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.