I must say, this was certainly an interesting book. It was an interesting premise, was written in an interesting manner, with some more than interestiI must say, this was certainly an interesting book. It was an interesting premise, was written in an interesting manner, with some more than interesting characters. Whether or not it was actually good is another thing. I liked it, I think.
It's a story about two brothers, one of whom has an explosive temper and violent, aggressive nature. In a moment of passion, one brother's action sets off a chain of events that trickle down and change the lives of many. More specifically- the violent brother (George's) actions affect the lives of those in his family as his brother Harold is left to deal with the repercussions of his behavior.
Things start off strong. I like a book that opens with a bam and hooks you from the get go and makes it easy to keep turning pages. Right off the bat things get wonky, and for the first 250 pages or so it's like BAM! BAM! BAM! But there were some things that I couldn't help but notice, some peculiarities per say, things like the fact that 11 year old Ashley and 12 year old Nate speak with 18+ diction, and all the women that Harold seems to come across are all 100% certifiably insane sex addicts. Pathological, dangerously promiscuous, and down right strange. And I won't say that these little oddities didn't have within them some charm, because that wouldn't be exactly true they were in fact entertaining tidbits, but it seemed to almost border on satire. Like as if the characters were comical exaggerations of the people we come across in life. The fucked-up girl, the damaged children, the bullied brother and so on. There was a certain something lacking in all of the characters that made them all feel like they weren't exactly grounded in reality. Meaning basically that not one of the characters felt like someone you might actually know in real life.
But still, all in all, it was a pretty good book. The writing in itself is not what's lacking, at the very least that much is evident -That A.M. Homes can write. There were a few parts that could've been cut completely out… like the Israeli terrorist and the South African safari bar mitzvah. I could literally take a scissor to the book and cut those parts out and there wouldn't be any issue with continuance. It's that randomly and poorly placed. But the first half of the book started out so well and was so surprisingly pleasing that my generally positive outlook was maintained throughout. The first half of the book is 4.5 star book, the 2nd half is a 2.5 star book, and so I settled at a regular ol' 3 stars. (In situations like these I am reminded at how much I would lovelovelove to have a 10 star rating system.) Ultimately, what I think is a better indicator of my feelings towards this book than my 3 star rating, is the fact that next time I am in a bookstore I will definitely pick up whatever else of hers I can find....more
I was granted access to this book by the publishers via netgalley.
Okay. So, I think I've come to the conclusion that I need to either buy an e-reader,I was granted access to this book by the publishers via netgalley.
Okay. So, I think I've come to the conclusion that I need to either buy an e-reader, or else give up on the notion of participating in all the e-galleys available for readers. When I first heard about netgalley, I felt like it was some reader's secret that I wasn't in on. I felt cheated, like e-reading people were given an unfair advantage! It felt unfair that there are all kinds of sources for free books and ARC's but that you can't take advantage of them unless you have an e-reader! So I've been reading things on my phone thru the Kindle app and I can't help but feel that it's not a particularly enjoyable experience. My phone is just too damn small. I can't get used to it, it just doesn't feel like I'm reading a book. (clearly thats because I'm NOT reading a book!) It feels rather like I'm reading some article, or looking up something on the internet. The prospect of having to virtually "dog ear" the book just feels strange to me, it feels like I'm wasting precious reading time. Like for instance: I spent today reading this (Brother's Grimm) on my phone, and I kept gazing over at my taller-than-me stack of unread books and felt like I was wasting time reading on my phone, and that I should instead be focusing on tackling my ever-growing list of TBR books. But why would I feel that way? Brother's Grimm is on my To-Read shelf, it's even on my ASAP shelf, this was a book I really wanted to read and I AM reading it, just on my phone. So why does it somehow feel like cheating? Like a waste, like I'm not actually reading a book? Who knows, maybe I'm just not used to it but truthfully, I don't think I'm going to give this e-reader app on the phone thing many more chances. There's maybe one or two other titles that I will TRY to endure on my phone, and if my feelings about it don't improve I will have to throw in the towel. There are enough books in print that I want to read that I shouldn't feel too bad about being left out of the whole e-galley trend.
