Milan finally did it, she finally wrote a five star novella without any of the issues I had with, The Duchess War, the first full length novel of the...moreMilan finally did it, she finally wrote a five star novella without any of the issues I had with, The Duchess War, the first full length novel of the Brothers Sinister series. The pacing was just right, the background information in relation to the rest of the series was concise, the characters were charming and true to their own internal logic, there were great quotes, and the relationships to the secondary characters were poignant. My only gripes are about the sex scene, but really, after the awkward (view spoiler)[virgin (hide spoiler)] sex nothing reads quite the same.(less)
This took me back a decade or two. The writing and the story were like something I used to read when I was still “borrowing” Mum’s Harlequins, and alt...moreThis took me back a decade or two. The writing and the story were like something I used to read when I was still “borrowing” Mum’s Harlequins, and although I enjoyed the nostalgia, I’ve moved on. Not only did the references to a then popular TV show, the gay jokes, and the playful ixnay to kink date the book, they made me think less of it. Well, maybe not the ixnay to kink as much as the name Grey’s Anatomy.
There were good things too, like how after realising the root of their misunderstanding the main couple actually acted like two adults instead of throwing hissy fits for added drama. Maddy’s reservations and reluctance to trust and Jake’s certainty stemmed from their characterisations instead of appearing from nowhere.
I didn’t particularly enjoy the sex scenes—which is ironic considering the imprint and its purpose—but that’s par for the course with my history in fanfiction smut reading.
More than anything, this reminded me of why I used to only give three stars or less to even the best Harlequin novels.(less)
Blame it on bouncing back from a five star book or blame it on taste differences in writing styles, but this book simply wasn’t for me.
I haven’t read the other The Keepers-series Graham co-authored with Alexandra Sokoloff and Deborah Leblanc, but I did like the paranormal world presented here. The set up was unfortunately—or fortunately depending on your point of view—delivered in an infodump prologue and it actually made me curious about the Others blending in the masses of non-believing humans. More importantly, it made me want to read about an elven character.
However, I was quickly disappointed. The world building I liked—the idea of keepers ensuring the peace among other races of paranormal creatures—but I couldn’t connect with the characters. Graham filled the beginning with repetitious lines and descriptions that quickly eroded my interest. As I read further, the less I cared about Rhiannon and Brodie, their budding relationship, and the mystery they were trying to untangle. I couldn’t even be bothered to look for the clues for the killer as I speedread through the rest of the book. On the positive side, my disinterest prevented me from absolutely hating the book.
I’m guessing that if you’re familiar with Graham’s previous work and like it, you’ll enjoy this novel too.
I received an Advanced Readers Copy of this book from the publisher through NetGalley.(less)
I may or may not have found my new favourite author.
There’s a reason Harlequin Superromances sell so well in Finland, better than Blaze or any other kinky ultra hot sex series or imprint. The impact of naked skin kind of evens out when you get used to seeing it regularly in the sauna. And we have those long winter nights and comfy blankets in our beds… anyway, it’s all about the story.
Here, two adults in their thirties meet at a point in their lives that isn’t particularly auspicious for romantic entanglements. One desperately wants a family but isn’t ready to commit to a man to have it, and another is trying to build a new start for his life. It’s a good thing then that they don’t know anything about each other and can discover together what the future holds for them. But as I said, the timing isn't the best possible and their past mistakes are about to catch up with them.
I made a list of all the things I loved about this book and it’s as disorganised as are my thoughts, still. I loved the wit and humour Bliss infuses her text with. Jokes are a delicate thing to write especially when the audience doesn’t necessarily share the cultural context with the author, but here:
”It wasn't that he had a five o'clock shadow at nine-thirty in the morning that screamed 'bad boy.' To Rachel's eyes, that simply made him scruffy.”
"Anyone could see she had a conscience. That must be painful for her."
”’I’m not offended. You're not my type, either.' Perversely, he was piqued. 'Not a nerd, you mean?' Her eyes narrowed. 'Not housebroken.’”
Look at that and tell me it’s not funny even without the context. I dare you.
