Wickedly intense. I really liked this more familiar/traditional concept of vampires than what's been the rage recently (you could say it's closer to CWickedly intense. I really liked this more familiar/traditional concept of vampires than what's been the rage recently (you could say it's closer to Count Dracula than Twilight). There wasn't much world description, but it's clear that it's in some parallel world to ours. Another thing, I didn't mind it because it was a pretty action-driven short story.
This is a really short story and it leaves lots of ideas to interpret.
I sort of shy away from aliens and spaceships and a 'universe/outer space' settiThis is a really short story and it leaves lots of ideas to interpret.
I sort of shy away from aliens and spaceships and a 'universe/outer space' setting. The Green Lantern was wasted on me, and I still have the stereotypical image of green aliens landing on earth in a frisbee-like mothership. There's also The Masterchief, who was lost in Mars or some other planet. I think that any guy that looks like this is an alien and I still don't understand why my best friend has his picture on her desktop:
But this is about human emotions. The world might be unfamiliar and absurd -though seamlessly written and all the cliche compliments- yet the emotions felt by the blue-purple narrator is disctinctly relatable.
1) It's Not That Bad. 2) After reading of Amelia's abnormal crush-bordering-on-obsession, sixteen doesn't sound aGot three things on my mind right now:
1) It's Not That Bad. 2) After reading of Amelia's abnormal crush-bordering-on-obsession, sixteen doesn't sound as great as I thought it was on my last birthday. 3) There's no happy ending--actually, there's no real ending. 4)Don't you love my italics?
I always have a lot to say when I'm done with a book, but the heat must be getting to my brain or something because I can't write a word without feeling like I just drained what was left of my intellect to non-existance.
So until school starts and writing three essays a day becomes as easy as drinking water, I'll keep things real short.
I had high expectations since it's an aussie book and I've never been disappointed by one yet and maybe this was what made it all worse.
Amelia is going through a childish obsession with an older guy at the age of fifteen. Maybe Laura Buzo wrote Amelia a little immature because she thought that most teenager girls at this age are the same.
I was at the age of thirteen (not too long ago, sadly) when I realized that boys weren't really a different species. I went through the motions and the hormones and cooled off soon. Guys? I wouldn't be the least bit interested now. This is why I couldn't relate to Amelia much -although my thirteen year old self did.
Good Oil doesn't blindly revolve around the topic of romance; it approaches feminism, flirts with classics, tries to break the idea of cliche, and denies the concept of a definite ending.
I know it's vague but I think it's a spot on description of what to expect.
Now I'm off for some good sleep because I'd spent all night reading this....more
عندالصفحة الأولى ستظن بأنك ستقرأ كتاباً من وجهة نظر متشائمٍ يرمي بمنهجه السوداوي إليك و لكن الكتاب -إذا دققت فيه و قرأت بين السطور- يروي قصة كل إنسانعندالصفحة الأولى ستظن بأنك ستقرأ كتاباً من وجهة نظر متشائمٍ يرمي بمنهجه السوداوي إليك و لكن الكتاب -إذا دققت فيه و قرأت بين السطور- يروي قصة كل إنسان حاول أن يتناسب مع القالب الذي وضعه المجتمع فيه فوجد بأنه لا يستطيع إحتواءه بكل أفكاره و أحلامه, ربما هذا الذي دفع عمرو إلى هذه الحالة من الإكتئاب و عدم الرضا من كل شئء.
"خذلت نفسي، وخذلت أحلا الآخرين في كل عامٍ وأنا لستُ أنا.."
ينسى الوالدين و الأقارب و المدرسين بأن لهذا الطفل الصغير أحلاماً و قصصاً يريد أن يعيشها فيضعونه أمام الأمر الواقع بتوقعاتهم. من الفصول العديدة قي الكتاب و القصيرة جذبتني قصة بعنوان "خرافة السر" و التي سردت يوم رجلٍ يدعى عباس و الذي كان معدماً فقيراً و لكنه أضاع نفسه في الوهم عندما قرر أن يعيش كما يتخيل في عقله فقد أراد أن يصدق بأنه مليونير و أنه يملك العديد من البدل رغم البدلة الواحدةالتي يملكها - تلك التي غاصت قي دولابه من شدة فراغه, و كأن الكاتب يقول بأن العيش بعيداً عن الواقع سيجلب له السعادة.
في نهاية الكتاب لم أتذكر أي شئٍ عن كتاباته غير المشاعر و الأحاسيس التي استطاع عمرو أن يشاركها معنا و ربما كان هذا مراده. لن أربت على كتفه إن رأيته و لن أبدأ بنصحه و وعظه فقد تعلمت من قبل بأن النصائح لا تجدي نفعاً و لكن جل ما سأقول له هو: "أنا أفهمك"
I was reminded of one story (I think it was on Oprah) about a brother and a sister that were married for twenty years and had no idea they were even rI was reminded of one story (I think it was on Oprah) about a brother and a sister that were married for twenty years and had no idea they were even related. You can't start to imagine how shocked I was. Not to mention: ew.
