I could try to say something useful and critical and intellectual and whatnot, as you generally should in a review, but really, I'm pretty sure that e...moreI could try to say something useful and critical and intellectual and whatnot, as you generally should in a review, but really, I'm pretty sure that everything there is to be said about this book has already been said. I'll just say that despite the hype and debate and all that bullshit that surrounds the "classics", I genuinely loved this book. I didn't think I would, but I did. Also, I read this article by some author about how Nick Carraway is gay and in love with Gatsby and how that affects his narration, and now I'm kind of convinced that Nick totally hooked up with Mr McKee in *that* scene.(less)
It’s hard to know where to start on this one. I’ve been intimidated by my sheer adoration of Douglas Adams for so long that I’ve put off attempting a...moreIt’s hard to know where to start on this one. I’ve been intimidated by my sheer adoration of Douglas Adams for so long that I’ve put off attempting a review.
Perhaps I should get one thing out of the way first: I am a proud member of the Cult of 42, and a total HGTTG fangirl. Expect gushing and a completely biased lack of criticism.
I know this particular brand of humor isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but to me it’s brilliant. I used to have a serious amount of trouble whenever I was asked the dreaded question so many regular readers are plagued with: “So what’s your favorite book?” My usual reply was something along the lines of “Gee, I don’t know…Uhm…well…I guess…” (I’d go on to recite a list of just about every novel I’ve ever read). Since reading Hitchhiker’s Guide, however, I reply without hesitation: “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. You haven’t read it? Oh, my dear boy, there is a serious gap in your cultural education!...” (Cue me giving a usually unwilling audience a play-by-play of the whole book).
The Earth is destroyed by a race of bureaucratic Vogons to make way for a hyperspatial express route. Arthur Dent, a delightfully British human, is saved, and goes whooshing around the universe with the aid of his best friend, Ford Prefect, who turns out to be an alien from a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelguese (There’s a hilarious footnote on Ford’s real name somewhere). On the way, he encounters some of the most thrillingly funny and original characters in literature-my personal favorite being Marvin the Paranoid Android, a robot who hates the entire universe only slightly less than he despises himself. Depression has never been this funny.
Adams displays a unique mixture of wickedly sharp humor and surreal satire- a blend which was previously unheard of at the time of this novel’s first publication in 1979. It became a ‘surprise bestseller’, but in retrospect it’s really no surprise. The completely original product of a true genius, this novel was irresistible to me the first time I read it as a teenager, and has lost none of its charm in the intervening years. If I was asked the “Desert Island” question, I’d take three copies of Hitchhiker’s Guide.
What to expect: Aliens like you’ve never seen them, laugh-out-loud footnotes, a planet that manufactures planets, a three-armed intergalactic President, a kick-ass spaceship that can do anything but make tea, poetry that’s so bad it actually prompts acts of desperate euthanasia from your internal organs, and, just for kicks and giggles, Adams throws in the Ultimate Answer to Life, at no extra charge.
Lovely absurdity, completely ridiculous in each and every way, and a totally wacky thrill ride. Don’t Panic! (less)
Yet another spellbinding addition to the Wicked Lovely repertoire.
This series is one of the best I've ever read, hands down. It may be lumped in with...moreYet another spellbinding addition to the Wicked Lovely repertoire.
This series is one of the best I've ever read, hands down. It may be lumped in with the 'Teen Fantasy' genre most of the time, but it has a definite adult sensibility that offers a truly unique, and sometimes downright eerie, take on the often (sadly) exploited world of faeries.
Melissa Marr's fae are deliciously gritty. None of that hippie dippie glitter-and-gossamer crapola. Personally, I favor Bananach, the crazy personification of War. Can anybody say 'sociopath'?
The characters are one-of-a-kind, and so rich and well-defined that they practically jump off the page.
If you, like me, prefer your faeries with blood in their teeth and dirt on their hands, this is the fantasy for you.(less)