I loved the fact that Rachel and Devin didn’t succumb to the insta-lust/love/attraction that’s a plague in modern romances. They were actually slightly antagonistic before building a tentative friendship with the option for more. Their romance was the slow burn kind with push and pull to keep them balanced. One gave the other took, and then they switched places. Truths were shared and actual smarts were displayed. I loved that both Rachel and Devin acted like adults. They weren’t perfect but they owned up to their mistakes and were determined to face the consequences.
One thing I absolutely hate in romance novels is the plot twist involving an artificial, prolonged misunderstanding. It was delightfully absent from this book and it all comes back to characters acting like real adults. Even in their most idiotic moments, they remained true to their characterisations instead of changing to fit the whims of the plot.
As for the reason why I now have a “can-I-has-a-Devin” shelf, let’s just say—without spoiling the book for everyone else—that the man knows the right things to say. (Yes, I’m aware that a woman wrote him.) He has brilliant scenes with Rachel and another character where he expresses his unwavering love, devotion, and trust in her. Once he’s in, he’s in. He’s made up his mind and he won’t let her insecurities drive him away, and he trusts her to figure it out eventually.
I’ll need to read that other book by Bliss I bought on the Harlequin Christmas sale. Then I’ll know if I’ll be adding another author on my list of favourites.(less)
So this is why serialised fiction sells on Amazon. I'm sorry but it's not working for me.
After the first one, these two novellas (that I got when the...moreSo this is why serialised fiction sells on Amazon. I'm sorry but it's not working for me.
After the first one, these two novellas (that I got when they were free last year) feel like overly long chapters of a longer story. Howey might have done better plotting and writing a full length novel after the first story than keep adding these short stories and later slapping them together into incomplete omnibus packets.(less)
I gave The Siren two stars mainly because of the quality of the writing—and because I didn’t completely hate it. This novella, however, has made me do...moreI gave The Siren two stars mainly because of the quality of the writing—and because I didn’t completely hate it. This novella, however, has made me doubt Reisz’s basic command of English. The book has to be really, really bad for me to notice its grammar. I’m terrible with commas and all other forms of punctuation but when words sound wrong to me it hurts my head.
This book hurt my head.
Individual words hurt my head.
Words put together hurt my head.
The plot and character arcs of this novella hurt my head.
Having expressed my critical view on Reisz’s writing before and having read several other critical reviews, I can’t unsee the flaws. I can’t turn back time to when I didn’t see how everyone had to be beautiful and how everyone had to worship Nora and how she was the saviour of broken things, broken men.
”She obeyed. She was trained to obey, trained to want to obey.”
She’s a broken thing, a broken soul, and she was made that way by a predator I refuse to fawn over.(less)
This novella surprised me. It’s written in first person voice from Jacob’s point of view and in some ways it reminded me of Muscling Through, which I absolutely loved. Jacob isn’t quite up to par with Al, but he does have his own voice.
The focus here isn’t the M/M romance or the sex, it’s Jacob’s characterisation. It’s the moment in his life when something needs to give and change. For too long Jacob has just been ignoring his needs, not just sexual but social. As awkward as interacting with strange people and huge groups is for him, he soldiers on and forces himself to face his fears each and everyday. He just never stopped to think that facing someone isn’t the same thing as opening up to them.
Then he falls for Elijah.
This is where the trope I’m not overly fond of comes in. Elijah is a hooker who works in an alley Jacob walks through on his way home from work. They both know it can’t possibly work, but they throw themselves into the attraction anyway, and figure out a way. Or try to.
What I absolutely loved was the fact Black doesn’t make it easy for her characters. I was a little worried I wouldn’t be able to suspend my disbelief for the fairytale ending with the magical I love you’s that fix everything in fetishistic M/M erotica. I shouldn’t have been, because there isn’t a fairytale ending with magical I love you’s for these men. There’s something better. It’s raw and real and it’s on both of their terms.
It feels good to add something on my “recommending” shelf again.(less)
It started out well enough—great in fact—with the decent groundwork for Jordan’s character and his history with Gabe. But then came time for the sex....moreIt started out well enough—great in fact—with the decent groundwork for Jordan’s character and his history with Gabe. But then came time for the sex. I had really hoped that it would be Jordan taking the initiative, but no, it was Gabe. Well, okay then, I can handle a man chuckling at the wrong time if it means the other one will find his spine and balls later when it really counts.