I know all my reviews of books read via netgalley have way too long of explanations about the "reading experience," but I guess my point is to point out that the reading experience dramatically alters my overall opinion of the book. And I guess that makes sense, if you are stressed, uncomfortable, annoyed, how can you fully enjoy what you're reading right? (right!!) So that could be the case here, once again. I was perhaps unable to fully enjoy these tales because I was too distracted by my irritation over the format.
Now aside from all that. About the actual book!
I was... disappointed I guess you could say. The whole retelling of classic fairytales seems to be all the rage right now, there are two other similarly themed anthologies that are out right now that I also want to read. (My mother she killed me, my father he ate me, and Rags and Bones.) It sounded like a good idea, putting personal twists on classic tales. (And of course I wanted to read anything by Phillip Pullman.) While I don't necessarily agree with all his theorizing and his political and anti religious agendas, I really really loved His Dark Materials! So of course I was excited to get my hands on this new book by him, and when I was approved on netgalley I was stoked. The first tale was so short and strange, I thought it might be unfinished. I double checked to see if I was reading an unfinished manuscript, but no-the book is out already these are fully completed stories. So I pressed on...Eventually coming across a few that I liked. The stories are all relatively short, some a lil longer than others. There are 58 stories total, most of them classic tales that we all recognize like Little Red Riding Hood, Hansel and Gretel, Snow White, Rumpelstilskin, Rapunzel, Cinderella, and then others that are less famous or traditional.
The part I liked the most was the commentary by Pullman after each story. After each was completed, there were little background excerpts explaining his reasoning behind the selection of each story, giving background info on other versions of the fairy tale and giving little tidbits pertaining to his preferences and sources. Interesting histories behind each classic tale. My personal favorite was Cinderella, because that has always been one of my favorite movies AND thus both the story AND the extra info given interested me. Pullman nonchalantly mentions what he thinks is common knowledge, saying that most everybody is aware of the supposed mistake the original storyteller Perrault made in relation to the famous glass slipper. Apparently, it is widely believed that Perrault mistook the word verre, which means glass, for vair, which means fur, and that most people believe he intended for the slipper to be made of fur rather than the more magical, impossible glass slipper that we all know of today. But Pullman says that he doesn't believe that, and instead believes that Perrault knew exactly what he was doing by creating the mystical, mysterious, improbable glass slipper. (And I agree!) By making the slipper glass, he made it all the more special, and unique to Cinderella, bringing magic into the equation! Without these little bits and pieces of additional educational info, I would have most definitely eventually gotten bored with just the fairy tales. The tales themselves were short, not particularly detailed, I zoomed thru half of them in about an hour. After reading them all, I am not regretful that I spent the time to read it but I was disappointed. I guess I expected a little more Phillip Pullman to shine through, I expected the stories to be a little more in depth, to see a little more of the writer's style mixed in with the tales. To be totally honest, that's what appealed to me when I heard about this book, that I would hear a classic fairy tale told with Philip Pullman's techniques/methods/style thrown into the equation, but yet I hardly felt Pullman anywhere, his presence was MIA which sucked.
Overall, my feelings amounted to a mehh. Nothing special. Now, Phillip Pullman is special in my opinion, and readers are going to flock to this book because it's written by him and then they are going to be dissatisfied because Pullman is nowhere to be found, it may as well be written by a nobody. BUT, it was still cool discovering new relevant info about stories that I know by heart, but yet don't know anything about beyond the outline. Because these are fairy tales that the majority of people will someday tell their children, I think it's kinda cool to have some extra information to add along with it, but beyond that I could've easily gone without reading this. I know some people who are especially enamored with fairy tales, they do research and read all kinds of versions, this would be perfect for those people! but for normal people without any express interest in fairy tales-better off skipping this one ;)...more
I have to admit I wasn't exactly chomping at the bits to get my hands on this one. The cover didn't really appeal to me, and neither did the blurWow.
