Awww. The final chapter, that shows the fight for power in Mr. Parkhill's English for Beginners's class in the Adult Preparatory Night School escalatiAwww. The final chapter, that shows the fight for power in Mr. Parkhill's English for Beginners's class in the Adult Preparatory Night School escalating, ends with such a sweet letter to his learned hero. Mr. H*Y*M*A*N K*A*P*L*A*N, your character doesn't disappoint, ever. ...more
"What about our human rights,' demanded Carl, who'd gathered a small deputation of kids within minutes. 'There is a WAR ON,' said Crewman Devlin, shor"What about our human rights,' demanded Carl, who'd gathered a small deputation of kids within minutes. 'There is a WAR ON,' said Crewman Devlin, shortly. I wondered if this meant grown-ups actually listen to you when there wasn't a war on, because somehow I was sceptical." Teccc - my reading partner - is unquestionably right: The book loses some of its naughty snappiness and sarcasm as it proceeds and it gets more and more predictable after the small, nerdy gang of kids and their maniacally cheerful, robotic goldfish tutor flee the kiddie cadet academy on Mars in a stolen spaceship in order to find adult help or a way back home to earth. Also, the characters - both human and alien - reminded me often of those in "The True Meaning of Smekday".
Still, I enjoyed the story and its messages well enough. As "Smekday" does, it encourages the reader to have a look at the enemy's position/reasons/lack of other options/history, it stresses that there are always people who flourish because of war - career-wise, money-wise or morality-wise (meaning actions which are cautiously sanctioned or meticulously dissected angle by angle in a well-functioning society are overlooked or hastily permitted in war, because survival as a whole is at stake and long-term problems or ethical qualms suddenly play a secondary role to immediate results), and it certainly devises not to give up at any seemingly hopeless point of any endeavor.
The ending wrapped up everything pretty nicely while pointing out that in most disputes compromises have to be tolerated and that the notion to be able to return a society or a country to what it was "before"/in good old times/at a certain point is always unrealistic/undoable. Change happens. I can imagine reading the sequel at some point. Yes, definitely. Goldfish, bring it on!...more
The smalltown Grebe reminded me a lot of Neptune (the hometown of Veronica Mars). It just wasn't as shiny as the little pseudo hollywood and the beautThe smalltown Grebe reminded me a lot of Neptune (the hometown of Veronica Mars). It just wasn't as shiny as the little pseudo hollywood and the beautiful, powerful and ruthlessly corrupt families with their moneyed fingers stuck deep into the police department pie were people who had clawed themselves to the top by spreading their car parts business across the country instead of being software tycoons and film stars.
Romy Grey had a bit of Veronica's personality - and of her burden, too. The drugged party rape with the blank memory and the victim blaming in tow, the unfiltered hate of the town's uppers that is blown towards her, although it had been "caused" by her parents, the steep fall from being the queen bee's pet to the school's dirt rag, her decision to face the crowd each day and be visibly tough about it, the shame, the hard-faced denial of being wounded inside, the reluctance to involve others in her pain and her suffering and finally the jaded opinion of every new aquaintance she makes because of those awful experiences.
The main difference between those girls is that Veronica is out on a mission for cold revenge and for getting justice, which makes her case easier to witness. Occasionaly she brakes down and has a frail, human moment, which tugs on your heartstrings, but otherwise you just root for her and you smirk, when her geniality calculatedly blows in someone's slack-jawed face.
Romy, in comparison, tries to stay under the radar, to not to let herself be jabbed, tripped, terrorized ... killed ... by her menacing peers each new day, to disappear, to forget, to run, to think of her own past as of the misfortunes that happened to another girl. And, feeling unbelievably raw, you cannot help but wonder how she manages day by day, being held together only by several meticulously applied layers of face paint and nail polish....more
Gave up shortly before hitting the 30% mark. My spare time is definitely too precious to waste on boring and puffed-up-to-look-sinister, historial chiGave up shortly before hitting the 30% mark. My spare time is definitely too precious to waste on boring and puffed-up-to-look-sinister, historial chicklit....more