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
Lu, die auf dem Gewimmel des Marktplatzes verloren gegangen ist, erklärt dem ebenfalls suchenden Roberto die sechs praktischen Regeln, die sie befolgeLu, die auf dem Gewimmel des Marktplatzes verloren gegangen ist, erklärt dem ebenfalls suchenden Roberto die sechs praktischen Regeln, die sie befolgen soll im Fall der Fälle.
Das Einzige, was an mir nagt, ist die Logik der Durchführbarkeit von Regel 1 (dort bleiben, wo ich bin bzw., wenn es sich um bekanntes Terrain handelt, zu einem verabredeten Treffpunkt gehen und laut rufen), die quasi von den darauffolgenden Regeln ausgehebelt wird: Regel Nr. 4: In ein Geschäft oder öffentliches Gebäude (nie zu Privatleuten ins Haus - Regel 3) gehen, um die Eltern auf dem Handy anrufen zu lassen. Wenn ich ein telefon suche, dann verlasse ich ja schon den Ort. Wie lange muss ich warten?...more
"It's just - a way to go. There isn't only one way to go." I waved at his notes. "You're trying to find a road where there isn't one. It's like gleani"It's just - a way to go. There isn't only one way to go." I waved at his notes. "You're trying to find a road where there isn't one. It's like gleaning in the woods," I said abruptly. "You have to pick your way through the thickets and the trees, and it's different every time."
Well, this has been truely delightful. And completely different from what I expected.
There is a dragon mentioned in the description and the author is Naomi Novik of the Temeraire endlessology. So I had quickly concluded Ms. Novik had just half-recycled her dragon concept while pushing the result into the YA fantasy area. Zero point zero points for my plot anticipation skills. But some lucky badges for choosing to read the story spontaneously anyway (The Goodreads Choice Awards of 2015 might have provided the final persuasive nudge).
Would I be asked to write a short backcover text about "Uprooted", I would readily comply, wording it as follows: Imagine a clumsy girl with the unspectacular gift for gleaning held against her will in a Rapunzel-like tower near to the border of alternative versions of medieval Poland and Russia. Picture her captor, a youngish-looking, but old cynical wizard with the impossible task of keeping vast and spreading maliciously magical wood at bay. Look at that magnificent world-building and think of Baba Jaga, other East European legends and tales, of "Graceling" (Cashore) and of "Nausicaä in the Valley of the Winds" (Miyazaki)....more
I still ponder about it: How can the author let me dangle on such a steep cliffhanger (and not the lovey-dovey kind, the real stuff) and wave that amoI still ponder about it: How can the author let me dangle on such a steep cliffhanger (and not the lovey-dovey kind, the real stuff) and wave that amount of loose ends (that young, blondish mustache-guy, the Winkelman brat and his "promises", Holly Munro's stakes in the game, the senior Lookwoods' fates, that strange society, the true dealings of the heads of Fittes and Rotwell - do they really stuff the artifacts into their furnaces or do the operate a little for extra profit on the side?) - in front of my tortured face without mentioning anything about the fourth installment?...more
**** 3.5 stars **** Melissa Grey's debut tries very hard to be "Daughter of Smoke and Bones", which it certainly isn't on any level: The writing, the**** 3.5 stars **** Melissa Grey's debut tries very hard to be "Daughter of Smoke and Bones", which it certainly isn't on any level: The writing, the characters and their ability to move your heartstrings, the depth of the world-building, its uniqueness, the complexity of the depicted relationships, the grittiness of real war and so forth are not to be found in this story about a human orphan girl who has one of her feet firmly on the inside of the magical world, hopping from one exotic sounding place to another by means of borrowed magic to do shady deals or flashy heists for her paranormal guardians.
But reading Echo's saving-the-world-while-falling-in-love story has been great fun nonetheless - in spite of the otherworldly, insanely gorgeous, immortal guys, the love-triangle, the rather creepy difference in age and life experience between her and her potential lover and the dangling threads of unfinished thoughts.
I can even imagine reading the sequel when it comes out next year....more