I have to admit I wasn't exactly chomping at the bits to get my hands on this one. The cover didn't really appeal to me, and neither did the blurb telling what it's about… at least not particularly so. And despite the fact that I kept hearing over and over again how great it was, how many people liked it, etc etc…I resisted. Because it won the Pulitzer, I vaguely predicted maybe one day…in the far far future when I didn't have hundreds of books I was dying to read (ya, that'll happen…NEVER!) plus the release date for the paperback got pushed back again because the hardcover kept selling so well and so with the other 300 books sitting on my shelves waiting to be read, The Goldfinch seemed like one of those that would most likely never get read. Didn't I learn my lesson with Middlesex?! Where the exact same thing happened, same hesitation, same lack of excitement, same dismissal of all the word of mouth praise and the Pulitzer Prize?! And then after some strange impulsive decision to pick it up on one random day, I ended up loving it! Which is literally the exact same thing that happened here. I came up on a copy of the book via some good friend who works for the publisher and so there it went onto my to-be-read shelf, and even tho there were about 150 other books that I was much more excited to read, when the time came for another choosing ceremony, on an impulse that can't be explained I reached for The Goldfinch. Some sort of secret book voodoo? Perhaps. (I can't say I'm surprised that there might be some book goddess whispering suggestions in my ear;) ) Because I have to say that this is absolutely the best book I have read in quite some time! What a treat! The last book that impressed me so much was…well, I think I'd have to say Middlesex!
I don't even want to go into any sort of details about what the book was about, for fear of spoiling even one second of it. And anyway, nothing I could say would be an accurate summation of what this book holds in it's pages. So all I can say is this: It's a book about a boy, and a painting. And that is all.
Honestly, in my opinion, it wasn't even the story that was so wonderful. It was the writing. This being my first experience with Donna Tartt (tho I do have her other books on my shelves-I just haven't gotten around to them yet. ) I didn't really know what to expect. I knew it had won this year's Pulitzer Prize, but I can't exactly say that I wholeheartedly trust the judgement of the Pulitzer panel of jurors. The Road? A Visit from the Good Squad? In my opinion, those are not books I would consider worthy of a Pulitzer. Certainly not books that are worthy of the same prize that was awarded to American Pastoral, The Old Man and the Sea and To Kill a Mockingbird. But this year, I am happy to say that the jurors chose correctly! It is absolutely the best book I've read this year-of course I haven't read every book released this year, but based on my experience with books I would say that one would be hard pressed to find much else that compares, let alone surpasses. And not only this year but any year! Donna Tartt is up there with the best of em!
Tho I have to say that while I loved this book, and thought it was absolutely brilliant, and it's the best book I read this year and yadda yadda yadda, it was still just a teeny notch short of an absolute all time favorite. You know, up there with East of Eden and The Fountainhead and Tale of Two Cities and all those other amazing works of art/fiction that swept me off my feet. I loved it, and I thought it was intelligent and first rate and devastating and impressive and a thousand other glorious adjectives, but it did come up a teeny bit short in comparison. And when I ruminated on the possible reasoning for that, the thing I kept coming back to was that it was because it was the writing that dazzled me. It wasn't so much the story, which was totally great (but occasionally slow,) or the characters…(even tho Boris was absolute perfection,) but the writing. Somewhat reminiscent of Rushdie, not because of his style or manner of writing but just in the way that the writing itself is the show stealer. Either of them could be writing about a boring grey stone or a plain white wall, and they would make it sound beautiful. Now that is a gift. And Tartt has that gift! She's a writer, more than a storyteller. If that makes sense. Of course she's both, the story was fascinating and the way it was revealed was an absolute treat…but time after time I kept coming back to the writing. The words, the way they flowed, the way they came together to make sentences beautiful. THAT is what stunned me, THAT is what kept me reading. Because I do have to acknowledge that there were parts of the book that could have been otherwise considered slow, if not for the delightful flow of her words. She is a master wordsmith, queen of diction, ruler of locution. A champion of verbalism, the empress of eloquence!
