"So? She's smart and she knows about floorboards. I bet she knows about computers, too." My last update around the 38% mark had been "PLEASE remind me...more"So? She's smart and she knows about floorboards. I bet she knows about computers, too." My last update around the 38% mark had been "PLEASE remind me never to read a Lili Wilkinson again. It's a very subjective thing, but consistent: I hate all the guy characters, do not connect to the girl ones and get irritated by the mystery/stetting/story/world/whatever. I am not sure whether I will finish the strange love story/wacky job/creepy people story or not." What has changed since then is: I am now pretty sure that I will not venture into the novel again.
Originally I started to read the book, because the latest Goodreads Young Adult Book Club Challenge demands that the participants read a YA book about a character who has a "fun job". Well, not everybody can become a librarian. Therefore magician's assistant sounded rather special and interesting to me, although Wilkinson's taxidermy intern in "A Pocketful of Eyes" also turned out to be more or less forgettable in spite of all her sleuthing activities among the fur, the dusty glass beads and the glamorous depths of the museum she worked at.
Sage's job at Armand's, the teen-boob-addicted, introverted, second-class traveling magician, consists of cleaning the theater, out-traying the bills and setting up a homepage with a ticket-booking-system. There is some unease concerning her family, whose formerly plush finances - along with her parents' relationship - seem to have suffered a drop so Sage has to earn money to pay for her coveted photography course. Since she is new in town and school hasn't started yet for her, she is grateful for stage hand Herb's - an indiscernible, ambitious, oily creep/jerk/mr-hansom, who is obviously not to be trusted, but counts as a fitting love interest for low-expectations-Sage anyway - flirty advances and braggery or the rare camaraderie of otherworldly beautiful, sad, superstitious and obviously physically abused (by whom seems to be one of the questions) assistant-in-sequins Bianca, who Herb at least verbally treats like dirt.
That means Sage is more or less an underage underpaid secretary, whose Photoshop skills magically make her competent in all fields of computer and accountancy tasks, too. And it means Sage might have an eye for camera-worthy beauty, but, like all other Wilkinson-heroines I've met, has huge problems with common sense and character judgement.
But the most important thing is that Wilkinson cannot make me care or even rage about that deficiency. There is no magic at all in setting, story or social interaction. So. PLEASE nudge me hard and noticeably the next time I put one of her seemingly interesting titles on my wishlist. Will you? Thanks!(less)
I had swapped this on a sudden whim and now, now I am completely baffled by how much I loved reading it. I have to clean the appartment and bake a tar...moreI had swapped this on a sudden whim and now, now I am completely baffled by how much I loved reading it. I have to clean the appartment and bake a tart, but I am still sitting around in my pajamas because I was shortening and shortening the minimum amount of time I need to get things done - only because I did not want to put Marcelo aside. His story has - much to my surprise - turned out to be powerfully addicting. Don't you love these little wonders you come across as an unsuspecting reader? Although I crave them, they shock me again and again.(less)
*** 2.5 stars, beware of slight spoilers *** In contrast to other equally unenthused readers I did not mind the heroine's character or her obsession w...more*** 2.5 stars, beware of slight spoilers *** In contrast to other equally unenthused readers I did not mind the heroine's character or her obsession with locating her absent mother and her unfazed belief in the creditability of the yearly sent promises of returns/visits and souvenirs of various places that populated the gushy birthday cards, which stopped coming in after she turned fourteen. The human mind is a very flexible and powerful thing. Everybody copes with loss and desaster in his or her own way (see 'Fangirl').
For me the extraordinary predictability, the absolutely unnecessary your-body-is-your-temple-crap mantraed by Nanny-the-granny, and the unmistakingly selfish and career-addicted Dad, whose disinterested and choleric behavior is later revealed to be just a misinterpretation or unconsciously tweaked remembrance of his attention-craving daughter, account for my unwillingness to pronounce the reading experience to be better than altogether o.k.(less)