So Bick is a good storyteller. If this were a movie, then it'd be one hell of a movie.
I just didn't feel anything for the characters, except Mr. AndeSo Bick is a good storyteller. If this were a movie, then it'd be one hell of a movie.
I just didn't feel anything for the characters, except Mr. Anderson, but then again, mostly because he's hot.
I guess I should've known what to expect from the blurb—
"Jenna Lord’s first sixteen years were not exactly a fairytale. Her father is a controlling psycho and her mother is a drunk. She used to count on her older brother—until he shipped off to Afghanistan. And then, of course, there was the time she almost died in a fire. "
There was this book I read a while ago called Liar, also with an unreliable narrator, and honestly I'm not even sure how unreliable or reliable Jenna, but this entire style of "figure out what's true and what the unreliable narrator is hiding" is just incredibly frustrating for me and not worth the effort.
There were some wannabe "OMG" moments at the end, but they didn't really affect me since I was mostly skimming through the boring details and therefore missed the "crucial" points needed to have a reaction of "OMG"
I think the "climax" could have been fleshed out a bit more.
I feel like this is what Stolen: A Letter to My Captor would have been like if it had not been set in the breathtaking Australian Outback, and the descriptions had been carved out and tossed, and extra bucketloads of tragedy had been thrown in for flavoring. Maybe that was it, maybe it was just too much.
Honestly, if Mitch Anderson wasn't smoking hot, this would probably be a 1 star rating—
"The rays of the rising sun bathed his shoulders and back, which were flawless and very muscular, a rich, warm gold."
Otherwise, I just felt nothing.
I'm not even entirely sure if there was a resolution, but the sad part is, I don't really care. ...more
With The Storyteller I've realized that my taste in books is much like my taste in music: fickle. I have yet to find a reviewer whose tastes I closelyWith The Storyteller I've realized that my taste in books is much like my taste in music: fickle. I have yet to find a reviewer whose tastes I closely identify with, or an author whose tales I can always count on to be pleasurable.
But I know what I like in a story.
Sprinkles of humor, a bit uneasy at first, but with character development the ability to laugh heartily at situations in a novel. I don't read for chuckles, I'd go to Twitter for that. I want to laugh whilst reading, but I want to laugh because I've grown accustomed to the personalities and quirks of each character, so when there is a circumstance — those "it was only funny if you were actually there" kinda circumstances — I can laugh too, because I am there.
But The Storyteller is so much much more than witty. The writing is beautiful, the plot engrossing, the people real and lovable.
There is an element of mystery, a puzzle, that is weaved into the pages of The Storyteller. Note that there are two stories, parallel to one another, one a fairy tale told with a purpose, the other real life. Two stories that are closely intertwined, hints in each one, cleverly arranged.
This is foreshadowing done right, subtly, insightfully, beautifully. I love this book.
Oh yes, I forgot. Quotes—
"This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold"
"The beach at twilight was the best place to get her thoughts in order, to spread them out over the same like pieces of cloth, to unfold and refold them, again and again."
"She longed for the cool silver of her flute in her hands. For a melody. Not for white noise, for a real melody."
"Think a little more and then take the square of the result and you'll have the truth."
"The white noise from the old Walkman enveloped them both; like a blanket of new snow, it draped itself over them, shutting out all the curious looks."
"Under the beeches, where the anemones bloom in the spring"
Oh yes, the repetition is wonderful. The same vivid — yes, vivid — descriptions over and over again, until they are etched into your mind like a photograph, and then when more is revealed, you will align the pieces, connect the dots, and the photographs will come back.
This wasn't a terrible book, but just not my cup of tea. I was looking for a crime flick type of read (think James Hadley Chase). The premise was intrThis wasn't a terrible book, but just not my cup of tea. I was looking for a crime flick type of read (think James Hadley Chase). The premise was intriguing, but clearly the focus isn't on the crime, but rather the sparks between the two protagonists. Oh well. ...more
Firstly, I would recommend this "Winger" to anyone because it's freaking hilarious. I guffawed, I chucked, and emitted pretty much every other laughteFirstly, I would recommend this "Winger" to anyone because it's freaking hilarious. I guffawed, I chucked, and emitted pretty much every other laughter-containing sound you could possibly imagine. Despite spit flying out of my mouth a couple of times, this says more about my sense of humor, than anything else. Many of the jokes are quite crude, although the narrator's style itself is quite comical.
