I have to admit I'm a little curious about this novel. Because I was one of the kids who attended all seven years at Weber Elementary, where Monsanto...moreI have to admit I'm a little curious about this novel. Because I was one of the kids who attended all seven years at Weber Elementary, where Monsanto and others dumped their toxic shit. I drank the water. I rolled in the ditches with my friends. My family and friends have reproductive issues...if they were born with reproductive organs at all. So many women I know have had lumps removed from their breasts, tumors from their ovaries and zero chance at conceiving.
I still remember my sister's best friend dying in high school when she was in remission, her battered immune system incapable of fighting off simple infections after all the chemo. I still remember an old elementary classmate living in the same college dorm with me keeling over and having to be carried down the stairs by my roommate and driven to the emergency room because a cyst was rupturing on her ovary - a common problem most of us faced. I still remember how our little neighborhood alone had an unprecedented number of rare cancers. Like the kind only one in a million cancer patients had. I still remember the first time I had my own pain...and breaking down and crying during my disposition because I couldn't even talk about it without crying. I'm crying now just remembering.
I was spared the reproductive issues. Don't know how, but it worried me for years I'd never be able to have children like my friends and family. No, I managed to baffle doctors in another way. Somewhere around the age of twenty I began to develop what was most likely a histamine reaction to drugs. Didn't matter which one I took, three days later, it all ended the same - what felt like a thousand needles relentlessly stabbing me on the inside for days, like my nerve-endings were firing as if Zeus himself was pissed and firing lightning strikes. Wanna know what it feels like? Something like this:
So, I now suffer severe reactions to most drugs, Benadryl makes me go into anaphylactic shock, and most pain killers don't work on me - including ones they use after surgery, unfortunately. I had to go twenty-four hours after my C-section (for which they had to completely knock me out because the drugs wouldn't work on me to keep me conscious) without a pain killer that worked. Not. Fun. I hardly acknowledged my baby on his first day of life because I was balled up in horrendous pain. And to top it all off, if I get sunburned, I have the same godawful internal stabbing.
So no. I'm not a fan of the companies who maliciously dumped their toxic waste behind my elementary school because they didn't want to pay to dispose of it properly. RIP to every person who's life they've already taken. And no, this next gif isn't very mature, but given they didn't give a shit about us, I see no harm in expression my displeasure.
Well, you made me cry, that's for sure. Still, I would've preferred the last book to stay within Chicago and deal with their own problems, not mess wi...moreWell, you made me cry, that's for sure. Still, I would've preferred the last book to stay within Chicago and deal with their own problems, not mess with another uprising with all new characters.
I have the feeling this will disappoint me as badly as the Delirium finale, but I have to read it regardless. Masochism sucks sometimes. (less)
Why did I stop when I was so close to finishing? Truthfully, I wanted to quit long ago. I felt no connection to the characters and the sto...moreDNF at 74%.
Why did I stop when I was so close to finishing? Truthfully, I wanted to quit long ago. I felt no connection to the characters and the story never felt like it was going anywhere. And now I see this is a trilogy and I can't help but wonder why. It probably would've been way more interesting if all the important bits from all three were shoved into one book and not dragged out this way. I also find the subject of history incredibly boring, so all the talk and thoughts about their degrees and the local stories all got skimmed over. Sorry, I'm just not enough of a history buff to care.
Plenty of people seem to like this one so give it a go if you'd like, but it just wasn't for me.
The Lovegrove cousins are back after bottling the Greymalkin sisters into magical containments. Whisper the Dead focuses more on Gretchen this time as...moreThe Lovegrove cousins are back after bottling the Greymalkin sisters into magical containments. Whisper the Dead focuses more on Gretchen this time as she tries to learn her craft - whispers tell her what type of spells are being cast and if anything can be used to make a particular spell stronger. She tries to focus her power into discovering why the wards in the city are going haywire and why elements once contained in certain areas are expanding their turf. But having constant supervision by the Keepers isn't helping her become more attuned to anything other than her rising agitation for her personal new shadow, Tobias Lawless.
Hmm... Where to begin. I liked this story, I did. But something felt off about it. I had no problem putting it aside to read other books, which is rare for me when I actually like the story enough. I love Gretchen and Emma especially, and I have the feeling Penelope will get her turn to shine in the third installment. And I love their beaus. Cormac is perfectly sweet for Emma and Tobias is just the kick in the skirt Gretchen needs, and vice versa. Quite honestly, the relationships are what keep me intrigued enough to continue the story, because there are so many things thrown at me I just find confusing. Especially all the magical charms and spell ingredients. Every time I turn around some obscure object is used to ward off something else. Pretty soon I'm sure an chocolate-coated acorn will be used to scare away a squirrel. How the hell do they keep it all straight, because it lacks consistency. Still, the main plot circling the Lovegrove cousins and the Greymalkin sisters is interesting enough to see where this is going to go.
ARC provided by Bloomsbury Childrens for honest review. (less)