"This story is everything. From dystopian, to contemporary, to zombies to magic to supernatural and pAs I wrote in a previous update/progress status:
"This story is everything. From dystopian, to contemporary, to zombies to magic to supernatural and paranormal shit, honestly there is so much going on. Maybe TOO much."
This is true. There was so much everything that there was not enough development for anything. However, that statement is not as true as the next update/progress status I wrote:
"Jackson is a terrible person. Terrible, terrible, terrible. What the FUCK was the author thinking. Why would she make someone like him the male lead? He's not a hero. Not at all."
This male lead.
I’m not a huge feminist that I think and rant about femininity and feminism or whatever every since time I read a book and write a review, respectively, but what the fuck was this author thinking? Kresely Cole, what the hell? Why would you make an intelligent girl like Evie make her fall in love with a monster like Jackson.
There are no words to say how bad of a person he is.
I read some GoodReads review, and I seriously cannot understand how any reader can go googly-eyed for Jackson. I can’t even understand how and why Evie likes him so much. Sure, the more time you spend with a person, the more you like them, but this is Jackson we’re talking about! He’s NOT a good person!
One quote from this text and you’ll understand how mean of a character he is. (I wish there was an adjective stronger than mean and less than evil, but I can’t find one. So far now we’ll use mean)
(PAGE 241 HARDCOVER): Evie: Did you save me just so I’d sleep with you? Jackson: The idea might’ve crossed my mind! Hell, Evie, you’re probably the last girl on earth for me. Would it kill you to put out?
…and then Jackson leaves the scene, angry because he’s not getting laid.
WOW! What a fucking character.
I have nothing else to say about this shithole guy.
DISREGARDING JACKSON, I enjoyed this book. It was quite original. Yeah, there could have been more development, but the ending makes you want to read the next book.
I don’t think I will though.
I don’t like Jackson at all.
-- Do you have a sunburn, or are you always this hot? ...more
Grahame-Smith most definitely did his research for Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. The thing about this book that really surprised me was the histoGrahame-Smith most definitely did his research for Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. The thing about this book that really surprised me was the history. I thought it would just be like a soft, background thing, but noooo. This is AP United States History I all over again. And I can't believe Grahame-Smith incorporated all this mumbo-jumbo vampire shit into Lincoln's life. Well done, Grahame-Smith. That research probably took you hours, am I not correct? But yeah, that was amazingly done, actually. I can't even imagine how long it took you to create this novel.
HOWEVER, the execution of this book was terribleee. I was bored to tears, LITERALLY. Too little action, and too much boring shit. God. And I didn't really like the epistolary-style after a while. As for the characters, well...there's really only one character: Lincoln. After a while, we just wanted other characters. Not that Lincoln was one-dimensional and boring (ehhh...debatable), but we just wanted someone else to relate to and sympathize with. Too bad every fucking character besides Lincoln were insignificant and irrelevant. Honestly! It was was just like, why were you in this book in the first place???! What was the message the author was trying to point out by having you in this book?
Let's talk about the writing now. BAD. BAD. BAD.
I hate it when authors do this:
“… for I like to pee…”
“… for she ran away laughing…”
"…for I poop…"
“…for I was tired…”
“…for I was scared that we would die…”
“…for the room was dark…”
"…for I didn't like her…"
“…for in that moment…”
THE AUTHOR DID THAT ALL THE TIME!!
Like fuck it! Find another way to describe those things you're trying to describe. God. SO MANY AUTHORS DO THIS. If you follow my reviews, you'll know that this isn't my first time pointing out that dumb style.
SO IN CONCLUSION,
Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter doesn't deserve a one out of five stars because of the author's efforts into creating this book. And plus, the idea is pretty creative.
I can't wait for the movie though! I'm sure it's going to be way better than the book....more
I keep telling myself that it’s going to be different next time. That the next YA paranormal/supernatural romance book I read will blow my mind into aI keep telling myself that it’s going to be different next time. That the next YA paranormal/supernatural romance book I read will blow my mind into a bazillion pieces. But it hasn’t happened to me yet and I don’t think it ever will. Should I stop giving these books a chance? I don’t know, I just don’t know.
The Immortal Rules was nothing special. But believe me, I thought it was going to be. Come on! This story is about vampires and zombies-like creatures (rabids) and humans in a dystopian world. How can that not be interesting? The science-fiction lover in me screamed and the 13-year old Edward Cullen lover squealed. But the story dragged, and in the end, it was nothing different: A girl vampire falls in love with a human boy.
Oh! So amazing! So extraordinary!
Look, if that’s really the case, then I don’t mind the same old pattern too much, but can these authors at least spice it up a little bit? Honestly, the romance in The Immoral Rules was played on way too much. In fact, I think this book was ruined by all this fake lovey dovey stuff. Instalove! Instalove! Instalove! Why do all YA books put romance first? No, no, no!
Allison and Zeke’s relationship was so boring and dull. And it seemed forced. As if Kagawa needed a love interest in order to make this book complete and whole. That’s not true.
