So. I just finished this book and honestly? It's not the type of book I would have ever picked up voluntarily. But AP Literature is basically the clasSo. I just finished this book and honestly? It's not the type of book I would have ever picked up voluntarily. But AP Literature is basically the class that says 'you will read this book and you will form a coherent opinion about it. Unless you want to fail, of course.' And so an opinion I have formed. Though I'm not going to lie, it's not very coherent, though it is definitely spoiler-y. For all those who are reading this to try and figure out whether it's worth the read or not. . . Well. My review will not be of any use to you, because I really don't know the answer to that question. Did I like this book? Uhm. No. But, knowing what I know now after reading it, would I -if I could- go back in time and tell myself earlier on to read it and stop procrastinating because it's not bad like some of the books my eyes have been burnt by? Why yes, yes I would. The book is interesting, if nothing else, and if you have to read it like I did? I will tell you with an air of superiority because I've already read it, that you will get through it. Maybe not happily, but I promise, there is a light at the end of that tunnel, babydoll.
(view spoiler)[ The only thing I really want to talk about concerning this book, the only thing that is eating me away: Guitar. Motherfudging Guitar, man. Why do I always fall in love with the crazies? The moment Sara grows attached to a character and announces said attachment, you can be sure the author/creator of fiction is gonna scream PLOT TWIST and turn them into a murderer and/or psychopath. Seriously. It. Never. Fails.
My baby Guitar was no exception, dears. I was so enraptured by this character in the beginning. I was like, "Morrison, what a fabulous creation you have gifted this book with. In the midst of all the crazy bullshit drama, you have placed one solid fixture of sanity that I can be grateful for." I could genuinely identify with every deep speech about life (the doe thing, anyone?) and passionately enraged words about the unfairness of the way whites were treating blacks during this time period. Every time he started with some wise words, I was just like,
"Preach, baby, preach. Tell that airhead of a best friend you got there the ways of the world."
And then he started talking about his dreaded racial ratios theory and how it was Seven Days' jobs to avenge crimes that were done to blacks AND THEN Morrison went and made him the Sunday man. Sunday. Friends. Can we just take a moment and cry about this, please? How such an intelligent creature became such a madman, turning into a murderer with a specialized day of 'avenging' on the Holy day. Listen. I'm not actually religious, m'kay? Like, yeah no. But even I know a religious symbol when it is blinking in neon lights in front of my face. I just. I don't understand. I don't understand how I could go from loving a character so much and being so incredibly grateful for his presence in a book, to screaming, "wait. . . No. No no no no!"
I think that's what hurt the most about this book? That my favorite character got turned into a psycho. But, at the same time, I think that's also what made this book so interesting to me? And I swear I'm not a crazy person like Guitar or anything, it's just. All the family drama, incest, crazy stories, just made it impossible for my brain to settle on one thing? The nonstop, increasingly soap-opera note to this novel made it hard for me to recognize anything important about this book aside from the fact that Milkman has one screwed up family. And then Guitar's arc came into the picture and it was something I could make sense of? Not that his crazy ideals make any sense, but I could clearly see the familiar archetype present in other books: a fall from grace.
I mean. I just finished this book like two hours ago. So my brain is still trying to. . . digest. Because brains digest, didn't ya know?
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The only way I can validly explain how I felt about this book is the below sentence: What the hell was that ? Honestly. How did this book even get publThe only way I can validly explain how I felt about this book is the below sentence: What the hell was that ? Honestly. How did this book even get published ? I really can not wrap my mind around the fact that this disgrace of a book was actually written, much less sold on shelves. And what I just said might be funny, and seem a little far fetched, if it didn't legitimately express how much I hate this book. I am seriously ashamed for ever picking it up, much less spending $18 on something as utterly wasteful as this book. I can't even express how much this book makes me. . . Violent. How is it possible for a book to make me want to punch something as much as this does ? Call it anger management, but I think this book calls for a hole in plaster somewhere. Because this is the utter definition of everything I hate in a book. Nothing made since at all. (Really ? Eating pigs' blood on pancakes ? Was that called for ? Biting what's-his-face hard enough to make him bleed ? [Never mind not even being a vampire. It would have made a hell of a lot more sense if she had been one.] Not attractive. Talking to your dead family member in your head? Oh my child, I think this calls for an intervention.) I'm not even going to lie: I did not read this book. There. I said it. I skimmed through it and what I saw had me shaking my head. So about the whole "not-even-a-vampire-thing"- yeah, that might not be accurate. For all I know, she may be the queen of all vampires. But the book was just too unrealistic for me to even try reading. And let me tell you, I've read some very fantasy-based stuff. If I had all day, I would continue with this very heated review of a book I did not in fact read. But since I don't and my fingers are starting to cramp from trying to type on the tiny IPod keyboard, I shall end it with a happy note: My gosh, just writing this bashing review has made me feel loads better ^-^ I'm sorry this made absolutely no sense but I had to get this off my chest. And, that folks, is all I have to say. ...more