Except he never did. Jordan did make the mistake of walking out and leaving the money and he paid for it with wallowing—oh, I do love the wallowing—but he never actually had to risk anything. He didn’t have to leave his apartment, go back to Gabe’s house, knock on the door, and apologise. No, because Gabe was the only man in that relationship. He risked everything, again, and he made it easy for Jordan to accept Gabe’s apology.
Then there were the I love you’s; I didn’t buy them. They’d been crushing on each other since their teens, but they’d never really got to know each other, not then or not now. These two adults just claimed to love one another based on a fantasy they’d been harbouring for fifteen years. No. No. No.
And that’s why I’m giving this two stars instead of three. The wasted promise of the beginning soured what could have been a four star—maybe even a five star—story. Silly me for expecting more from a porny novella.(less)
A decent follow up for the first book in the series. Apart from the paranormal world, I liked the fact that this time the half demon was conscious abo...moreA decent follow up for the first book in the series. Apart from the paranormal world, I liked the fact that this time the half demon was conscious about giving her a choice in a very fundamental choice. I would have liked the scene to be even clearer on that front but I guess the author was in a hurry to get to the totally unnecessary alluded sex scene.
Who among us while walking by the river Styx doesn’t stop to think that this is the opportune time to have sex? I ask you, who?
Also, Eve Silver continues to write about mixed-race couples. This time the heroine was half Egyptian, half Japanese. I wish I knew enough of Japanese culture to fully appreciate proverbs—or know if they were real or not.(less)
Usually, I prefer more character driven stories. Although this book is told from Ia’s point of view and partly narrated in her voice—there are short n...moreUsually, I prefer more character driven stories. Although this book is told from Ia’s point of view and partly narrated in her voice—there are short notes from the character at the beginning of each chapter—it’s far from an emotional and introspective journey. Instead, Johnson concentrates on the world building and plotting Ia’s military career from basic training to her first officer’s post.
I don’t read nearly as much scifi as I’d like to, but I do read fantasy and that’s what drew me in here. This is the first book of a much bigger series, an introduction to a future world and the world beyond that place and time. I remember reading Game of Thrones and complaining that it was just an eight hundred page prologue to an even bigger story. Here, the book is four hundred pages and there is a semblance of a personal story there, but only the first step of it.
Because of her precognitive abilities and sense of responsibility, Ia has pushed aside all her personal feelings and aspirations. This doesn’t only show on the back cover blurb but in the book itself. Ia is fully concentrated on optimising her future and the path she must take to save her home galaxy. She occasionally refers to her family and friends, but mostly she’s pushing herself from one fight to another and manipulating the events to her advantage. She doesn’t always succeed perfectly, but she’s also yet to fail miserably.
As the story continues, I wish I’ll learn more about the person Ia hoped to become before that nightmare she saw at fifteen. I wish she’ll stumble and fall, badly, only to pick herself up again and maybe find a new path, a better path for herself and for the galaxy. I wish to see her grow as a character and I wish there’ll be more time for the people around her. I wish she’ll learn that she’s not better off being alone in this.
But I think I’ll be content combing through the battle heavy pages for the subtle hints of her character building as long as I learn more about this rich world Johnson has created.