Am I making myself clear?! lol.
The book was beautiful. Bottom line. The story was sweet, tho at times difficult to bear for anyone who has a heart, and ultimately it did touch me in more ways than one. Even down to it's physical form; the pages were these certain almost glossy kind of pages that I totally love, so it was for me a tactile experience as well as emotional and mental. Reading The Goldfinch was an experience. That's the best way I can describe it. A wholly arresting and absolutely memorable experience, and one that I highly recommend every reader have. Tartt has successfully won another fan, and I am finding it difficult to take a break before diving right into another of her books! Suffice it to say, I am more than eager to get into A Secret History!
So I was really excited to read this one! There was a lot of hype, and the cover is so aesthetically appealing that I found myself especially excitedSo I was really excited to read this one! There was a lot of hype, and the cover is so aesthetically appealing that I found myself especially excited to get to it, for apparent no reason other than the cover made me feel that it would be a fun read. That's some very well executed marketing working it's magic right there!
The book follows the lives of a group of friends that met at a summer camp and remained in touch throughout their lifetimes. The subject matter appealed to me right from the get go… It sort of tackles the issue of aging, and the feelings that go along with that. Also, the concept of a "big life." It addresses that youthful desire and hope and expectation for the exceptional, as well as the inevitable resignation and acceptance of reality. Call it the dashing of dreams, or just maturity, but either way it's something that we have all experienced. Dreaming as children of what our lives will be, what we will become, how fun it will all be and then growing up to realize that those youthful fantasies never included the realities of life; bills, heartache, disappointment, boredom. I don't think it's possible that a life ever live up to our childhood imaginings of our life, even in the case of somebody who has achieved high levels of success doing something they love (which IS ultimately THEE dream that every single one of us chases) Those high intensity feelings dissolve with youth, and so life is forever after the slightest bit of a disappointment. And along with that, there's the matter of how our personal successes and life choices and experiences measure up with the successes and experiences of our friends. So these sort of existential issues are exactly the sort of issues I would normally like reading about. I am at a time in my life where I am only now beginning to face the reality that youth is not eternal and coming to terms with time and time gone by and so I totally thought that I'd love reading about this sort of thing in this book with a bright and beautiful cover!
Alas, the main character ruined things for me. Jules. She is plain in every way, utterly forgettable, completely insecure, and pointedly created to be exactly that way. Wolitzer chose to write about the perspective of a nobody. To make her main character human in the sense that she experiences very human emotions like jealousy, envy, bitterness, insecurity, being desperate to fit in at all costs. She isn't the typical exceptional protagonist, but rather a very human girl feeling very human things as she goes thru her less than spectacular life. And I definitely appreciated what Wolitzer was trying to do there, but I think she missed the mark with Jules. Instead of making her human-ness lovable, she made it hatable. I hated her. For somebody so meek, and self depreciating, and insecure and desperate to fit in, she was completely self absorbed. I just couldn't find anything in Jules that redeemed her in my eyes.
So in the end, I gave it 3 stars even tho I was initially leaning towards two. My problem was that I sort of felt that the part that I liked was the concept and not so much the actual execution. I liked what Wolitzer chose to wrote about, and that she attempted to tackle such an interesting but difficult issue, but I don't think it was executed as well as it could've been. (giving Jules some redeeming qualities would've been a big one!) The story was entirely character driven, which is normally plenty fine with me but this time around I kept waiting for something more. For something to happen. But it never did, and the main characters remained pretty static. There was no character development, no growth that was visible in any of the characters. They all remained their teenaged selves on the inside. I thought the story was draggin' a bit too long at the end and could've been about 50-75 pages shorter, AND I thought the surprise in the end was sort of thrown in there haphazardly in order to create more significant events in a book where there were not very many at all, but ultimately I felt that it lacked real meaning. It was just poorly executed- that's my ending statement…my parting feelings. It could've been a lot more than it was, but it just came up short.