My favorite character by far? Joe(y). Just your average perfect lovable charismatic courteous homosexual Joe.
(view spoiler)[ But then Smith decided to do something "radical". And I place radical in quotation because Smith basically pulled a John Green and suddenly with a couple of paragraphs he's got a tragedy. Wow Smith. Wow. Even more disappointingly, he does this without warning near the end of the novel, and doesn't even do justice in wrapping it up or explaining the consequences. It basically felt like Finnick's death all over again.
It is possible that Smith was trying to convey the emptiness and numbness felt by Winger, and perhaps add some depth to his work, but death was an incredibly easy way out. Nonetheless, accomplishing the same task via another mechanism would've certainly been difficult since adding tear-inducing plot twists to a story ridden with perverse humor is no easy feat. (hide spoiler)]...more
I do feel like this is more catered towards middle schoolers, but I liked, I laughed, my heart warmed. When I realized that Steven from Drums, Girls &I do feel like this is more catered towards middle schoolers, but I liked, I laughed, my heart warmed. When I realized that Steven from Drums, Girls & Dangerous Pie was in this story with Annette I smiled real big and squealed internally.
There are some portions of this book I'd give a 3.5, maybe even a four. Yet others deserve nothing more than a 2, and perhaps that's being generous.
MThere are some portions of this book I'd give a 3.5, maybe even a four. Yet others deserve nothing more than a 2, and perhaps that's being generous.
My thoughts shifted and transformed and I moved through each chapter, from disgusted, to sad, to smiling. Yet the story bothered me after I had finished; it felt too perfect, like a neatly wrapped gift, the shape of a cube, ribbon on each side, a tidy bow atop.
Upon finishing the first couple of chapters I couldn't help thinking that Mean by Taylor Swift would be a fitting accompaniment to the novel, Hassan singing to Amir. I loved Hassan, obviously, who wouldn't? But both Hassan and Amir struck me as cutout characters although there weren't nearly as bad as Assef (Hosseini conveniently suggested that Assef was a sociopath to make his crimes and lack of any redeeming characteristics seem believable). I saw Amir as a weak character, prodded ahead by Soraya, his Baba, Rahim Khan, even Sohrab. The way I saw it, the most complex characters were Amir's Baba and Sohrab,
I read The Kite Runner immediately after The Book Thief. Both stories deal with death, tragedy. The difference is, the former merely states it, which the latter gives us a glimpse into the repercussions and the memories that arise when confronted with the corpse of a loved one.
I remember being badgered about "show, don't tell" all throughout elementary and middle school. The descriptions in the Kite Runner are full of nature and culture, but for one who has not been acquainted with poplar trees, dried mulberries, and Herati rugs, the mere mentions do not suffice. Others are simply dry: crystal chandelier, gold-stitched tapestries, I found myself wanting more.
I found that I couldn't stop turning the pages; I'd finish a chapter and put the book away, and then feel compelled to pick it up and continue. I'm not sure what I was looking for since about halfway through the story it was obvious where Hosseini was heading, yet he still managed to surprise me, adding curveballs left and right, just when you assumed he was going to conclude.
I cannot stress how much I hated the coincidences (view spoiler)[THE ABSOLUTE WORST OF MANY COINCIDENCES THROUGHOUT THE NOVEL: that adoption/visa guy's daughter committing suicide and then Sohrab attempting suicide. OUR OF THE MILLION DIFFERENT WAYS TO CREATE A SCHISM BETWEEN THE TWO YOU CHOOSE THAT? UGH. (hide spoiler)], and although I wish Hosseini had been a little more creative, and a lot less in-your-face-see-how-everything-ties-together-like-a-shoelace, I liked the very ending as in the last couple of pages, after all the drama, the resignation followed by the glimmer of hope. I liked that.
And even though I really didn't like most of the characters, I loved reading about Hassan and Baba and Sohrab. And most importantly, I really enjoyed reading about the kite fighting, the glass string, the kite running. A lot.
Furthermore, I do want to defend this book on some points after reading a couple of the other reviews.
(1) I liked how Persian words were woven through the story. Obviously they aren't actually speaking like that, but the words give a degree of authenticity to the novel. I neither found the words themselves confusing nor the sentence structure annoying; it was well done.