I loved Allison’s relationship with her mentor, her sire, Kanin, so much more, a million times more than her relationship with Zeke. (view spoiler)[ Her haunting visions and dreams about her mentor just made their relationship so much stronger. Good Kagawa, good. I liked that aspect of the story. (hide spoiler)]
Boring Zeke. Zeke has no personality. It’s the author’s fault. Zeke has no character development. (view spoiler)[ You know who has great character development? Ruth. Wow, I was so proud of her. I thought it was a complete change in character, but wow. Go, Ruth! (hide spoiler)]
Allison, on the other hand, wow, her character development was amazing. But maybe that’s thanks to the turtle-slow pacing of the book. The Immortal Rules dragged on and on and on! How many months has passed since the first chapter? According to the book, maybe three months? But to me? Maybe half a year to a year? The pacing was so fucking slow that I thought about giving up on this book on more than one occasion. And I did, for your information, get bored to tears. It wasn’t until the last 20% of the book that we actually got some action. And by action, I don’t mean awkward teenagers kissing each other for the first time. Action as in what-the-fuck-is-going-on action and wtf-everyone’s-going-to-die action. That was good.
Kagawa’s book wasn’t horrendous and terrible. It really wasn’t, trust me. I even thought about rating it three stars out of five, but that would be too generous, so I rounded down.
I would talk about the similarities between this and Vampire Knight now but I don’t feel like talking about vampires anymore.
Time to fucking move on!
-- You must be the reason for global warming because you’re hot! ...more
It's something I've been doing since I was in 8th grade.
Anyways, it's sophomore year and I am 15 years old.I always wear shorts under my dress/skirt.
It's something I've been doing since I was in 8th grade.
Anyways, it's sophomore year and I am 15 years old. It's the middle of the day of high school and I'm in the bathroom. This bathroom, however, is special because there's only one stall. The tiles on the wall are an ugly urine/yellow looking color, there's a weird smell that's not exactly pee, but not exactly Marc Jacob's Daisy either, and the faucet is broken, meaning you can always hear small drops of water constantly dripping and dripping and dripping. The mirror is dirty and you can barley see your reflection. Okay, I'm exaggerating the last part, but the mirror was murky and you could clearly see bugs stuck to it. Every girl hated that bathroom. Not only was it not the most pleasant place for nature to call you, but it was located by the band room, choir room, and theatre. That bathroom was like a monopoly. You could only use that one bathroom because it was the only one available in that wing/hallway. Before marching band games and performances, the color guard would spend forever in there, brushing up their makeup and changing, while the band members outside would be whispering curses at them and telling the girls to hurry up. Sometimes, I would come out of the stall and wait a good two minutes or so before washing my hands because some color guard member would be doing whatever color guard members do in front of the sink. During musical season, well, let's just thank the Seven Gods of Westeros I was in the pit band playing my lovely flute/ piccolo.
Although that bathroom was hectic and everyone absolutely hated it, I honestly loved it. If I had to shit, I would go to that bathroom. If I had to throw up, I would go to that bathroom. If I had to pee or wash my bands, I would go that bathroom. I never told anyone this, but I called that bathroom My Bathroom because it felt some personal and homey. I can proudly say that I was the girl who used that bathroom the most--in the entire school. True, my school was pretty small and I graduated with about a 140ish other kids, but no one EVER used that bathroom. Girls purposefully avoided it.
So I'm in My Bathroom and band class is going on. We aren't playing that day, but sitting in theatre. This happens a lot because our band is HUGE and whenever our director has an announcement regarding concerts, marching band competitions, etc, he makes all of us sit in the theatre until he finishes talking. We usually just chill afterwards.
Because we're just chilling now, I go to My Bathroom. After I finish my business, I wash my hands, the usual. I'm wearing a dress. It's black, and underneath that dress, I'm wearing these baby pink shorts. Since I know no one's going to see those shorts because my dress IS black and my dress IS pretty long, I just picked random color shorts that morning. I come out of the bathroom and head back towards the theatre. Lo and behold! My old boyfriend and my crush are both walking behind me.
I'm a pretty proud person, I would say. I'm walking and I lift my chin a little higher and walk with more dignity. I mean, it's not everyday your old boyfriend and your potentially new guy toy have the chance of being with you together at the same time.
The next thing I know, my crush starts snickering. He calls me out, "Nice skir there!"
I turn around and give him my best glare. What did he want with me?
Before I know it, my old boyfriend yells at me to fix my skirt.
And that's when I feel my face flush and flush and flush.
As they pass me by, I catch my reflection from a trophy display case.
That's when I see it.
My skirt is stuck to the inside of my shorts.
And I basically just flashed them my bony, pink ass.
I rather face that embarrassment over and over again, than tell people I really like Twilight.
This book is my guilty pleasure.
And I feel so stupid for liking it, but I like it a lot.
Whenever I read it, my 8th-grade self comes to life and gushes over Edward Cullen and his dazzling smile.