I really wanted to love this book. I love the world and the idea behind it, and the first book in the series was fantastic. But this one just felt offI really wanted to love this book. I love the world and the idea behind it, and the first book in the series was fantastic. But this one just felt off. The characters were shallow and stereotypical - not archetypal - and there really wasn't an inciting incident to move things along. I kept waiting on something to happen, and it never did.
This isn't the first sequel to feel this way, and some of my favorite series have been broken up by lackluster second installments, so I keep hope alive that the third one will end with some oomph.
It's not really a bad book, though. It's just uninspired. Which is disappointing because there was so much promise in it based on the first in the series....more
I read the serial version of the book, but it's well worth it. It was way better than the last couple in the series, I think, and I really did enjoy hI read the serial version of the book, but it's well worth it. It was way better than the last couple in the series, I think, and I really did enjoy hopping in and reading each new episode as they were released. As a whole novel, it may not be as exciting because the newness of each installment really did keep me going. It was disjointed, but in a good way that eventually tied together. I really hope there's a sequel because this is the kind of Scalzi that I love, and I feel it was a much stronger book than Redshirts....more
Not used to having a Ya book hook me like this. The magic system and world are intriguing but they don't get fleshed out as much as I'd like. There arNot used to having a Ya book hook me like this. The magic system and world are intriguing but they don't get fleshed out as much as I'd like. There are moments that really get me emotionally invested in the characters, even though--for the most part--they conform to Ya archetypes, and so does the plot. I will definitely read more as they are released.
Honestly, the reason this is 4 instead of 5 stars from me is that I read it almost directly after Way of Kings, which is a monster epic. If this had been read at any other time as I worked through Sanderson's library, it would have been higher stars.
I did miss Hoid, though. Did I just not see him? Or was this not a direct connection to the Cosmere, despite being set in Sel like The Emperor's Soul?...more
I've been a fan of Sanderson for a while now, and I'd put off reading this book. I now wish I hadn't. Of anything he's written, this is the most intimI've been a fan of Sanderson for a while now, and I'd put off reading this book. I now wish I hadn't. Of anything he's written, this is the most intimidating, but the most rewarding. If you take everything that made Mistborn, Elantris, and Warbreaker amazing novels, turn up the intensity and add in a diegetical narrative that hints at Tolkien-level worldbuilding, you have an idea of what Way of Kings is.
I honestly can't remember the last time I stayed up late to keep reading a book, but WoK made me. I had to get through, and I had to see what happened. I cared about the characters and the world, and unlike most books of this length and structure, there wasn't a single PoV character that I despised. Usually, I hate at least one PoV character in this kind of book. But not here.
If there was one complaint I have, it would be that the interludes are too few and far between. I love the alternative storylines that were explored through the interludes, but I think the novel could have done with another one or two because those narratives felt a little unfinished because of their scarcity. Though, doubtless, those are also threads that will be expanded once Words of Radiance (Book 2) is released later this year.
All in all, I am glad I finally got through Way of Kings, and while I wouldn't suggest it to be the first Brandon Sanderson book someone reads, I do think that it should be intermixed earlier through his library than I have. Because now I have to wait to read more of his work, and after finishing a book as good as this, that's a pretty tall order. ...more
Disclaimer: I was provided an advance review copy of The World's Strongest Librarian from Josh's publicist at Gotham Books. It has in no way influenceDisclaimer: I was provided an advance review copy of The World's Strongest Librarian from Josh's publicist at Gotham Books. It has in no way influenced this review.
When I started blogging, I had no idea what I was doing. So I read lots of lists of must-follow bloggers. One name that was ubiquitous was Josh Hanagarne and his blog The World's Strongest Librarian. After scrolling through a few posts, I was hooked. I subscribed to his newsletter and RSS feed, and as the updates came, I learned more and more how to blog from Josh.
I was even lucky enough to have a book review hosted on his site--The Lies of Locke Lamora for anyone who's interested.
Since then, Josh and I have kept in periodic contact through Twitter and Facebook, and one day I logged into Google Talk, and he asked me how my book was going. My response was something along the lines of "great, but stressful. How's yours?" and the conversation turned into him offering me a review copy. I accepted, and here we are.
Fast forward a few months, and the ARCs have shipped, and I have a shiny new hardcover all to myself.
I finish the book I'm reading and dig right in. A couple days later, I finish the book, and I wanted to read more. It was a phenomenal.
Now let me make this perfectly clear: I don't like nonfiction. I don't particularly care for memoirs. In fact, the only other memoir I can remember reading is Tina Fey's Bossypants, and even my wife bought it and read it first. So when I say that The World's Strongest Librarian is phenomenal, please understand what that means coming from me.
For those of you who don't know, Josh Hanagarne has Tourette Syndrome, grew up Mormon, and works in the Salt Lake City Public Library as a reference librarian.
Between stories of funny library happenings, we get insights into his family life and religious past, as well as his take on the cult of the kettlebell and strength training in general. The book is s funny and well-written, simple and easy-to-read.
And I'm probably biased. On a number of counts.
Josh recounts his childhood of dealing with Tourette's, going to chuch and how the LDS church is different from--and the same as--most other churches. He talks about being bookish and loving to read, never really going anywhere without his books and how he fell in love with them, and how they provided him solace when his Tourette's and other kids were unrelentingly terrible.
And as soon as I started reading, I could relate. Because like Josh, I was the book-loving Mormon kid who people made fun of and found solace in his books. Only I didn't have Tourette's--I was just fat. So from the very beginning, I felt like I had a connection with the author. I understood his frustrations with church life and the demands placed on teenage boys to go on a mission. I knew what it was like to be the kid who ran out of books in his elementary school library and have teachers buy extras just so I could have something to read. I knew what it was like to nosedive into a book to ignore kids on the playground as they made fun of me.
And since my wife does programming and publicity at a fairly large public library, I looked over at her as I read and said, "Reading this is like having a conversation with you about your day at work."
Everything Josh said, from his crises of faith to his morbid love-affair with Stephen King's fiction, I understood. So I was invested in finding out what happened next for the guy. I didn't just care about the story he was telling. Because of our overlapping backgrounds, I cared about him.
Just a Guy
In the end, it's refreshing to read a memoir of someone who is just a guy. I mean, most memoirs fall into a couple of categories: major celebrities and dysfunctional screwups. You either have to be crazy awesome to have people want to read your story or you have to just be so crazy people will be fascinated by it.
Luckily, Josh's story doesn't fall into that category. He's just a guy who had some pretty tough stuff to do deal with, and he wrote a book about it. I like that. I like that a lot. There really needs to be a lot more books written by nice people about being nice people.
In the book, Josh said his dad referred to the Mormon church as the Church of Don't Be a Dick. And that's a pretty good way to describe the whole outlook of the memoir, too. It's 300 pages of how to have some really crappy things happen to you and not turn into a dick because of them.
If I can think of anything being worth reading, that is.
If you're interested, you can buy The World's Strongest Librarian at Amazon. Or check it out from your local library. There's something wonderfully tasteful about doing that, I think....more