I never thought I’d like a military books, but I guess there’s a right time for everything. It certainly was the right time for me to read this book. Thanks for Aurian to recommending and gifting this book to me.(less)
There’s no heart or soul in this story. What it has are the sharply cut pieces of a clockwork machine imitating those things. Nothing’s shown and ever...moreThere’s no heart or soul in this story. What it has are the sharply cut pieces of a clockwork machine imitating those things. Nothing’s shown and everything is only told. It’s all very calculated including the rushed romance between two cardboard characters—Celine and Piece—who don’t have any chemistry. Pierce is a funny uncle in a sense that he doesn’t really interact with Kylie, his niece, rather than he speaks about her to Celine and that’s it. The neigbour, Sophia is a ridiculously one-sided villainess who the reader is supposed to hate simply because she went to a boarding school and thought it was good for her. (less)
Trying something new, and no, lesbian erotica doesn't quite work for me. This is still a competent piece of writing for anyone who gets excited readin...moreTrying something new, and no, lesbian erotica doesn't quite work for me. This is still a competent piece of writing for anyone who gets excited reading about two girls and their dildos. (less)
The first half was filled with boring teenage relationship drama, but the second half reminded me why I liked the first book in the series. The aftert...moreThe first half was filled with boring teenage relationship drama, but the second half reminded me why I liked the first book in the series. The aftertaste tells me the author might have bit off more than she can chew. There's just too many different kinds of supernatural beings littered on the pages for any of them to be characterised properly. Mary Ann and Aden had theirs sketched in the first book. (less)
Let me preface this by saying I know nothing of Japanese culture. I might recognise a stereotype—emphasis on the word might—but that’s it. So, if any point you feel like raving about how I just don’t get it, you’re probably right. I don’t. Instead I’m going to ask a few stupid questions and concentrate on the things I do know—like what I consider good storytelling.
Believe it or not, there was a time when I liked quiet novels, I still do, but it’s a rare book that hits me just right at the right time and changes my world. I kept wishing Norwegian Wood would be one of those books, but it was not to be.
Toru is a middle aged man on a plane and hears a familiar song. Suddenly Toru is a young man studying in university in Tokio and he’s in love with a girl who never loved him. Toru has friends, good friends and bad friends. Toru has sex a lot. Toru is lost.
This is a young man’s coming of age story, and this is a book about sex and suicide. Not necessarily in that order. I’m aware of the description that extols Murakami’s lively representation of the 1960’s Japan and the fascinating mix of east and admiration of all things American. Those things are true too, but unfortunately the majority of this book isn’t about what life was like in 1960’s; majority of this book is about an eighteen-to-twenty-year-old-man wanting to get laid. And when Toru Watanabe isn’t getting his leg over, the girls are talking about how wet they were with him or with someone else. It’s off putting to say the least.
And then there are the suicides. I think I counted four of them and that just made me think the author doesn’t know how to pick his moments. Or is suicide a huge problem in Japan? Are masses of young adults killing themselves there? If they are, this isn’t the book to highlight and address that problem. This isn’t a book that encourages people to stop and think what needs to be changed for kids to stop killing themselves. Not only did Murakami fail to pick and choose, he managed to trivialise a very serious issue.
I’m not going to dignify the psychological break recovery portrayal with a comment.
Then there’s the romance aspect. With better characterisations I might agree that it was well done. There was a love triangle of sorts but it wasn’t about choosing the first shiny love of a character’s life but about choosing what was best for them in the long run. However, it was boring and it was trite. I could see the ending coming from a long way and the only thing that could’ve save the book and its rating for me would have been the how.
Had Toru’s epiphany and personal growth happened differently, I might have ended up liking this book, because that’s what I kept hoping for. I can see why others have liked the story. I liked the writing and in theory I liked the message. It’s not that long ago that I was going through some of these things and learning to be an adult, but even then I had my priorities sorted differently. The shame of failing in school or life is nothing compared to the shame of hurting my family by hurting myself—like taking away my own life or running away. I had this figured out by the time I was twelve, so I have little sympathy for adults still lost on this issue.
Sometimes people fall and need help to pick themselves up again. It’s a part of life, but I don’t think we should romanticise it. (less)
I think I'm over the billionaire fantasy. It wasn't a bad book, but I simply couldn't connect with the characters. The author made all the right moves...moreI think I'm over the billionaire fantasy. It wasn't a bad book, but I simply couldn't connect with the characters. The author made all the right moves and there was a sense of history for the characters, but it was told rather than shown. I didn't really buy that they had any deeper feelings for each other if even for themselves. Also, I was disappointed to find out that his problems trumped hers. In the end the chemistry felt more like a mother comforting her adult child and congratulating him on growing up than a woman deeply in love and happy to see the man of her life finally ready to commit to her.