Reading Forbidden is the same as watching a gore-ish horror movie through your fingers, completely fascinated yet disgusted to bits. Yes people, you'll have a love-hate relationship with this book.
I kid you not when I say it's depressing. The kind of depressing that makes you think the world is cruel and life is bleak. It will push on your heart like a heavy rock. Just terrible.
Never thought there'd be a day when I'd say this, but this made me think of how unfair and judgemental everybody is about issues like incest. I'm not asking people to agree to incest (hell no), but to try to understand the source of the intense emotion that can overcome the boundries between brotherly love and the normal, hormone-induced love-love.
Forbidden has taboo written all over, but it's no reason to steer away from it. ...more
I'm no newcomer to poetry, but it was challenging to read Cloud of Ink.
Klatt’s poems are thickly-laced with all possible figures of speech that comeI'm no newcomer to poetry, but it was challenging to read Cloud of Ink.
Klatt’s poems are thickly-laced with all possible figures of speech that come to mind. It took me a couple of times of reading through to grasp at least half of one poem’s meaning.
I didn’t mind having to look up almost every word of the first couple of poems, and rereading them so many times just so I can figure out what the poet is saying; but it’s certainly not entertaining or amusing to keep doing that for the next seventy pages or so.
The poems here just killed a lot of brain cells of mine as I was trying to figure out what opera gloves of ink were supposed to represent, or what is up with fences compared to white chickens. If Klatt had anything meaningful to say, he could’ve said it in a million different ways, instead of making it an unfair race between a rabbit and a turtle.
There is almost no chance of knowing what he means by almost all his poetry; it is extremely vague, representing what seems to be a group of half-polished ideas.
I haven’t enjoyed the book, I haven’t got anything out of it—except for a few new words to add to my vocabulary maybe. It all goes back to style and method and taste in the end, but it didn’t work out for me.
Jamie hears about all kinds of trouble, about girls that get pregnant. At a time when pregnancy out of wedlock is something to be ashamed of, when peoJamie hears about all kinds of trouble, about girls that get pregnant. At a time when pregnancy out of wedlock is something to be ashamed of, when people look at you like you’ve done the unthinkable and call you names, Jamie finds out her best friend is one of those girls in trouble.
This is not only a story of teenage pregnancy; it’s a story of prejudice and ignorance. It’s a time when someone is condemned and imprisoned for speaking his mind; when people integrate the whites from the colored even though everyone’s born the same.
Jamie and Elaine are both naïve and childish, Elaine being the most silly of the two. I first thought Levine wrote her characters too young for them to be sixteen, but that kind of gullibility is what made the situation all the more horrifying.
It’s not a case of they knew the consequences but they still did it, it’s a matter of they didn’t know any better. Parents just have their sex talk too late, or never talk about it at all. At school, all they take is how an egg is fertilized, just not the details. There are no counselors to help them, no teachers or parents to explain to them that most guys just look for sex.
The society gives these girls the silent, outcast treatment, but they never ask about the father. No girl gets pregnant on her own. It just makes it all easier to guys to dump the girl and find another catch. Harsh, but true.
I had a hard time imagining the story to be in the fifties. There was talk of politics and Elvis when he just came to be famous, but that wouldn't be something most people would be able to relate to. Not to forget the use of letters and strange phone codes, but still, I had to remind myself at times that this supposedly happened sixty years ago. A star was lost for a not so believable time period.
There were a lot of complaints about the writing style, but I found nothing wrong with it. It actually reminded me of Judy Blume’s stories, even though Ellen Levine has a better grip on storytelling. I just loved the way the narration gave us a view into a troubled, sixteen year old girl’s mind; into her thoughts and struggles.
The topic is hard to stomach -a hit or miss book- but it does leave a lot to ponder over.
Melina Marchetta's books make me want to laugh, smile, frown, and cry at the same time. How she does it is a little of a mystery. Or maybe it's so subMelina Marchetta's books make me want to laugh, smile, frown, and cry at the same time. How she does it is a little of a mystery. Or maybe it's so subtle I don't take notice of it.
I love Frankie, Tom, Will, Justine, Siobhan, Tara, Jimmy, Luca, Mia, Bob the builder. And even Mr. Brilon. Each one of them takes over your heart and you feel like you want to meet these people in real life. They're so bizzare and complex in their own way. I lost count of the times I wanted to be right there with them, laughing over this and fighting over that.
And I was laughing so hard my tummy hurt, and was almost brought down to tears at the end. It's just so strange.
All these people together feel like a blanket sewn of several parts of different clothing. And there's place for everybody.
This book reminded me so much of why I love writing. I want to be able to write something like this, that would take over people's hearts and speak to them. Make them happy and giddy with just words.
I think I'll keep this book for times I feel really unhappy so that this would put a smile on my face.
I can't wait for the next Marchetta book and I hope she doesn't disappoint....more