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
*** I've given up after reading 36% and fast-forwarding to the cliffhanger ending *** Goodness. After reading the initial volume I would NEVER have tho*** I've given up after reading 36% and fast-forwarding to the cliffhanger ending *** Goodness. After reading the initial volume I would NEVER have thought that I would pull the brakes on this series. Never. The mature heroine working in a LIBRARY, the hot, but unjerkish love interest, the refreshing incidents of swearing, the action, the friendship, the angel lore.
But, now I realize that none of the supportive cast except Jude and Daniel have left the slightest imprint on my mind since reading and sufficiently enjoying volume 2, and that the in-minute-details-related, uneventful plot in the Rephraims' Italian Sanctuary that took longer time to read than it took the characters to live (36% covered about 3.5 hours of Gaby's life) swaggered between making me antsy, because I hoped to get a grip on who of all those clonish-and-sexless-seeming half-angels, monks and bikers was who and was pro- or anti-Gaby and did what, and making me feel a painful sort of boredom, because there is one point-of-clueless-and-pissed-off-view, one location including a garden, a mess hall, a shower and a gym, a probably-alive love interest far, far away, almost no monster in sight and a kind of waiting-room-feel to it all (where's my lukewarm coffee and the magazine kiosk?).
Plus, I REALLY thought this would be end of the series and would provide stuff to fill the blanks in Gaby's head (three volumes is enough in most cases, as I am concerned. Move on, authors, move on, already!), and suddenly I had to discover that the drudgery third I had been ploughing through was just the beginning of a filler volume somewhere in the middle of the saga. Thanks a lot.
Good for me that I only invested in the cheap Kindle version. Nobody seems to know the series here in Germany. That means swapping or reselling a paper copy would surely be a pain in the brain....more
*** Read 153 pages and stopped *** Unfortunately it turned b-o-r-i-n-g fast - after a quirkily promising, sci-fi-chicklitty start.
Equally unfortunate*** Read 153 pages and stopped *** Unfortunately it turned b-o-r-i-n-g fast - after a quirkily promising, sci-fi-chicklitty start.
Equally unfortunately I belong to that category of readers who simply cannot stand a handsome-but-utterly-brainless hunk as the ultimate love interest of a mechanical whiz kid. A hottie so devoid of thinking cells that he has to consult a digital short introduction to the history of his people when explaining his own background to a newbie. And to see the heroine balancing out her social and sexual needs by keeping a nerdy-and-kind male bestie at hand doesn't make me feel better about it.
I know "Mothership" is meant to be a satire I and I applaud the idea of it. But when certain things scratch my reader's antenna the wrong way I am unable to go with the fun....more
***3.5?*** Juneau and Miles were cute together, some things - the Encyclopedia-Britannica-based education and the homeless oracles - were lovely, and***3.5?*** Juneau and Miles were cute together, some things - the Encyclopedia-Britannica-based education and the homeless oracles - were lovely, and some things that bugged me first were explained later on. But, hmmm. I need to think about it....more
Maura would say "That's the universe calling for you on line two, Orla" or something like that [...]. In the next room over, Orla was talking to eithMaura would say "That's the universe calling for you on line two, Orla" or something like that [...]. In the next room over, Orla was talking to either her boyfriend or one of the psychic hotline callers. With Orla it was difficult to tell the difference between the two sorts of calls. Both of them left Blue thinking she ought to shower afterwards.
”The Raven Boys” has been one of the books I anticipated so much that I placed a pretty early preorder on the hardcover. And, if you look at my status updates, you can see that I breezed through it in practically no time, because I did enjoy reading it and did not want to read other books in between in order to wait for my group of reading buddies to catch up.
Right from the start I loved heroine Blue Sargent, the likeably different non-psychic in a small-town, all-female household of delightfully wacky, but genuine tarot-card-reading fortune-tellers, without reserve and glued myself to her every move. Her family was like a mix of the Obermeiers in “Olfi Obermeier und der Ödipus” and the Delaneys in “The Secret Life of Sparrow Delaney”, but in contrast to the hero and the heroine in the before mentioned novels, Blue feels perfectly comfortable being her mother’s offspring and contributes to her family’s business, too: Her presence is like an amplifier for everything spiritual, magical and life-energy-related. Blurry visions get clearer, spirit voices get louder and ley line energy flows freely when Blue is in the vicinity. I looked extremely forward to the possibility of wonderful Blue falling in love with a boy and struggling hard against her emotions, because her cards again and again predicted the too-early demise of a boy she will kiss. I was eager to meet the mysterious boy who had only one year or less to live: The doomed boy, whose spirit appeared to Blue on St. Mark’s Eve on corpse road.
And here is where my rainbow-colored balloon was condemned to slowly deflate: Although mystery boy Gansey and his friends Adam, Ronan and Noah, who - like him - are Ivy-League-bound students of the prestigious, private boarding-school Aglionby, are far from being cardboard characters, I didn’t fall for them at all. Their sharp angles and their unique edges failed to evoke my interest and their Holy-Grail-like quest to locate the exact route of one of three criss-crossing ley lines, and consequently the secret burying ground of the corpse of the Welsh legend Glendower, seemed pretty random, forcefully molded to fit to the rest of the story and artificially constructed altogether. The use Gansey - and his evil competitors, too - had for the power granted to the person responsible for ancient Glendower’s reawakening was eventually explained, but it did not convince me as far as the degree of obsession and urgency was concerned.
In addition, there was - contrary to the book flap's promise - no true love in sight. Blue is described as a very sensible person, who is determined not to fall in love, because she does not want to be the cause of someone's death. Her frightened realization, that steeling her heart against love - which unerringly will find a crack to slip in anyhow - did not have the slightest effect at all, could have been an extraordinary drama to behold. But Stiefvater chose the route of lukewarm first attraction for one boy, whose attentions are kind of welcome and gratifying, and a curiosity-based, growing familiarity lined with bickering and headed towards a friendship between like-minded persons for another one, who at first seemed to be incompatible. In short, that means: No passion for Blue in volume one, but seeds in the soil for a solid love-triangle in volume 2.
By the way, volume 2: Quite a number of questions remained unanswered and quite a lot of puzzles stayed unsolved. I do not mind a book that leaves room for a sequel. (“Shiver”, for example, has been such a book for me. I could read “Linger”, if I ever felt like it, but I do not have to.) But I resent books that make no sense on their own. “The Raven Boys” does not really end on a cliffhanger, but you cannot fail to notice that the story is incomplete.
I guess I will enjoy reading the sequel eventually. But I can assure you that nothing will seduce me into preordering the hardcover. My hardcover copy of “The Raven Boys” is back on the market, by the way. I see no sense in keeping it. A lovely cover alone does not earn my precious shelf space. All in all: A good read, but also a disappointment. ...more