I really just can't imagine that all these adults would be so blasé about a kid who is trying to deal with his friend's death, especially when he wasI really just can't imagine that all these adults would be so blasé about a kid who is trying to deal with his friend's death, especially when he was mostly to blame. And I can't imagine any good counselor seeing someone for a few sessions and then declaring him "adjusted." The idea of teenagers drinking and driving is completely believable but everything that followed didn't seem true to life at all....more
"What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person." My favorite quote of the book.
I'm trying to decide where my feelings"What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person." My favorite quote of the book.
I'm trying to decide where my feelings fall with this book. With TFIOS my feelings were pretty clear-cut: I am sad, beautifully sad. But with Paper Towns, the jury is still out. 18-year-old Emily thinks the idea of escaping and finding yourself is beautiful and true and oh-if-I-could-just-be-that-free-wouldn't-it-be-grand. 27-year-old Emily thinks Margo is a dummy and Quentin is an even bigger dummy for trying to find her! What selfish, selfish teenagers. Q is complaining about no one listening to him, but he's so obsessed with finding Margo that he doesn't even pay attention to his friends! But, I get it. Those feelings from 18-year-old me are still inside, housed deep within, and there's something very poetic about needing to feel like you're more than paper. And about being in love with an idea more than a person. I think these sentiments can be applied no matter where you are in life.
At the very least, wherever you stand on the book, it does make you examine your own relationships. Paper Towns met me at a good time in my life, despite the fact that I'm not a selfish teen. But I am a selfish adult. It's a good reminder that people are more than what we see or what they choose to show us. There needs to be a healthy amount of grace in our relationships with others, and that thought is humbling and beautiful.
I've been trying to write this review for like 10 minutes now. I can't figure out how to phrase what felt off about this book. IMore like 3 1/2 stars.
I've been trying to write this review for like 10 minutes now. I can't figure out how to phrase what felt off about this book. I loved the characters, I loved the Irish folklore and the magic, I loved the sinister villain. But the pace of the story was off. I think it combined too many myths in one book. But overall, great read!...more
A friend gave me really great advice (looking at you, Jordan). She said to just read it. Don't try to think ahead. Just read it. And I did. And wow. TA friend gave me really great advice (looking at you, Jordan). She said to just read it. Don't try to think ahead. Just read it. And I did. And wow. The language of the book distracted me enough, in a good way, so that I didn't want to ruin the ending for myself. I absorbed every word for what it was. I took everything at face value. And I'm glad for that. ...more
I just needed more from this story. More world building, more explanations, more character development, more reasons to make me care what was going onI just needed more from this story. More world building, more explanations, more character development, more reasons to make me care what was going on.
The writing was fine, the plot was fine, but the other elements that made up the story weren't enough to satisfy me. ...more
Things I liked about the book: The setting-mysterious woods, a boarding school that was removed enough from society without beiI'd give this 2.5 stars.
Things I liked about the book: The setting-mysterious woods, a boarding school that was removed enough from society without being totally separate
The mystery-I like the idea of their being these mysterious deaths surrounding the woods, but I'm still not sure how I feel about the mysteries themselves (Iris' story in particular felt weak)
The mood-appropriately creepy and suspicious; I trusted no one.
The puzzle box-who doesn't like a good puzzle?
I really didn't know where this book was going...which good be taken as good or bad.
Things I didn't like/understand about the book: Why the love triangle? I didn't buy the chemistry being Cally and either Alex or Jack. The romance in this story was pointless.
For that matter, Cally's friendship with Sophie didn't seem genuine either. The reader had to be told how much Sophie meant to Cally, but I don't think their friendship was developed enough or written well.
Overall, this book had potential but was kind of a mess. I didn't feel particularly drawn to any of the characters. Mainly because I didn't trust any of them, including Cally. I never got a feel for who she was and because of that, I wasn't rooting for her to succeed in solving the mysteries.
I’m a sucker for a good title. Who amongst us isn’t? In the wumbunculus sea of books that are out there and available to read, I don’t really have theI’m a sucker for a good title. Who amongst us isn’t? In the wumbunculus sea of books that are out there and available to read, I don’t really have the time to hone the art of browsing through my local bookstore/library in the hopes of whatever I lay my hands on will be worth my time. It’s unfortunate, I know. But I think that’s one of those things that falls under the “things you sacrifice when you’re a busy adult” category. Sigh.
When I came across this title, this magically intriguing string of words, I was hooked. Not only that, but the delicate feather that graces the cover adds a lot as well. Judging by the cover alone (which is sometimes necessary, I don’t care what the naysayers say), this book speaks of magic, heartache, and brilliantly concocted words.
Just say the title to yourself: The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender. My, my. Surely, a good story must follow. The title demands no less.
There are a few things that hit me as I started this story. The way the words weaved together was one. The story itself came sneaking by in a close second.
To many, I was myth incarnate, the embodiment of a most superb legend, a fairy tale. Some considered me a monster, a mutation. To my great misfortune, I was once mistaken for an angel. To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost. But I knew the truth–deep down, I always did.
I was just a girl.
A mysterious tale unfolds in which we learn about the mysterious Ava Lavender, her equally mysterious family, her heritage, and how she came to be. To her, she is just a girl. But to those around her, she is a girl born with wings. Wings that cannot be severed, that are irrevocably attached to her muscular, skeletal, and circulatory systems. Puzzled as to why she’s born with such a strange gift, Ava decides to research her family tree in the hopes of discovering who she is and where she came from.
This is a book about heartache. Heartache that extends through generations of women, namely Ava’s mother ,Viviane, and her grandmother, Emilienne, who watch as their families disintegrate, get spurned by those they considered true loves, and how they cling to the past with a fierceness that disables them from living properly. All this is transferred to Ava.
The family is strange, to be sure. But there is no strangeness to their sorrows. Rather, a common theme, a connection, can be felt throughout each character of the book. Walton employs a neat writing technique in that she re-uses certain sentences, tying them to different characters to bind them together in a shared experience.
Overall, the book was a wonderful read. The writing is fairytale-esque and beautiful, the story is appropriately sad, but word to the wise: it’s best to make sure you have a buddy close by after you finish because you will not want to be alone after reading this book.
So why the 3 star rating? While I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, there were a couple hiccups that I don’t want to ignore. The first one is minor. In the prologue, Walton sets up the story of Ava Lavender by declaring that Ava spent a weekend in her local library researching her family tree. I’m assuming she also talked to various family members to piece everything together. She adds in the caveat, “I will be the first to admit that certain facts may have been omitted, long forgotten over time by myself or by other involved parties.” Fair enough. We’re supposed to gather that through this research and through talking to family, she pieces together her family’s history. A history which makes up the book. However, by the time I finished the book, the mention of her doing research at the library really tore me away from the story. I didn’t feel that the idea for the story needed a reason so specific. It robbed the rest of the story from its fairytale feel and I think the story would’ve flowed just fine without it. It’s a nit picky thing, I know, but I can’t stop thinking about it.
My only other issue, and some might call this a big one, is Walton’s use of first person POV. The story is told by Ava, but towards the end of the book, she somehow knows what other characters are doing when she’s not around. She knows their thoughts and intentions and feelings. Maybe she got the information later, which could be the case. But for a certain character, who I won’t say because that would spoil some things, that’s just not possible. Luckily, the story kept me going so it didn’t bother me too much, and maybe someone can shed light on why she did that, but I could see reader’s getting turned off by it.
That said, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender is definitely worth your time. There’s enough distance between the world Walton has created and the one we live in to feel a growing sense of magic, but it’s also grounded in the everyday so that we don’t feel too far removed from our surroundings.