Just realized: - I've been reading random books this October. I lost track. Random read #4? - I remember exactly how I first knew about this book whicJust realized: - I've been reading random books this October. I lost track. Random read #4? - I remember exactly how I first knew about this book which was last year, on Twitter, while I was supposedly finishing my first Levithan collaboration, "Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist" - I liked it, didn't love it, but I thought that maybe I have to finish a book he's written on his own first before removing him off my list of hype-to-reads - this is more for myself than for anyone else to read - I've decided that I neither like nor dislike the use of strikethough. But I'm using it here anyway. Appropriate.
I had no idea this was going to be a mystery novel. Hell, I had no idea what it was about. The cover photo made the book seem interesting and with the text on top, I just decided to get on with it. "Every You, Every Me" sounds like a good title for a romantic-filled book, or at least something light with a little humor on the side. I was wrong. Finished it in less than 24 hours, and still unsure of how many stars to give it. Maybe two or three, you made my 24 hours hard for me. Angst, angst, angst. I didn't know what it was about. But after five Levithan reads, I felt like I had to trust the author. I tried I tried I And so I decided to go along for the ride.
We got off to a confusing start. There were a lot of things I did not understand. And I have to admit there were times I was sure I would not really get it, I would never get it, and I started asking myself, am I the only one? Am I? Bits and pieces of the story were all over the place and questions just came flooding in. I think it was one half confusion and one half trust that I continued reading. This book is about acceptance. About closure.
I appreciate the author and his works. His experimental style and his collaborations. But if I owned this book, I would not be able to place it anywhere. Lost with Jennifer Brown's "Hate List" and Jessica Anthony's "Chopsticks". Surely they all have something to do with the mental aspect and that's what bothers me. Because while some books take you one or more steps further and give pieces which somehow fit into your being, I feel like this type of books unintentionally unaware oblivious unconsciously take a few pieces away. It is not their fault, maybe it depends on the reader. But personally, I'm just taking comfort from the fact that after "Every You, Every Me" which was just good, "Every Day" which was great came out....more
Praise for the "A Series of Unfortunate Events" series by Lemony Snicket.
Since book one, Lemony never failed to emphasize the words unfortunate and miPraise for the "A Series of Unfortunate Events" series by Lemony Snicket.
Since book one, Lemony never failed to emphasize the words unfortunate and misery along with other words which give off a rather gloomy and sad effect. I was not a fan of that repetitive narration style. The only reason I stayed and believed in this series was because of the seemingly well-formed plot and the interesting turn out of events as portrayed by the film. I knew very well that the series was meant for children even though I strongly felt like it has been steered wrongly. The books may have been written plainly but in no other way can these books be rightfully likened, and hence justified, to be included in the children literature section.
It was said that when the author was writing the series, he and his editor found it right to publish the books under the narrator's name rather than his. It must have gotten to the point where it felt like he really was writing his own reality, with an accumulation of actual researches and histories, rather than a collection of ideas for a fiction series.
Even after numerous warnings, I was not at all affected by the serious of unfortunate events. It was not until the thirteenth book that it got to me. These are not just books now. To me, they are as real as they can be. And possibly, as real as it ever was for Handler himself. It is deeply upsetting to think that this may be happening right now to anyone in the world, and it may even be more strange to discuss it in this review inasmuch as it relays all the misery the world could ever offer. But ultimately, Handler seems to really get the flow of life. And it is for that reason that I look up to him more now, after reading the entire series.
For having to tell a superb yet truly saddening story, for naturally forgetting his own life while diving into writing someone else's tales, and for intermingling reality and fiction in the most stupendous way.
Barnes wrote, "I was looking for traps, ambiguities, implied insults. There were none - unless straightforwardness itself can be a trap. It was an ordBarnes wrote, "I was looking for traps, ambiguities, implied insults. There were none - unless straightforwardness itself can be a trap. It was an ordinary, sad story - all too familiar - and simply told."