I've still got plenty of #coverlove for this book tho. Wolitzer has a little set of books with such gorgeous covers, the other two just as appealing and bright as this one, and even with my disappointment over this book I WILL be buying at least one more of her books. So that tells you something. Despite my complaints, I still believe she is capable of writing something I could really like. Maybe she just missed the mark with this one and the next one will be fabulous? Who knows? But as far as this book is concerned, The Interestings was NOT all that interesting....more
I know I wrote a review for this, but somewhere along the line it disappeared.
I loved this. It might very well be my favorite piece of YA/TF. I like iI know I wrote a review for this, but somewhere along the line it disappeared.
I loved this. It might very well be my favorite piece of YA/TF. I like it better than Hunger Games which was a total rip off of Battle Royale. I like it better than Divergent, which I read recently and liked better than everything else until this. It's better than Twilight, and the Percy Jackson books. It's not better than Harry Potter, not even close. But it comes next!
I loved the interesting new premise, the strange creatures, and the fact that it was angels instead of the oh so typical at this point vampire or werewolf. And don't let the lame cover fool you like it did me, it definitely repelled me at first sight, it wasn't until it was specifically recommended to me that I considered it. And I'm so glad it was recommended to me! Laini Taylor is a poet, her writing is beautiful, and the amazing part is she was able to write something truly great while still staying true to the TF genre. It's good for adults, and still accessible for the younger crowd. She is one talented chica and I will most definitely be looking into reading everything by her that I can get my hands on. (all her covers have the same dramatic look to them, it's soo not my taste but if all her work is as good as this, I'm into it!)...more
Am rating this based on YA fiction-NOT a normal scale. Of course this wouldn't compare with Steinbeck, or whomever. BUT... for all the YA I've read laAm rating this based on YA fiction-NOT a normal scale. Of course this wouldn't compare with Steinbeck, or whomever. BUT... for all the YA I've read lately, and in my life this was pretty good I'd say. It was an interesting set up, the "factions" based on character. It's a little far fetched, sure, but interesting and if you can just suspend belief, the book remains so.
I liked Tris. She didn't annoy me the way most other YA heroines do at some point or another. She didn't spend too much time feeling sorry for herself, and she was tough. Sure of being selfish. The things that usually irk me are the annoying love affair that is usually a love triangle and always very dramatic. There is always some reason that the people that love each other are actively keeping themselves away from each other and it's never a good reason, and its always all very masochistic. Also, in relation to that, the other thing that always bugs me is the self deprecation of the heroine. He or she is always just so modest, and so selfless, and so perfect, and just so absolutely NOT self aware. They never understand their feelings that are totally obvious to the rest of us. They'll be like " why do I feel so blushy every time i'm around so and so, and why does my stomach always do flips in his presence, and why does that make me so angry, and why do I want to punch that girl he's with?" It's pathetic, anybody in their right mind would know intuitively how that meant you are attracted/or like a person. Attractiveness is physical, instinctual. So the whole beginning of YA where the heroine is beginning to like the boy but doesn't become actually AWARE that she likes the boy I always wish I could skip. And it's unfailingly in every single piece of YA that I've ever read. I understand the romantic aspects, that's what "young adults" want to read about. But I don't understand why authors have to make teens so unaware of themselves. It's not so long ago that I don't remember being a teenager, and I was always AWARE of my feelings. Sure, maybe I made bad choices and didn't have experience to back them up and maybe later I'd look back and realize how confused my thinking actually was- confused meaning wrong-but that doesn't mean that I didn't at least THINK I knew my feelings. There was hardly a time where I wasn't aware of my own feelings. There may have been conflicting feelings, but I would have still been aware of them. So that part of the story always reads false to me. And in Divergent, that part was minimal. It wasn't entirely non existent, but it wasn't as excessive as it usually is. Tris and Four took a bit getting together, they took things slow but they didn't fight themselves for 400 pages and make me want to pound my head against the wall so I was glad for that.
