"The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly" is a superbly worded cross between "All the Truth that's in Me" (Berry) and "The Chosen One" (Lynch Williams). It ends"The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly" is a superbly worded cross between "All the Truth that's in Me" (Berry) and "The Chosen One" (Lynch Williams). It ends on a hopeful not - if you can call that sudden switch from story to acknowledgements an ending. That discernible sheen of hope is an absolute requirement for a book which intends to worm itself into my heart and earn my lingering adoration. Strangely not finding out what happens to cellmate Angel has been the elements that made that burning pain in my chest refuse to ebb away....more
This is unbelievably cute and positively weird. And a shiny and gorgeous hardcover copy is MINE!
Should I ever acquire a woolly mammoth by accident I cThis is unbelievably cute and positively weird. And a shiny and gorgeous hardcover copy is MINE!
Should I ever acquire a woolly mammoth by accident I can immediately relax, since I already own this comprehensive, well-structured, helpfully illustrated step-by-step manual that even informs me about mandatory household items like big and sturdy trampolines and a constant stash of cupcakes for executing proper, stress-reduced mammoth care....more
***2.5 stars***. Well written. Chillingly creepy characters. Creepy setting that remains a mystery. Claustrophobia. Helplessness. Fate. Symbols. Power***2.5 stars***. Well written. Chillingly creepy characters. Creepy setting that remains a mystery. Claustrophobia. Helplessness. Fate. Symbols. Powerful flowers. Nordic mythology. Past, present, future. Horror. Sacrifice. Vampires. Based on a painting by Carl Larsson. Seven lives, seven loves. Human bonds through the ages that did not touch me. Rather devoid of the blurbed-about romance. Weird, but not the kind of weird I love (view spoiler)[ like One Whole and Perfect Day or Chime(hide spoiler)]. Disappointing. ...more
I stayed up very long because laying "Tell the Truth, Shame the Devil" aside with still 50 - 100 pages to go was simply out of the question.
The EuropeI stayed up very long because laying "Tell the Truth, Shame the Devil" aside with still 50 - 100 pages to go was simply out of the question.
The Europe-based crime story revolving around a divorced chief inspector with a drinking problem at first seemed such a step into unknown territorry from the viewpoint of Marchetta's previous work, but after reading it it isn't. There is the theme of people getting their culture and their lives and their identities in tune with the country they or their ancestorts had imigrated to, there are deeply buried family secrets and sores, there are gaps and bridges between generations, there is love and loyalty and human frailty, there is falling down and standing up, there are beautiful, beautiful conversations, there is hope and there are human relationships explored from so many different angles. I encountered a book filled 100% with Melina Marchetta's trademark content, which made me very, very happy. The mysteries - apart from the main whodunit question - did not turn out to be that unguessably mysterious, but I did not mind at all. Oh, how I love Marchetta's characters and relationship dynamics!
I have to admit that "Jellicoe Road", as much as it stunned and impressed me, had been such a weight in the stomach that I did not dare to repeat the experience. I am too scared. "Shame the Devil" has been sad, too. But it did not affect my breathing or my swallowing apparatus so severely. Thus, I think, I should re-read it soon, to pick up pieces I missed in my nightly rush against time, but I think I'll return to "The Piper's Son" first. ...more
I stopped reading around the 20% mark. Don't bother, Nomes, really . Sometimes I do wonder what publishers are thinking, when they decide to acquire a I stopped reading around the 20% mark. Don't bother, Nomes, really . Sometimes I do wonder what publishers are thinking, when they decide to acquire a manuscript that finally results in a book like 'Breakfast Served Anytime'.
- Four certified brainiac kids visiting a dinner and ordering breakfast, but only one of them has thought of bringing a wallet. - Brainy, I-am-not-so-young-anymore-that-you-would-catch-me-eating-fudgecicles heroine planning to not accept a perfectly good university scholarship, because she wants to experience New York preferably in form of a steep acting career alongside her ballet dancing BFF - without realising the financial strain her preference would place on her single father. - Childish wanna-become-actress choosing a mysterious course about the importance of the written word at the Kentucky gifted-kids resort instead of pursuing something that would add some substance to her daydreaming. - Genius girl hating a hat-wearing boy on first sight just because he had the nerve to grin and bow. - Ehhh ...
Letting the readers watch a character grow up in front of their eyes doesn't mean the character has to be a silly-beyond-her-peers, rhino-skinned, dense and altogether unlikable member of her species first. We readers also notice the fine differences. We are tuned to supple signs and tiny, realistic changes that mean so much. No need to hammer it home by blowing everything out of proportion....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
*** 3.5 stars ***. The forceful lovey-dovey-parts of this YA-mudtreck-in-space-romanscifi came kind of out of the blue after a lot of tiptoeing and/or*** 3.5 stars ***. The forceful lovey-dovey-parts of this YA-mudtreck-in-space-romanscifi came kind of out of the blue after a lot of tiptoeing and/or snapping around each other while crossing deserts, forests and plains on foot, but were tearjerkingly enjoyable. Altogether the book was surprisingly readable in my opinion, even though not especially original or eventful: Around the end of each of the scenes I automatically went back into my mind's reading history to pick out comparable scenes in books I had consumed earlier and concluded most of the time - not all of the times - that those were better done, more exciting, sexier, grittier, more plausible, more realistic or more memorable. Still, I kept returning to the story without any effort. The outcome of this story was of interest to me and the imprint of the characters on my heart will certainly not last forever, but surely for a week or even two or three.
The sequel seems to have different narrators as is fitting for this kind of juvenile heartthrob scifi series. After Anna comes Lola, right? I look forward....more
'The Lover's Dictionary' consists of short, seemingly unconnected passages narrating the story of a two-years-old relationship between a man and a wom'The Lover's Dictionary' consists of short, seemingly unconnected passages narrating the story of a two-years-old relationship between a man and a woman living in New York.
Hidden behind alphabetically sorted terms, that call out for sophisticated definitions, it covers the ordinary, yet inexplicable stuff that the relationship entails: Its beginning, the (almost ?) end, highs, lows, changes, effects, fears, irritations, dependencies, surprises, misunderstandings, lies, laughter, resentments, passions, habits, secrets, toothpaste caps, everything. The undertone wavers between wonder and hurt.
Most of the 'dictionary's entries' felt so profoundly true and a lot of them had a familiar flavor. Some of the familiarity wormed an astonished smile out of me, some wrapped me up in sadness.
But inspite of the narrator's palatable love for his nameless partner I simply couldn't bring myself to like the girl. Maybe her shininess already got cracks in my view, when she confesses to be pregnant right in the second entry. I didn't know her or her motivations then, but her laughter immediately inspired my dislike. Later I discovered her to be one of those persons who let alcohol turn them into the sparkling center of a party regardless of the discomfort that transformation might cause others around them to feel. I just cannot stand people like that.
Still, I felt the hero's emotions. And I rooted for him and for his perfectly ordinary love in all its uniquess....more