Heavens! How enthusiastically annoying. I gave up around 8%. Rather early, I know. But since my annoyance is character-based I am quite confident in mHeavens! How enthusiastically annoying. I gave up around 8%. Rather early, I know. But since my annoyance is character-based I am quite confident in my decision "book+I=disaster"....more
Ingredients for 1 predictably sweet 'n sticky Haters-to-Lovers Bun with Rainbow Sprinkles: 1 Schicki-micki heroine with a fancy name in the center of aIngredients for 1 predictably sweet 'n sticky Haters-to-Lovers Bun with Rainbow Sprinkles: 1 Schicki-micki heroine with a fancy name in the center of a gaggle of boy-hunting high-school hens with a perfect first-kiss obsession. 1 Annoying, but certainly cute-as-a-button boy-next-door. 1 or more Match-promoting school assignments. Blablablaaaaaaaaaa.
Where do those 4.Something stars average rating come from? Edit: No, don't answer. I don't think I can finish this....more
Around the 11% mark I noticed that I couldn't stand all that super merry stuff like the marshmallow soup, the polar bear teacher (called Mr. Polar BeaAround the 11% mark I noticed that I couldn't stand all that super merry stuff like the marshmallow soup, the polar bear teacher (called Mr. Polar Bear - or PB) or Santa's personal, South-Pole-born penguin kitchen chef (called Chefy) and the overload of cutish Christmas nonsense any longer. Merryment class hadn't been my my favorite subject in school after all. Plus heroine Candycane - Mr. Claus' daughter who is accutely aware of her famous and self-loving dad's shortcomings -, her current boyfriend, the ambitious half-elf Tinsel, and the festive arrangement of side-characters, like naturally busy dental hygienist Sugar Plum, were already working on my nerves like toffee on a crumbling tooth.
Nice idea, over-enthusiastic execution (I should have already heeded the this-is-way-over-the-top warning, when I first saw "author's" name)....more
I am so glad I picked it up again after deciding to let it go around page 60 (Somehow the beginning of Mina Smiths' story about a twelve-years-old, blI am so glad I picked it up again after deciding to let it go around page 60 (Somehow the beginning of Mina Smiths' story about a twelve-years-old, black girl during the 70s, who is desperately trying to start a ballet dancer's career in an all-white summer camp, breezed past all my emotional buttons without even brushing them lightly). And I am pretty dazed about the fact that it kept me up reading last night until my eyes protested. It's not as wonderful as Homecoming or Dicey's Song, but it's still peculiarly impressive and moving. In fact, the dancing thing quickly became just a part of Mina's past.
Cynthia Voigt is one of those very special storytellers whose heroines are at the same time familiar and strange. I already noticed that, when I first read On Fortune's Wheel (I grabbed the German translation from a bargain bin at the train station and directly fell under its spell), but since I was disappointed by Jackaroo and a bit ambivalent about Elske, it took a long time for me to go out and buy her first Tillerman book and even longer to buy the second and third. Silly me.
And now I am wondering again if the last two volumes and the spin-off about Dicey's uncle Bullet are up my alley or not. What's that irrational notion that always makes me hesitate in spite of all those wonderfully pleasant surprises?...more
Therefore I think it was a very brave step of the author to offer me a review copy of her middle grade novel "Sign Language", which deals with a young girl losing her father to kidney cancer and having her family fall apart around her. The author's confident hint at my love for Saving Francesca kindled my curiosity. I hesitated, agreed, plunged in and read the first 30 pages. Yet rather quickly I found out that there will no love between me and Abby and will – true to my usual reading habits – call it quits even before the dad had his first relapse.
I have thought a bit about Abby today. My first impression of her was filled with utter disbelief. How can she at the age of twelve fail to grasp that her father is terminally ill? When I was ten and a young man in our neighborhood went through chemo, I pestered my parents about the reasons and consequences and his chance at survival. And when I passed him on the street I almost expected him to spontaneously pass away. In Abby’s case her mom volunteers only superficial, harmless sounding information (in hindsight I think maybe to trick herself into an optimistic mode) - a choice I would have expected from the mother of a six or seven year old. As a reaction or non-reaction Abby files her father‘s surgery under the same heading as her friend’s tonsillectomy and does not ask for clarification. After pondering all morning on and off about it I have come to the conclusion that maybe Abby’s behavior is more common than mine had been – a kind of subconcious suppression of a possible, unwelcome future instead of painting the bleakest picture possible in her head. But I simply cannot relate to her in spite of that. Equally normal may be her efforts to get on the radar oft he most popular boy at her school and to let out her inner bitch toward her devoted best male friend in the process, but they certainly did not make me love her more. A lot of the other reviewers have stressed the real feel oft he story and of the heroine’s development. And I truely believe they might be right. It is just that I should not read books which are wrong for me - and me only - and then complain about them. That is the reason why I make an exception and let this book remain unrated on my unfinished-shelf.
Anyway, thank you, Amy Ackley, for being courageous enough to tackle such a diffcult and painful subject and for handing over a copy to me in spite of my low average rating and my tendency to judge rather harshly. ...more