The book was pretty typical, and tho that may sound negative I don't really mean it that way. It had all the necessary elements for a sic fi/fantasy YA book. It has what they all have, what Hunger Games, Mortal Instruments, Twilight, etc all have. The romantic element, the interesting vision of the future, some paranormal addition, a revolution in which a teenager is usually somehow solely responsible for. Those were all present and done so in a manner which really limited my annoyance. Like I said, if you can just suspend belief (do werewolves really exist? Could a teenager ever really start a revolution? and so on and so on. Highly unlikely, if not impossible.) then you can enjoy the book for what it is. Fantasy. It's always my problem, I'm always scoffing at how unrealistic things are when I should be fully aware that I'm reading a piece of sci fi or fantasy. So when I read one of these books and my scoffing is rare, like it was in this book.... then that's a good thing for me!
I liked four a lot. He was pretty dreamy sounding, and not sooo impossibly perfect the way the boys always are. There wasn't excessive value placed on his looks, yet he was still depicted as sexy for being fit, strong, tough, commanding and challenging yet not cruel. I definitely had a crush on him. And I liked he and Tris together. I like that Tris wasn't described as plain. The girl is always this plain girl who is not traditionally beautiful and yet somehow the insanely beautiful guy is crazy about her, as well as the other super cute best friend. Or whatever. But it's always just sooo roll your eyes obnoxious to me. So when Tris was described as semi cute, more or less, and Four wasn't the prototypical Greek teen-God, that was just another reason for me to give the book props.
So it seems like all the good qualities I've mentioned about the book are because of what it's NOT. It's NOT like other books, the heroine is NOT like others, etc etc. And all that's true. When you're writing a book that is meant to fit into a certain genre, I would think it would make it a challenge to find a way to make it appeal to a specific audience but yet stand apart, be unique. And Roth managed to do that. She wrote something that obviously appealed to teens and followed certain guidelines but managed to stand on it's own... not only for NOT doing everything exactly the same but for coming up with an interesting vision of the future. Sure, it all seemed far fetched but that doesn't mean it's not interesting to think what if. The idea behind the factions were based on some kind of logic so there's enough sense behind it all to be interesting to envision.
Overall...It was easy to read, I read it up in a lil over a day and will def be buying the second one soon. I'm glad I read this before the movie came out since it's due out in a year of so and Tris is played by this lil cute girl that I love. Shirline something or other. And I know this book has been the "it book" for maybe even a couple of years now but I also knew it was a trilogy and that the third was due out semi soon so I preferred waiting until the release was on the horizon. I hate having huge gaps between reading books in a series, something is ALWAYS lost unless reread. So now that Allegiant is out within a couple of weeks I finally felt good about picking this up. Up to this point this has to be one of my fav YA books. I don't know why I read so many of them when I am so consistently disappointed! I guess I pick up all the super popular books just to see what the hypes about, not to mention that they are now always turned into big movies which I usually end up seeing so I like to read the book first. But soooo much YA annoys me, and angers me just for not being BETTER. Harry Potter has to be the only series I actually LOVE. I know that I shouldn't hold teen fiction up to the same standards as regular adult fiction or literary fiction but I can't help it. When masses of people love a book and it disappoints me ( A Fault of our Stars) I am then disappointed with those masses of people. How many people are lacking intelligence I wonder? How many people just like to read mindless babble? I have nothing against people taking brain breaks, or having "beach reads", things you can lose yourself in without having to push too much thought into... but for people to LOVE LOVE these books I can't get it. Except for HP of course, which explains the whole JK Rowling is the richest woman alive thing. She is truly special. And I guess by definition, truly special pieces of work can't come along too frequently. And they don't. And while Divergent doesn't compare to HP in my eyes, I sure do like it more than every other YA series I've read. I like it more than Hunger Games, more than Mortal Instruments, Twilight, The Host, Percy Jackson and the Olympians. So that means something! I'm looking forward to the movie, AND especially looking forward to the next book. ...more
