This'll be a nostalgic review for the whole Pokemon chapter book series.
Oh, the memories.
Most specifically of waking up hours before everyone else whThis'll be a nostalgic review for the whole Pokemon chapter book series.
Oh, the memories.
Most specifically of waking up hours before everyone else whilst on vacation in our family camper, leaning over for the stack of (then super long at a grand total of 100 pages) Pokemon paperbacks, and having awesome adventures with Ash and the gang. As a child who was wholly prohibited from any sort of pet (sans fish... whoopee for me) the Pokemon phenomenon offered me a form of escapism. Hell, who wants a lame and adorable dachshund when you can have a fucking fire-breathing dragon, amiright? Well, that's what I convinced myself, anyway. Listen, it was either this or those bitch-ass Tamagotchi's and I was NOT going to be the only loser on the block with one of those pussy robots.
I loved imagining the fantastic world where the series took place; where teens could, like Ash, shirk all responsibilities to nurture rare and wild creatures, battle other trainers, and have crazy adventures. I had the games (ahmygawd Pokemon Stadium on the 64 was my LIFE), the cards, the clothes, the underwear, hell I even remember these little plastic squishy toys that had marbles on the bottom you could fake battle with on hard floors.
I usually say my hardcore life as a bibliophile began with Harry Potter... but ya know I didn't even start that craze until the second or so book was out. And considering my friends and I held secret recess meetings to trade cards after they were banned (man were we rebels) in about the third or fourth grade, I'd be confident in saying it was Pokemon that got me to start reading. Well, you know, actual books. Not just skimming through those infuriating Highlight magazines and doing the search-and-find puzzles.
I loves me some Pokemans (except Jigglypuff; Jigglypuff is lame and always will be). I will forever berate my mother for getting rid of these childhood gems.
Pokemon was my childhood. This was my bible. If only my mother didn't get rid of all my Pokemon things after I grew up, I would have a nostalgia overlPokemon was my childhood. This was my bible. If only my mother didn't get rid of all my Pokemon things after I grew up, I would have a nostalgia overload.
This is one of those books that I absolutely LOVE but am terrified to re-read and find out it's not as great as my 12 yeTime to review another oldie:D
This is one of those books that I absolutely LOVE but am terrified to re-read and find out it's not as great as my 12 year old naive mind remembers it.
But, anyway, it is epic, with great stories, lovably mean characters, cool sci fi/cyberpunk elements and an AMAZING finale (it's on this giant floating weather baloon/space station thing, i really dont remember much just that i was drooling all over myself). I swear the first thing i remember thinking upon finishing this book was "no director could ever do justice to this book." I just loved it that much.
I've always wondered if you could have a favorite song from a band who isn't your favorite band. I recently realized, of course you can. Because you can have a favorite book by someone who is not your favorite author. Case in point, I'm not the hugest fan of his Artemis Fowl series, so i've never read any of Mr. Colfer's other works. But this is hands down, no contest, that's a wrap, my favorite book ever. and it's not even 300 pages. go figure....more