It has been a long time since I have written a review, so do foregive me if my complaining skills turn out to be rusty. I found this book on my shelf,...moreIt has been a long time since I have written a review, so do foregive me if my complaining skills turn out to be rusty. I found this book on my shelf, and it has been a while since I have read a number by Quinn, so I though, "Why the heck not anyway?"
Good lord. No wonder I subconciously never went back to Quinn.
This book is the second instalment to the Splendid series. I found the first book mildly palatable, and Anna seemed like a pretty decent woman, so I was curious to read up on her story (no comment on why my "curiousity" left this book rotting on my shelf for more than 2 years). In this book, Anne meets a neighbour,a surly ex-soldier who walks with a limp. Her possible status as a single-woman, as well as hormones, urge her target this poor poor guy to annoy flirt with. Sounds interesting right? Not really.
The blurb of this book hides the fact that there is no plot. Anne was somewhat endearing in the first book, but now, what was once a charmng and rambunctious woman has now turned into a full-blown henwit who doesn't know when to back off. How I managed to stay on is a story in itself altogether.
As for dear John - I get it, trying hard to prove one's worth, especially when so little is demanded - and expected - from one in the first place. But good heavens, for all your dedication and determination, your "interest" in Anne just killed my growing respect for you to the roots.
The writing was alright, but with a storyline as interesting as that in a bad chick flick movie, the end result fails to measure up. While I have had a few pleasing experiences with Quinn's novels, this one returns my Quinn collection back to the forgotten corner of my shelf once again.
This book is probably the only book that could make me sad and laugh and the same time. This book is only another reason, apart from Finikkin of the R...moreThis book is probably the only book that could make me sad and laugh and the same time. This book is only another reason, apart from Finikkin of the Rock, that proves why Marchetta is probably one of the best authors in this industry. There is something impeccable about the way she writes, how her style is deliberately off-handed to conceal something so much deeper and thoughtful. She is not only an amazing writer, but also an amazing story-teller.
The story introduces us to Taylor, a young girl troubled by a past she can't remember but is affecting the way she values her self worth. She believes that the answers lie in finding her mother - again after hr first attempt was foiled by a uber-hot guy whom she met at the train station that day.
The characters - how I love them! In the best way describable, they were all so broken, so hurting. They all broke my heart and patched it up again.
The story was unclear for me in some aspects, there were some issues I raised eyebrows at - is this house rivalry thing feasible in the present day? - but with Marchetta and her mastery in writing, the story does more than hold its own. This book was not necessarily an easy read, and my head is still reeling from what it has just gone through, but I know that this book has changed me in ways I still have to figure out. Another masterpiece by Marchetta.
I hear that a movie on this book will be produced soon. I don't think I can watch it. I'm afraid that it fails to portray the inner turmoil and depth of this story. Then again, I'm afraid it might be good. I can't bear to watch all this pain and anguish play out on the silver screen - and go through all this sorrow again. (less)