I was torn between a 3 and a 4 again here. The whole character likeability thing comes into play here for me with the female lead, Vin. I was glad toI was torn between a 3 and a 4 again here. The whole character likeability thing comes into play here for me with the female lead, Vin. I was glad to discover that I wasn't the only one who didn't like her, there seems to be a good deal of people who agree with me. I'm a pretty harsh judge of characters, I find myself being annoyed at things that shouldn't annoy me, things that make perfect sense to me. Qualities or thoughts in Vin bothered me even tho they were only basic female responses to things, so much so that I know I would have reacted or felt the same had I been her, or otherwise trivial offenses that made complete sense within the scope of her character and past. But for whatever reason, maybe because I am a complete hypocrite or maybe just because I'm a catty bitch, Vin annoyed me. I didn't sympathize with her the way I should have based on her sad history and life. I had to keep reminding myself she was only 16 years old too, she was a kid for crying out loud!
Lol, listen to me. I babble on about these characters as if they are real characters doing real things. But that must be an indicator of a good book right? When you can feel that involved in a book to feel something for a character, even if it's just annoyance or disappointment?
Anyway. What I did like about this book was the world Sanderson created. That is the thing about fantasy. It's world building in a way regular fiction set in the regular world is not. The author is let loose to fabricate whatever pops into his/her mind. And that is the awesome slash hard part about it. This stuff doesn't have a basis in truth. It's magic, and make believe, and to bring something make believe to life can be difficult. An author either has it, or he doesn't. You either read about a world and get lost in it, or you read about it from a distance and are aware of it's lack of authenticity the whole time.
What I love/hate about fantasy is how cool and awesome some of these worlds can be. I want them to be real! And in this world, Sanderson created the "Mistborn" and "allomancy" and I totally loved it. I wanted to be a Mistborn, sailing thru the air as if I were flying, a gifted fighter able thru allomancy to defeat bigger and stronger men. In that sense-I liked Vin. I like the whole concept of a teeny tiny girl that can kick ass. I am so stifled and annoyed by my own smallness and weakness, it infuriates me when I need a man to open my gatorade bottle and they look at me with a smirk mixed with pity, "awww, you're so weak! poor little thing." So I have a special love for cutesy female leads that can outsmart/outfight their male counterparts.
How do people come up with this stuff? Magical people who have the ability to store natural metals and minerals within themselves, and as a result turn into an enhanced, magical person? It was great. And this particular fantasy did have a little basis in truth, a hint of chemistry to make it that much easier to make sense of. So in that sense, applause to Sanderson. He created an in depth, intelligent, fun and interesting world that a reader like me could jump into and have so much fun that I could overlook my lack of warmth for Vin.
(view spoiler)[AND. While I may not have loved Vin, I did love Kelsier, which leads to my biggest complaint of all: That my favorite character be killed off at the end, and leave only Vin and Eland to carry the rest of the series, when I don't particularly like either one of them. I am so disappointed by this that I am not even sure that I am going to read the rest of the series-which is usually a big *gasp* for me, I have this thing about finishing series. I may have finished every series that I have ever read, except for ones that last more that 6 or 7 books, or another author takes over. So we'll see. I might put my faith in Sanderson and give it a go around, but I am also really exciting about reading his other book, 'The Way of Kings,' so I may just go for that one instead. (hide spoiler)]
I liked this book for the world, not the characters, which is an unusual thing for me. Typically, if I don't like the characters, or at least a character, then I don't like the book. But that was not the case here. Sanderson wrote a really cool world, and I really liked being in it.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more