(2) I didn't think that Hassan's attitude was demeaning to all servants or insinuating that these people were happy to take on the string of insults and humiliation thrown their way. Rather, it illustrated the patience of Hassan and Ali. Also, in the second half of the story, Amir is in a situation where he is trying to prove himself worthy of Sohrab, who is also a hazara, and he even notes how the tables have been turned.
IN SUMMARY, I don't know, I just liked it. Thinking about it too much right afterwards annoyed me, but then a day later I realized that my mind had wandered to Hassan and Sohrab and I see that as a good thing. ...more
"Drums, Girls, & Dangerous Pie" is a heartwarming read that beautifully captures the inherent goodness of people. The narrator, Steven, is an ende"Drums, Girls, & Dangerous Pie" is a heartwarming read that beautifully captures the inherent goodness of people. The narrator, Steven, is an endearing dork who goes from the likes of Greg Heffley from "The Diary of A Wimpy Kid" to a thoughtful, albeit still flawed and quirky, young man. The antics of Jeffrey, Steven's incredibly adorable little brother, are chuckle-worthy and his chattery personality makes him all the livelier. Overall, this novel, although not life-changing, made me laugh a little, cry a little, and walk away with feel-good spirits, so yes, I'd recommend this. ...more
Eggers is a mediocre writer who attempts to use sex and awkward plot "twists" to maintain the reader's attention.
The futuristic setting employed in ThEggers is a mediocre writer who attempts to use sex and awkward plot "twists" to maintain the reader's attention.
The futuristic setting employed in The Circle was probably intended to be paralleled to Fahrenheit 451. The devices and gadgets in this novel don't even come close. The story revolves around a micro-sized camera.
I think the sign that Eggers has failed in his agenda—assuming his motive was to make the public aware of the dangers surrounding the proliferation of social media—was that I actually found myself in agreement with the arguments for the "all should be made public" claim whilst reading the book although in reality I'm very much an advocate of online privacy.
Sure, there is some heavy foreshadowing and I had a pretty good guess of what the ending was going to be less thanStars: 2.5/5
I couldn't put it down.
Sure, there is some heavy foreshadowing and I had a pretty good guess of what the ending was going to be less than half way through the book. However, I continued reading.
I feel like the novel could have used a bit more editing. There were a couple of scenes that seemed out of place. For example, there was a point where one of the protagonists had founds letters in a locker and I thought these letters would play a significant part towards the plot, but they didn't.
I had to read this book for school and I went through different phases with it.
Phase 1: This Sucks
You cannot read this book in parts. It will feel liI had to read this book for school and I went through different phases with it.
Phase 1: This Sucks
You cannot read this book in parts. It will feel like a jumble of pointlessness. I only truly got into the book after the first 100 pages and ever after that it wasn't like I couldn't put it down or anything.
Phase 2: I feel like I'm going to cry but no tears come out
This probably has to do most with the point of view. To me, it felt like there was no plot. I couldn't really empathize with the narrator and although I felt sad, it was an uncomfortable sort of sad. Like I was going to throw up any second.
Phase 3: Depression
The climax of this book is that one point when the depression level reaches an all-time high. It's at this point when you realize that there is not going to be a happy ending (in case you haven't already caught on by the title 'Sorrow of War').
Phase 4: Reading it again
When I went back, from the beginning, to read the book again in order to prepare for the test, I actually enjoyed the book. The pieces fit together, and it all made sense. That is, I didn't feel utterly confused and out of place during the first 100 pages, trudging through each paragraph grudgingly. ...more
**spoiler alert** Maybe it's because I haven't read a book in a while, but I really enjoyed this. I'm seeing these critical reviews judging the charac**spoiler alert** Maybe it's because I haven't read a book in a while, but I really enjoyed this. I'm seeing these critical reviews judging the character development and the plot and I think that they're ridiculous.
These is a "click flick" in a book. You don't sit there and try to analyse all the gaping plot holes. The ending was not the best part of the book. There were some vital points that I felt weren't resolved. For example, Alison never told Harry how her mother went to his father and this is why his father took on Adam and also why she decided to befriend Harry. The family emotional catharsis at the end or whatever you want to call it was totally uncalled for and over dramatized. But, oh well.
I'm not going to lie. I cried. A lot. Not at the end of course, but just reading about how Harry. Like I said, this book is a total chick flick. :)