Also, (view spoiler)[I get what the author was trying to do with the necklace, but I found it tacky. It'd been better for him to finish the first necklace however he wanted to finish it and make something new for Madeline (hide spoiler)].["br"]>["br"]>(less)
This is a collage of old tales an ageing spy tells his students before his retirement. Unfortunately the stories were told in the first person voice f...moreThis is a collage of old tales an ageing spy tells his students before his retirement. Unfortunately the stories were told in the first person voice from a perspective I never connected with. Despite his best efforts, le Carré couldn’t make me care about Ned, not even when he was reminiscing with Smiley.
Smiley made a cameo and nothing more.
I might have found a couple of the spy tales themselves interesting, but they always ended and a new chapter began just as I started paying attention. Someone else might think the description of a hardened spook letting go of his secrets and learning to live in a post cold war world is compelling in itself, but for me it simply wasn’t enough. (less)
I wish I could upgrade the rating from suckity-suck to the theory-good-practice-not level, but I can’t. This book read like someone, after having written one historical romance too many, decided to fake it and throw together an endless string of period appropriate sounding platitudes. When I start paying attention to the language and platitudes, you know the story sucks.
Annelise Sophronia Sawcross Anne Wynter is a governess at the Pleinsworth household. She’s very lucky to have such a good position after being forced to live on her own and slave for her only two letters of recommendation. Of course someone is going to walk into her life and ruin it for her. The disaster comes in form of Daniel Smythe-Smith, the Earl of Winstead, recently returned from three year exile on the continent.
The heroine, at sixteen, was a vain and self-absorbed nitwit who got herself into trouble with a man she loved. After eight years she’s grown up a bit; I just don’t think she’s grown up enough. She’s a wishy-washy thing who on a theoretic level recognises the boundaries of her station in life, but in reality fails to show any kind of moral backbone and act accordingly. One minute she’s begging the oh so high above her earl to kiss her and another she’s pulling away, telling him to leave, and saying sorry for things she’s only half responsible for. Anne Wynter isn’t a woman who has learned to clean up her own messes.
What of the hero then? He’s another precious aristocrat, a babe in a man’s body, an adolescent who has given up alcohol but failed to fix whatever got him into the trouble with the Ramsgates and forced him to flee England in the first place. One minute he’s acting like any other man with a woman—stealing kisses, copping a feel—and another he’s a virginal youth dreaming of holding hands with his very first sweetheart ever.
Nothing of this story comes across convincing or consistent let alone appealing.
The whole book is basically about Anne thinking she shouldn’t but doing it anyway, and Daniel flying off the handle but failing to harm the one person most deserves to be harmed—himself.
Without the costumes and dates mentioned, I wouldn’t have thought I was reading a historical romance. The characters don’t exactly talk and act like people from the 1900’s. (I swear to all things holy Anachronist is brainwashing me because I never used to notice these things.) Of course I’m not an expert on the language but some of the expressions Quinn uses feel too modern for the context. There were good quotes and an odd scene or two that were almost entertaining, but nothing in the way this author writes is especially attractive to me.
This was my first attempt reading a Julia Quinn novel and it looks to be my last. (less)
When I finished reading this book and went on Goodreads to see what others had thought of it, I was surprised. The four star ratings didn't surprise me, the five star ratings did. As good as I felt after closing the book (or activating the screensaver on my Kindle) I didn't think I'd just finished reading a five star book. I didn't think I'd finished reading anything as close to such (im)perfection I expect from a five star book. I did think I finished reading an entertaining, character driven romance about two very irritating people who were a match made in heaven or hell depending on your belief system.
Lord Dain—don't ask me to look and type out his full name, I beg of you—was the titular character in the book, a true Lord of Scoundrels. He's not welcomed into polite society despite his breeding and he doesn't aspire to spend his evenings with the genteel folk of the French capitol, he'd much rather spend his time in more pleasurable endeavours with the less than reputable Parisians. He has the money to do it, but the people he drags down with him don't. That is how he trips to the greatest obstacle life has thrown at him yet, Lady Jessica Trent.
Despite being virginal, Jessica isn't one of the vapid insipid ingénues that plague the world of historical romance. She's determined to save her brother from ruin and she has the character to pull it off. Jessica is capable, shrewd, brazen to a point, and most of all self-assured. She doesn't wait to be chased and wooed, she goes after what she wants. And she knows boys of all ages as the author points out, repeatedly. She's also smart, but she isn't all-knowing, but she faces head on all the challenges presented to her, including her husband.
