I live in Hong Kong, and in Hong Kong the first language is Cantonese (quite similar to Chinese). So the English translated books are not sufficient iI live in Hong Kong, and in Hong Kong the first language is Cantonese (quite similar to Chinese). So the English translated books are not sufficient in most bookstores.
Anyways, I went to one in Koon Tong today and I went to the world literature section, where the Chinese translations usually were, and I saw this.
In case you didn't catch the title, they were Hades (Halo #2) and The Savage Grace (The Dark Divine #3). The English translations of their names were Satan's Hostage (Spy Angel #2) and Blood War (Dark Atonement #3).
Why? Isn't it terrifying that these two books were written at all? Why would anyone write a translation? Man, we had enough horrible books written in Chinese as it is, we don't need books like "Satan's Hostage" and "Blood War" adding to the list, thank you very much....more
**spoiler alert** Before reading this review, please note that this is my opinion on Glitch by Heather Anastasiu and I respect any different thought.**spoiler alert** Before reading this review, please note that this is my opinion on Glitch by Heather Anastasiu and I respect any different thought. Feel free to comment to let me know!
Every moment of Zoe’s life was in complete calmness and control; harmony honed by a perfect community of robots, that was until she glitched and started to have emotions and a very convenient gift to move of things with her mind (telekinesis).
She was so scared and lonely at first that she almost yielded to the community’s advice and gave herself out to the regulators around every corner of her life. But she didn’t know that her glitching behavior had been found out by the community already. One day, she was summoned to see a doctor who put a device on her neck that immobilized her. Lucky for her a guy she remembered from the market saved her, saying that he, whose name was Adrien, was a fellow glitcher and had a gift of seeing the future. Adrien broke her free from the underground world she lived in and took her to the Resistance, a building army sworn to rebel against the perfect community of robots.
However, Zoe was allergic to mold; any kind of them. So it made her very difficult to survive on the surface with the Resistance. To get her the proper medicines, they had to go back. In order to let Zoe return without giving out any of the past memory of rebellion, she agreed to have her disk washed. But that also killed her thoughts of being happily together with Adrien.
Back in her world with no idea who Adrien was, Zoe realized her classmate Max was also a glitcher when he hugged her in his house on a tutorial session. He confessed to be in love with her the entire time and wanted to keep her away from danger. Despite how much she wanted to feel the way Max wanted her to, Zoe still diverged with him on many matters because Zoe believed she should save everyone from the horrible controlling society while Max only wished safety for themselves which, with his gift to disguise, could be easily achieved. Meanwhile, Zoe started to remember her day with Adrien and decided to ask him for help. Torn between two lovers in the era of hiding and sneaking, Zoe made sacrifices and choices she didn’t want, even if it endangered her and her admirers.
There is only one word I can think of to describe Zoe—compassionate. She loved everyone and wanted to save all of them. Every time when she was talking to fellow glitchers, she must include something like, “We have to save Markan (her brother), Adrien.”, “What is to happen to them? I must help them! When are we going to the Resistance?”
Man that girl was almost annoying with her whole saving-the-entire-humanity tirades. I mean, I get that she wanted to save others from the miserable faith of becoming heartless human beings but sometimes she just have to STFU. I cannot understand why Adrien, let alone Max were willing to stick with her for so long, but personally I think Max was insane, so that could be somehow understandable. She was so weak because of she had never felt any emotions that she was always letting it get the best of her. If it was not for her super kickass power that made Jean Grey’s grade 5 “Phoenix” skills looked like a child’s play, I would have wanted her to remain as a smart robot.
The book was transformed into the weirdest form of sex education by Max. Seriously, that guy was the perfect model to teach children to use condom and only have sex with the ones you love. It was comical how idiotic he was in matters of ‘pleasure’. For example:
“No!” His eyes opened wide. “Pleasure is wonderful. Really. I’m surprised you haven’t found it out on your own. I thought for sure anyone glitching would discover it right away like I did. Can I look at your genitalia?”
