I'm still recovering from the bitter disappointment of the last 200 pages of the first book Ashes. I'll probably read this second installment, hoping,...moreI'm still recovering from the bitter disappointment of the last 200 pages of the first book Ashes. I'll probably read this second installment, hoping, praying, it will be as great as the first half of its prequel. Sadly, not holding my breath though.(less)
Don't we all love snippets? Here are those I've managed to dig up this far:
1. “I am not at your beck and call,” Magnus said...moreMY EMOTIONS! My emotions...
Don't we all love snippets? Here are those I've managed to dig up this far:
1. “I am not at your beck and call,” Magnus said. “I helped with de Quincey because Camille requested it of me, and Will once, because he offered me a favor in return. I am a warlock. And I do not serve Shadowhunters for free.”
2. Will’s eyes met Tessa’s as she came closer, almost tripping again over the torn hem of her gown. For a moment, they were in perfect understanding. Jem was what they could still look each other straight in the eye about. On the topic of Jem, they were both fierce and unyielding. Tessa saw Will’s hand tighten on Jem’s sleeve. “She’s here,” he said. Jem’s eyes opened slowly. Tessa fought to keep the look of shock from her face. His pupils were blown out, his irises a thin ring of silver around the black. “Ni shou shang le ma, qin ai de?” he whispered. (Are you hurt, my love?)
3. “Will!” He turned at the familiar voice and saw Tessa. There was a small path cut along the side of the hill, lined with unfamiliar white flowers, and she was walking up it, toward him. Her long brown hair blew in the wind — she had taken off her straw bonnet, and held it in one hand, waving it at him and smiling as if she were glad to see him. His own heart leaped up at the sight of her. “Tess,” he called. But she was still such a distance away — she seemed both very near and very far suddenly and at the same time. He could see every detail of her pretty, upturned face, but could not touch her, and so he stood, waiting and desiring, and his heart beat like the wings of seagulls in his chest. At last she was there, close enough that he could see where the grass and flowers bent beneath the tread of her shoes. He reached out for her —
4. “If Jem dies, I cannot be with Tessa,” said Will. “Because it will be as if I were waiting for him to die, or took some joy in his death, if it let me have her. And I will not be that person. I will not profit from his death. So he must live.” He lowered his arm, his sleeve bloody. “It is the only way any of this can ever mean anything. Otherwise it is only —” “Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don’t suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away,” Magnus said. “I want more than that,” said Will. “You made me want more than that. You showed me I was only ever cursed because I had chosen to believe myself so. You told me there was possibility, meaning. And now you would turn your back on what you created.”
5. Tessa leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins: he could not feel her skin, only the cloth of the gloves, and yet it did not matter. How you have kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning: the conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer. “You are good, Will,” she said. “There is no one better placed than I am to be able to say with perfect confidence how good you really are.”
6. Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding — of course Will would understand — and she hurried on. “I feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.” “You fear for Jem,” Will said. “Yes,” she said. “And I fear for you, too.” “No,” Will said, hoarsely. “Don’t waste that on me, Tess.”
7. Gideon touched her (Sophie's) cheek, lightly, with the tips of his fingers. “Did you know your name means ‘wisdom’? It was very well-given.”
8. Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?
9. Will rose slowly to his feet. He could not believe he was doing what he was doing, but it was clear that he was, clear as the silver rim around the black of Jem’s eyes. “If there is a life after this one,” he said, “let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.” “There will be other lives.” Jem held his hand out, and for a moment, they clasped hands, as they had done during their parabatai ritual, reaching across twin rings of fire to interlace their fingers with each other. “The world is a wheel,” he said. “When we rise or fall, we do it together.” Will tightened his grip on Jem’s hand, which felt thin as twigs in his. “Well, then,” he said, through a tight throat, “since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.”
10. “Wo wei ni xie de,” he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. “You — made something for me?” Tessa asked. “I wrote something for you,” he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.
11. “You are not really dying,” Will said, the oddest tone to his voice, “are you?”
Oh, and the title of the epilogue is London, 2007, I don't even know how to react to that...(less)
**spoiler alert** What a piece of complete dravel! I really don't understand why there are almost only postive reviews for this??
We have the "heroine"...more**spoiler alert** What a piece of complete dravel! I really don't understand why there are almost only postive reviews for this??
We have the "heroine" Deidre who just happens to be Oh-So-Special-And-Super-Talented-And-Really-Just-Much-Better-Than-Everyone-Else, and we have the "hero" Luke who just happens to be Dark-And-Mysterious-And-Did-I-Mention-16-Million-Years-Old-But-Acts-Like-He-Is-15. They drove me mad, they were so sterotypical and shallow! She, who was supposed to be painfully shy, just lets some random guy hold her hair when she's puking her guts out, and then they go on playing music that's so beautiful angels are crying in heaven, and they hardly even practiced at all! Their connection was just so intense they were able to mindmeld I guess... Please, give me a break.
She was also supposed to be smart, and still when she finds out the guy sitting two feet from her has murdered hundreds of people and she's his next victim, she is all like; "Oh, that's really awful! But you'll get me home safely, right?" GARGH!!! Of course she is so perfect she even manages to create a freaking ice cone much much better than anyone else, she even compares her cones to her colleagues and states her own are so much better and looks overall soooo much more pleasing to the eye. Really? Come on!
And this Luke fellow? He was so creepy, and not in a good way! I would have called for a restraining order, not make out with the guy! They have never met before, and then after the first chapter and the concert (where he plays the flute *snort*), he's everywhere. All. The. Time. Stalker much?