That's another part I liked about this book, that the romance didn't end at the altar, but that it continued well into the marriage
After two novels, I finally figured out why I like Loretta Chase's books as much as I do despite their obvious downfalls and dated modern attitudes shining through the writing. It's because she creates complex and interesting characters and I have a soft spot for character driven stories. There are only so many ways to create interesting characters that fit into the strict society of old without turning them into boring cardboard cutouts most authors churn out.
Despite his rakish habits, it's Dain who is the insecure ingénue. He's deluded about his looks as unfashionable as they are and he's deluded about his own worth and influence on others. He believes in the only power that hasn't failed him in his life—money—but inside he's a wounded puppy and an unloved child looking for someone to hold him while he cries.
“In any case, to hesitate in such a situation was to indicate doubt, or worse, weakness. To do so with a man was dangerous. To do so with a woman was fatal.”
The only problem I have with this beautiful characterisation is that if you're the sort of person to skip prologues, you'll never find a shred of sympathy for the man. The way he behaves may be understandable, but in so many ways it is also unforgivable. A better writer could have worked that horrible history within the main body of text without having to glue on an apologetic introduction to the horrors of growing up to be Lord Dain.
At the same time Jessica is the bold seducer who works within the society and makes the society work for her. She not only overcomes the period appropriate hindrances for her sex, but uses them in her favour. (view spoiler)[Yes, I'm talking about the shooting (hide spoiler)].
As much as I loved incongruence between reality and his perception of himself, I think I would have loved the story more had Dain truly been hideous and had Jessica been less of a Beauty to her beast.
Although, I liked Lord of Scoundrels better than I did Captives of the Night I do think the latter had a better if under utilised story of the two. In essence Lord of Scoundrels is a straightforward story about two people meeting and working through a random series of obstacles before settling to live the rest of their lives together as a (view spoiler)[blended (hide spoiler)] family. ["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>(less)
My name is not Ruby Miller and this book is not about me. Although, it could be.
Except it could not, never. I would never ever ever ever go and meet my idol. I’m too much of a coward. This is why I watch Buffy on TV—or DVDs now—and why I am not Buffy.
But Ruby Miller is the zombie slayer. Or at least she pretends to be.
She’s a fan of zombie comic books and does all the things a young fan does. She spends too much time on the internet and discussing the comics with her friends. She also acted in a fanvideo and goes to the same school the creator of Zocopalypse graphic novels went to. She meets him, Gabe Foster, and ends up a little deeper in the fantasy world than any other fan.
As understandable as the situation in which Ruby meets Gabe for the second time is, I’m disappointed that once again the story starts with a guy coming to a girl’s rescue. After that, Ruby handles it all well, almost too well for an eighteen year old girl. She has her best friend Iris and her parents to support her, but how many of us would know how to act in the sudden spotlight of fame?
In Fangirl, the fangirl gets to live the other side of the industry. Not just see it, but to live it. Or a fictionalised version of it. Of course there’s romance and predictable relationship drama thrown into the mix to make things more realistic.
I had most fun with the fannish aspects like the lingo of the story even if certain nods to fanfics made me grit my teeth—Gabriel’s Inferno? Was that really necessary? The footnote commentary I found extraneous. It wasn’t there purely to add snark to Ruby’s voice and the informative facts for non-fans were useless to me because I know what IMDb.com is, but as I said, I’ve lived the fangirl side of things. I am still living it. It was a nice try to avoid infodumping, but it’d been better had the information buried within the body of the text. The romantic subplot was as predictable as ever as was Andrew’s secret.
This is a fun, straightforward Mary Sue self-insert novel for each and every fan of anything and everything ever. It’s labelled as Young Adult fiction but could be read by younger children and even people almost twice the age of the characters.