I might be as wicked as Count Olaf or the other two mysterious new villains for wishing that the children would just be asSunny isn't a baby anymore.
I might be as wicked as Count Olaf or the other two mysterious new villains for wishing that the children would just be as bad as their ultimate bane. They should have just let Esme fall into the pit.
As the Baudelaires' unfortunate circumstances fill the tenth book of the series, many mysteries are solved but are still replaced by new ones. And as the Baudelaires reach the V.F.D. headquarters, they think that maybe, just maybe, they had found the answers to many of their lingering questions. After answering three questions, however, they ask themselves the same question. When will these mysteries stop piling up?
Now I wonder, with only three books left, how can the children solve these mysteries?
The Slippery Slope is an interesting part of the whole. I think this is the first book to show more than the others. And for that, this is the best book yet. The Baudelaires learn more about their parents' involvement. They also find an interesting person who they journey with until the end of the book. Apart from their past guardians, we also find out about other people who are believed to be members of the organization. We learn about volunteers who were authors and inventors. We also learn about the lives of the two white-faced women who lost a sibling and their home because of a fire. Yes, the two white-faced women who worked as servants of Count Olaf. And who walked away as they were ordered to throw the youngest Baudelaire off the cliff.
As the Baudelaires and the Quagmire triplet go forward, they realize that even though they're not part of the organization, they were already trained to be volunteers since The Bad Beginning....more
For the first time ever, they are on their own. The Baudelaires are convinced that no one can help them any longer. There's Mr. Poe who does nothing mFor the first time ever, they are on their own. The Baudelaires are convinced that no one can help them any longer. There's Mr. Poe who does nothing more than send them to people who are supposed to be taking care of them but end up.. let's just say they either try to kill the Baudelaire orphans(?), end up getting killed themselves, accuse the orphans of something utterly terrible, or are not brave enough to help the Baudelaires and be their guardian.
Things are not looking up for the children. And as they get further away, they realize that there's no use in going back to Mr. Poe just so he can send the orphans to another guardian who might be as terrible or more terrible than the one before. They take part in the activities of the Volunteers Fighting Disease during the day and live in the unfinished wing of the hospital at night.
For the first time ever, they are on their own. And for the first time since the gloomy and very unfortunate day at the beach, they are separated. And someone gets left behind. More mysteries begin to unfold while others remain untouched. Ultimately, the orphans escape once more and find solace in the most unexpected place. At least "until something better came along." I sat pondering, is something better ever going to come?...more
I've been in bed for two days. During so, I've had two books come and go. "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" and "Will Grayson, Will Grayson".
Stieg LarI've been in bed for two days. During so, I've had two books come and go. "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" and "Will Grayson, Will Grayson".
Stieg Larsson's first book of the Millennium Series had a particularly alluring effect on me the first time I heard about it. It had that title which was meant to give a hint of something in a huge and a not-so-huge effect altogether. After a few months of knowing about it, hearing about it and being interested in it, seeing it once again on the shelves of the bookstore made me realize that I already was tired of it. A sort of like jaded prospect.
I borrowed it from my cousin anyway and was planning on starting when other things distracted me and I intentionally let them. There are some books you knowingly deny (the existence of) and this book was one of them for me. It's like you've always known they are going to be utterly great but go on without noticing anyway. After finishing this, I knew I would hate myself for a few minutes. And I did. But all is OK now.
Will Grayson, on the other hand, came as a shock. I did not know anything about it other than these two facts: there will be two Will Graysons and they will be great friends (or best friends or something like that) Both of which are wrong by the way.
All I can say is, Will Grayson is so gay. Literally. It's funny and original altogether. And I never thought that a magnificent collaboration could come up with such a story. Which is why I am ending this review with a simple message:
Tiny Cooper, I am no Will Grayson and I know my name is far from it. But you are one meaty-funny/funny-meaty person with tons and tons of respect and appreciation and I fucking appreciate you!...more
The Austere Academy is the 5th book in the series, and the second I was not at all familiar with. It tells of the lives of the BaudelaireMemento Mori.
