I do have to urge to extract a lot of passages and snippets from this book and I guess it will stick to my mind quite a while, but I am not sure whethI do have to urge to extract a lot of passages and snippets from this book and I guess it will stick to my mind quite a while, but I am not sure whether I could read it for a second time or not. Weird, huh?...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
"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
"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
So far, eighteen wasn't feeling too different from seventeen: my clothes were a little more stained, boy dramas were a little more complicated and mySo far, eighteen wasn't feeling too different from seventeen: my clothes were a little more stained, boy dramas were a little more complicated and my mind was just that little bit fuzzier. At present - right after reading - I grant Gabrielle Tozer's "The Intern" four stars although the heroine, journalism student and magazine intern Josie Browning, had a painful chunk of growing up to do (in the beginning she is insecure, depends on the advice and decisions of her unpredictability moody, bossy younger sister and her crappily vapid and selfish best friend and is so sympathetic (view spoiler)[ to the point of being a nuisance (hide spoiler)] that she forgets her own problems and goals the second somebody else - even her mean adversary - faces an obstacle) and although the story wraps up so damned nicely that nobody would dare to pull at the big, fast bow on top. Don't misunderstand: Hopeful endings are an non-negotiable requirement for me. Endings that clip every uneven fringe in one grand gesture and even do away with the pesty, annoying friend without killing her off... a bit too much. But... What did I expect? This is humorous YA ChickLit, this is Fashion Business Craze Light, this is... a novel that made me look forward with pleasure to the next slot of spare time to read. Maybe because of the funny style ("Josie - you came!" She walked over and pulled me into a hug. She was spongy and warm; a human-sized got water bottle that squished in all the right places. ), maybe because Josie mattered to me more that I had anticipated, maybe because I loved to see her triumph inspite of her tendency to botch things up. I cannot say, but that alone elevates the solid-three-stars-plot-and-character-mix to a four-star-reading-experience. "I said I'm crazy about you." "But I'm so -" "It doesn't matter." "And what about my -" "I don't care." "But I like eating Nutella straight from the jar while watching musicals." He laughed.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more
The writing struck at once a chord. It's quite beautiful, really.
Plus, the comprehensive gothic manor-house-package including grinning porcelain dollThe writing struck at once a chord. It's quite beautiful, really.
Plus, the comprehensive gothic manor-house-package including grinning porcelain dolls, chambers full of one-of-a-kind clocks, hidden rooms, cobwebby nurseries, draughty chapels, squeaking trapdoors, ambivalent housekeepers and mute little servant boys has really been polished to a shining perfection.
On top of that, I had already warmed up to the reluctant, but bright and sassy, Cinderella-style heroine, Katherine Tulman, with her astute views on her money-hunting aunt and her toffee-addicted cousin by page six.
Unfortunately all that brilliant brightness seems to have deserted the seeingly sharp girl's head like warmth deserts a cottage through a cracked window by the time she drinks her first cup of sugared tea in her dusty room: (view spoiler)[ This is coincidentally the second book in a row which displays the main character being repeatedly suddenly dizzy or almost drunk and oblivious to things that happened the previous night without realizing that somebody is systematically drugging them. How very, very cumbersome and annoying for the reader to witness the characters being clueless and only marginally concerned. (hide spoiler)] How could she not investigate the matter, when staff members accused her of having been drunk or tipsy on evenings she had no recollections of? Soon I started skimming Katherine's strange dreams and almost everything that happened after lights-out, because those parts appeared to be pointless and avoidable. The second unforgivable piece of the plot was part of the climax.(view spoiler)[ There was really some kind of stupor befalling me, when I noticed that Davey had really drowned in the canal. I certainly expected him to turn up after the chaos of the flooding had been sorted out. (hide spoiler)]
Those little - but in the large context important - details were more or less responsible for my spoiled enjoyment of the cliffhanger-adorned gentry thriller.
I did not choose to read the book for its romantic parts of the plot - I swapped it on a sudden whim without having heard anything about it before - but I cannot complain about them: The love interest is prickly and moody most of the time, but he has certainly every reason to hold back: Katherine has come to the estate to declare his employer insane and thus to turn him out of work and on the street. ["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...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 had sampled the first 25 pages in March and I still was not really sure whether I'd like to read Mim's roadtrip-to-Cleveland story or not. Some elemI had sampled the first 25 pages in March and I still was not really sure whether I'd like to read Mim's roadtrip-to-Cleveland story or not. Some elements were kind of huh?-wacky. But some parts were beautifully phrased. Six weeks later the impressions the chapters had made on me faded and faded and faded ... Not the slightest curiosity remained. I can safely say: I do not need to read it. I won't miss anything life-changing....more