A couple of years ago I read Looking For Alaska. I loved every fibre of that book, it changed the way I looked at fiction. Then a few months ago I rea...moreA couple of years ago I read Looking For Alaska. I loved every fibre of that book, it changed the way I looked at fiction. Then a few months ago I read The Rosie Project, and it did the same thing. And then I read Everything Leads To You, and guys, it just happened again.
Everything Leads To You is about two young women, Emi and Ava, it's about falling in love, it's about family and belonging. Emi starts out working in the film industry as an intern, she goes places from there, but that's not really what the plot is about. Emi's vocation is a framing device enabling her and Ava to meet. People keep saying it's a book about movies, and I'd say it's very much not. You could replace the film industry with the music industry, and it would be the same book. It's a story about the people, not what they do, and that's why it's so powerful.
LaCour's writing is splendid. Not in that Gatsby or Catcher way, where the sentence structure and word choice and style are reason enough on their own to read the book. The strength of LaCour's writing is in her characters. It's such an honest and real story. Emi is such a believable and relatable protagonist that I could almost believe that I wasn't reading a book, but that she was sat next to me telling me her story. LaCour's characters aren't just characters, they're people.
I'm sparing with five star ratings. At present I have rated 284 books, and I've given 15 of them (including this one) five stars. To get a perfect rating a book must be perfect. Everything Leads To You is. It's enchanting. I can't wait to read it again.(less)
This book is object proof that a bad ending can ruin an otherwise promising book. There. With cards now hurled onto the table so hard they bounced off...moreThis book is object proof that a bad ending can ruin an otherwise promising book. There. With cards now hurled onto the table so hard they bounced off and embedded themselves in the walls, let's try and write a review.
The Weight Of Souls is a book about a girl (Taylor Oh) who avenges ghosts. They touch her and in so doing mark her. She then has to pass the mark on to someone else, preferably the one responsible for the ghost being, you know, a ghost as opposed to a person. Then 'the Darkness' comes and swallows up the marked man or woman. Sounds good, right? Yeah, yeah it does sound good, and it is good... Until it's not.
The writing is solid, not spectacular, kind of utilitarian. Pearce's word choice is sometimes really good, and she paints a good scene, but there are no sentences people are going to quote to each other when they talk about the craft of writing. Her characters are her strongest point. Sure, they start off kind of archetypal. The main character is a bit of a looser, because God forbid the reader has to try and project onto a popular kid. The love interest (I'll say here that the romance is handled well. I was going to devote an entire paragraph to it, but that's all there is to say, really) is in with the popular crowd, who are douchebags just because they can be. But once these characters get fleshed out more, they get believable.
There's a secret society in the book, which, I'm sorry, I just couldn't accept. In a book about ghosts, my suspension of disbelief was shattered by a secret society. I know how barmy that sounds, but trust me, the idea is kind of clumsy. That's not what killed the book though. I got over that particular plot device.
No, my beef with this book, as the opening sentence may have suggested, is with the ending.
There's no goddamn closure at all. One plot thread is closed. Taylor isn't a social pariah at the end of the book. Whoopde-fuckin'-do. Taylor's social ineptitude is the thing I cared least about in the book, and it's the only thing that gets resolved. This best not be as blatant an attempt at a sequel as it seems to be, because said sequel would have to be a complete tonal shift into something more akin to Sandman Slim meets The Mortal Instruments.
I was all set to give this book four stars up until the end, now it's lucky it's getting three. (less)
The story is entertaining and gripping. It's short enough to swallow whenever you have a couple of hours free. A train ride or a rainy afternoon. The...moreThe story is entertaining and gripping. It's short enough to swallow whenever you have a couple of hours free. A train ride or a rainy afternoon. The characters, while not exactly deeply complex (there's not really enough time for them to be) are decent enough to keep us interested. The zombie origin story is interesting, too. Different from most. But the writing is awful. Not just mistakes that a good proof read would have picked up, but the author doesn't seem to understand the possessive apostrophe. He doesn't use contractions, either. It's all 'does not', 'will not' and 'would not'. People don't talk or think like that, it serves to make the writing clunky and make it flow like a river of bricks. Word choice is poor in places, and it seems the author didn't read the finished product as it lacks the kind of polish a book gains in proofs and re-writes. That said, it sucks you in like a Dyson hoover. It's almost painful reading some of this, due to mistakes and badly worded sentences, but you have to keep reading to find out what happens. I'll be reading the others in the series to find out what happens, but I'll be re-writing some of it in my head as I go.
Excellent plotting, subpar writing. Worth a read as long as it stays under £1(less)