I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for this review.(less)
Kirja oli fantasiaa siitä hetkestä, kun tajusin sen kertovan kahdesta Lontoossa asuvasta suomalaisnaisesta. Tämän jälkeen, fiktiivinen hakkerointi, la...moreKirja oli fantasiaa siitä hetkestä, kun tajusin sen kertovan kahdesta Lontoossa asuvasta suomalaisnaisesta. Tämän jälkeen, fiktiivinen hakkerointi, laittomat aseradat, poliisin toimintaan sekaantuminen, sekä uskottavuuden rajoja koetteleva loppuratkaisu eivät tuntuneet missään. Näin sain vain nauttia hyvästä tarinasta.
Vaikka pidinkin rauhallisesti etenevästä juonesta ja pohdiskelevasta kerronnasta, olisi ainakin kirjan alkupuoliskoa voinut vielä hieman karsia. Turhaan toistetut yksityiskohdat rassasivat melkein yhtä paljon kuin Mamian ensimmäinen tarkoituksettomalta tuntunut nettipuhelu.
Nyt kaduttaa etten ole lukenut Hiltusen ensimmäistä kirjaa Viattomasti sinun, joka saattaisi selittää jotkut Lian hahmossa minua ärsyttäneet puolet. Kahdesta päähenkilöstä enemmän pidin Marista ehkä juuri etäisyytensä ja varautuneisuutensa takia. Hänen taustansa muuten livahti samalla syvälle sinne fantasia maailmojen mappiin.
Jos Hiltunen jatkaa sarjaa, toivoa sopii hänen hyödyntävän Rauteen sisaruksia sopivalla tavalla.
Let’s call it a modern fantasy mystery and leave it at that. There’s no magic involved, but the setting in itself forces me to suspend disbelief to an extent where there’s only a good fictive story left.
Although I enjoyed the slow pace in the beginning i thought it needed another round of edits. Repetition and Mamia’s first call felt pointless and annoying. At the time.
I wonder if reading the first book of the series would have explained some of Lia’s annoying qualities. I liked Mari as a character better perhaps because of her reticence. Her character history is included with the fantastical elements of this novel.
If Hiltunen continues writing for this series, I can only hope he’ll bring back the Rautee siblings in appropriate context. (less)
Once again Smiley is called back to deal with old spies and old secrets others have long since forgotten, and this time he’s in a hurry. Within a few...moreOnce again Smiley is called back to deal with old spies and old secrets others have long since forgotten, and this time he’s in a hurry. Within a few weeks George Smiley will face his old nemesis, Karla, and play his last hand in their twenty year card game.
That’s where the title of the Finnish translation comes from: Värisuora = straight flush.
I felt like le Carré tried to recreate Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy in Smiley’s People. All the things I so very much disliked about The Honourable Schoolboy were absent and I could once again lose myself in the marvellous mind and machinations of the old, round, and bespectacled spy.
Unfortunately, a recreation can never truly surpass its original and for longest periods I was simply bored. If I were merely comparing this to Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, well, let’s just say that the rating would sink like a cow’s tail, but I’m not. The last hundred pages of this book more than earned their stars. The last two pages and the resolution for Smiley’s personal relationship might have even earned an extra one all by themselves.
I love the way le Carré writes. It’s as simple as that.(less)
I liked the idea but I'm not completely convinced by the execution. Small grating things brought this down to three stars, but now I'm considering ded...moreI liked the idea but I'm not completely convinced by the execution. Small grating things brought this down to three stars, but now I'm considering deducting another star for the logic fails (view spoiler)[the protective macho werewolf brings his love and a fragile human being to a party with vamps, really? (hide spoiler)] and love induced personality transplants. The story needed more focus.
Still, I liked her take on the lore. ["br"]>["br"]>(less)
Sota on sota ja ihiminen on ihiminen. Seleviytyjä. Taipuu tai hajoaa mutta selviytyy.
Hyvä tositarina vaikken Ketun muovaamista ihmishahmoista erityise...moreSota on sota ja ihiminen on ihiminen. Seleviytyjä. Taipuu tai hajoaa mutta selviytyy.
Hyvä tositarina vaikken Ketun muovaamista ihmishahmoista erityisemmin pitänytkään. Kielenkäyttö oli hiukka rivompaa kuin mihin olen kotona tottunut, lieneekö tuo sitten eteläisemmän paikkakunnan vai ajankohdan syytä.
I liked the story but I didn't particularly like the characters. The story is based on real events.(less)