The Austere Academy is the 5th book in the series, and the second I was not at all familiar with. It tells of the lives of the Baudelaires in a different sort of gloomy (although still unfortunate) setting. Reading the series became almost like tedious reading until this book of the series.
Two significant characters, whom I hope will be mentioned again, have been introduced. The triplets who are now just twins, and whose lives are just as unfortunate - the Quagmires.
They also have unlocked a mystery related to Count Olaf which, due to the hasty and ill-fated circumstance nearing the ending, was left heard (and hence made known and/or recalled, replayed or remembered) only by Count Olaf, his two assistants, and the car's rear window....more
There are books written to impart knowledge. Other books are fruits of people's imagination. In other words, some books help you grow your mind. SomeThere are books written to impart knowledge. Other books are fruits of people's imagination. In other words, some books help you grow your mind. Some take you on a journey.
The Obvious and the Paper Girls. John Green paints his characters in a similar way. They all clearly show similarities. Although I've only read Looking for Alaska, I can tell that Miles is like Quentin in a lot of ways. They both fall head over heels in love with this beautiful, "unattainable" girl Margo / Alaska. Radar represents the brain of every group. What are we to do without a Radar? Ben represents a typical teenager whose inner self and/or awesomeness is waiting to be found. That said, having read Looking for Alaska, reading this book clarifies some things partially, if not discreetly, mentioned in Looking for Alaska. Alaska's death was mysterious. And Margo, well, she didn't die. But that isn't what matters here. Although the author dropped false hints about her possibly dying somewhere later in the book, Margo was very much alive.
"But it was the last string. It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left, and every paper girl needs at least one string, right?"
I feel as though she lived only to tell her tale, as well as Alaska's. To answer those questions which were left to linger since 2005, when Looking for Alaska was first published, until 3 years later.
By the way, did anyone notice how cool parents are in his novels? Alaska's parents let her pick her own name and Quentin's parents..
“They’re kind of assholes,” I said. My parents always liked it when I cursed in front of them. I could see the pleasure of it in their faces. It signified that I trusted them, that I was myself in front of them.
This is me referencing, explaining, etc. I saw myself in Margo. I'm not as bad ass, that's for sure. Not as adventurous. But there were times I might have confused my own thoughts with hers, her opinions about her hometown, her friends and just people in general. Her love for music, her love for books, the comfort in going away to read, listen, plan or think and her need to retreat once in a while, the need to go AWOL. These little things connected me to her, and in turn connected me to the book and the message it was trying to relay.
Paper Towns started with this colossal ball of mystery coming at you. It ended with nothing but a clean plate. If there's one thing I learned about Green with this work of his, it's that he's great at tying loose ends. I wanted answers and it's like he willingly handed them all to me in a single paper bag. (Did you see what I did there? With paperrr :D) I'm glad. I could not have asked for a better ending.
Another thing which strikes me as awesome is Green's brilliance when it comes to disappointing me every time that I end up thinking it's just another love story. Every single time I start to think, "Hey I know what happens next", and I start to form all these overused scenes caused by predictable lines in my head he drops this piece of information, facts or trivia, or this hilarious comment or a witty remark. And I end up dropping my jaw instead because it is not at all what I expect.
Moving on, I am pleased with how much information I got from this book. I had no idea what Paper Towns was about and I didn't have a single clue what it meant. And I've always thought of Psychology as a cool field of study but now I feel the need to actually swim in its oceans. I strongly believe in the power of books to impart knowledge. And even more so with their capability to influence change. Paper Towns made me understand some things about human beings, human perspective and human frailty. What I learned, what it made me understand and all in all, what I picked up from this book I could have never learned from other people. And it is not because they cannot, it is because I do not let them. Let's just say I trust books more than people (yes, including those who wrote them books).
There are books written to impart knowledge. Other books are fruits of people's imagination. In other words, some books help you grow your mind while some take you on a journey.