Urgh, I think I lost brain cells reading this... Thing!(less)
The first few hundred pages scared me shitless - it was like reading my own worst nightmare come true. What if everybody you loved suddenly did not re...moreThe first few hundred pages scared me shitless - it was like reading my own worst nightmare come true. What if everybody you loved suddenly did not recognize you anymore? If they turned against you? Your parents, your friends, your crush? What if everybody, not only those you know but strangers as well, turns feral and tries to kill you, without an explanation? This is the reality Cal, Daisy and Brick faces.
This far I am loving the book! I am as freaked out as the characters living it. I'm wondering what the heigh-hay has happened with the world?! Then we get the explanation. And suddenly I am not really loving it anymore. I thought I was dealing with zombies; turns out I am wrong. And I don't like it one bit; usually I am all for supernatural stuff, but in this book it was so... Unexpected! I... No, I did not like it. Therefore I'll give it 3 stars, because I really liked the beginning, but the end just fizzled out for me. (less)
Zooey is seventeen years old and pregnant after being brutally raped during a night partying. Since the rape she has been able to read minds, and the...moreZooey is seventeen years old and pregnant after being brutally raped during a night partying. Since the rape she has been able to read minds, and the explanation to that comes almost five months later when her grandmother comes for a visit; Zooey is a faerie and the heir to the Winter Court. Now she must juggle two guys vying for her attention, her new found status as a princess, her scheming grandmother - and of course the small matter of being pregnant at seventeen.
I've been dreading writing this review, but I feel I have to justify my rating of only one star. A rating I actually feel pretty bad about giving.
This book was a mess, I'm sorry. I noticed numerous spelling- and grammar mistakes, there were missing commas, missing words, "I" instead of "a"; the list goes on. The perspective shifted between several different first person point of views with seemingly random intervals. It could change from Zooey to her main love interest Tristan's POV from one sentence to next with no explanation, or reason, at all - it made for a really confusing and awkward read. If you want to show your story from different perspectives use third person singular, or if you really want to use first person; at least use some kind of divider when switching between the perspectives. Switching in the middle of a conversation is not the best way to go about things.
Editing aside, the story in itself felt very rushed. All the events happened with not nearly enough detail to any of them. There are two major battles in the book - battles that start and finish within 500 words each. The story as a whole would have benefited tremendously with more descriptions of... Everything really! In the end I didn't feel like I knew what anything looked like except for maybe Zooey (we are told, repeatedly, she is 4'9 with waist-long, dark, curly hair) and Tristan.
Sadly, there were also events that baffled, and almost outraged, me. Not too long in the book Zooey's mother is physically abused by her husband and no one does a thing about it, even though they are all witnesses. Instead they jump in a car, drive away and tell Zooey to console her (and I quote): "'[...] Faeries cannot die,' he remarked. 'Annan will be fine.'" Annan being her mother they just left behind to be a human punching bag. Then it's not mentioned again. Really? Really? (And the faeries can't die part? We'll later discover that's a lie. And these faerie are supposed to being unable to lie. I'm confused.)
Don't even get me started on how they handle the rapist when he shows up in the story again...! You'd think people would be beyond pissed and haul his ass of to jail or beat the crap out of him, right? Nope, no such thing. To be fair, some did try to hit him (and rightly so! I'm not even a violent person, but even I have my limits...), but no one actually REALLY told him what he'd done was despicable and wrong - it was eerily accepted as something that had happened and that was that. Wow...
I don't want to spoil too much but there are also killings in the story - with no consequences at all. No bad conscience, no nightmares, no reprimands, nothing...
I do feel I have to mention the sex as well. Yes, there is sex and ironically, the sex is actually described in detail. A lot of details. My problem is not with Zooey having sex, not at all! I actually found that very refreshing, because (hold on to your seats!) teenagers today do have sex. They do and as long as they do it responsibly and not too early in their teenage years (in Sweden the legal age of consent is 15 if the partner too is between 15 and 18. Otherwise it's 18 for both parties.) I have no problems with it. I didn't have a problem with the multiple sex partners either (hell, I've had one-night-stands, who am I to judge?). BUT, and here's the deal, no one ever mentions anything about any kind of protection. Sure, she's already pregnant; BUT THAT'S NOT THE ONLY THING YOU SHOULD PROTECT YOURSELF FROM! I get it, birth control is unsexy, and mentioning it during/right before the act is not fun, but taking the possible consequences are even less fun I would imagine! It just... It bugged me a lot.
Zooey as a character didn't do much for me. She was either acting like a brat or a doormat, sometimes minutes within each other.
I have more to say, but I think this is long enough as it is. The story could have been better with a good editor, as it is right now... I'm sorry. It wasn't for me.(less)
Detta var den första boken jag fick i uppgift att läsa för min universitetskurs, och gissa om jag blev positivt överraskad!
Boken handlar om sergeant A...moreDetta var den första boken jag fick i uppgift att läsa för min universitetskurs, och gissa om jag blev positivt överraskad!
Boken handlar om sergeant Albert och glasmästardotter Sara Videbeck som möts under en resa med ångbåt mellan Stockholm och Linköping. Under resans gång förälskar de sig två i varandra, men Sara vill inte gifta sig med Albert då hon blivit vittne till sina egna föräldrars allt annat än lyckliga äktenskap.
Först utgiven 1839 orsakade den ramaskri då den attackerade det traditionella förhållandet mellan man och kvinna a.k.a. giftermålet.
Jag skrattade högt åt Alberts inre monologer flera gånger (dock vet jag inte om det var meningen, men jag tyckte han var fruktansvärt söt i sina tankegångar), och gillade Sara, även om hon ibland blev lite väl mycket språkrör för Almqvists egna politiska värderingar. Deras förhållande var kanske lite pang på rödbetan, men det gör inte så mycket faktiskt.
På det hela en kort (knappt 100 sidor) läsvärd historia som speglar det svenska samhället på 1830-talet.(less)