books to read. I think the masculine narrative is very obvious - the characters are macho as hell, but I think Butcher hasn't got the emotional part quite down yet....more
What a strange story. And what a strange way of telling it. I'm not sure if I understand it, or if there's anything for me to understand at all. MightWhat a strange story. And what a strange way of telling it. I'm not sure if I understand it, or if there's anything for me to understand at all. Might be missing some bigger picture, but eh....more