Way to be smooth, jackass!
“Can I look at your genitalia?”
Max was obsessed with having sex with her so much that it was obviously not love, but lust.
“It’s horrible, I know. But forget all that, Zoe. The only thing we can do is try to forget it all and enjoy ourselves as much as we can.” He reached for my waist and grabbed that bottom of my shirt.
“Wait, Max, I don’t know—“
His voice was low and breathy with excitement. “We deserve this, you and me. We can make up right now for everything they stole from people.”
He started a trail of sizzling kisses down my neck. My face flushed. My mind raced even as my body reacted in ways I didn’t understand. Everything was happening so fast. He was so intense, holding and kissing me like he wanted to devour me.
Everything with Max was hot and cold. We’d just been arguing a moment ago, and now he had suddenly changed again. He was reckless and wild, but he was also someone who cared for me so much. Who wanted to be my family. Wasn’t that what I wanted, too? I let myself kiss him back in confusion.
Below are the reasons why I think Glitch made the perfect model to read in a sex education lesson:
1. Max impregnated someone. Obviously condoms were non-existent in this perfect world. 2. All Max did when he was with Zoe was trying to get her to have sex with him. 3. Not only did he impregnate someone, he knocked up a girl he did not love to utilize her.
But then again, Max was my favorite character because he was the most complicated and multi-dimensional. All Adrien could think was goody-good, helping Zoe and washing her with compliments, though Max, on the other hand, had more human in him than the saint-like Adrien. Even though Max was truly weak, he had his personality stepping between the boundaries of good and bad and had darker reasons to his choices.
Nonetheless, I love the fact that Anastasiu solved nearly every mystery opened up at the beginning so that they would not drag the second book of the series. Also, I am looking forward as to see what the gifted glitchers could do with their superpowers to rebel against the community. The visuals when Zoe was using her power was forward and smooth, which made it the best thing about the character.
2 stars out of 5. This book made me laugh, but not intentionally. Still I can’t say I hate this because I do like reading colorful fantasies and fairytales.
I am juggling between whether to read the second book or not but if I do, I hope there will be more descriptions on the side characters such as Molla. Molla might not be in love with Zoe, but she was a hopeless romantic and a glitcher, so reading her story would probably be more interesting than wondering why two guys would be so obsessed with a teenage girl.
But then again, Scott (Cyclops) and Logan (Wolverine) from X Men were fighting over the Jean Grey (Phoenix) as well, who was gifted with telekinesis like Zoe.
Huge thanks to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press for this ARC.
This book is filled with unintentional laughs. Seriously. This book is hilarious, and it is not a compliment.
Let's not mention that the plot is a clicThis book is filled with unintentional laughs. Seriously. This book is hilarious, and it is not a compliment.
Let's not mention that the plot is a cliche, everything is predicted, the way the characters behave are too perfect to be true in their own way, not one character is ugly, the dialogues practically tell you the worst thing to expect in a relationship.
No sex equals no jealousy. No overly emotional woman equals no love.
No messiness equals a perfect marriage.
"Someone who spends all your money and nags you every night and bitches about cleaning up your mess."
He'd been crazy to wait this long. He should have known sex was the fastest way to ensure a relationship settled.
Not finished yet.
And what if the Yankees went to the World Series this year? She'd have to deal with his lousy arrogance and patronizing smiles. Oh God...
AND whenever there is a crisis, at least one of them will suddenly appear to be naked.
"Make you? Make you?" His fingers twisted around a wad of silky, satiny fabric as he fought for a shred of control. When the haze finally cleared his vision, Nick blinked and looked down.
Then realized his wife was naked. Her lime-green robe had slid down over her shoulders and now gaped open. Her sash slipped unnoticed to the floor. He expected to catch a glimpse of some lacy negligee to made to incite a man's lust. He got much more.
Jesus, she was perfect.
Sometimes Alexa, the lead girl, could not make a stranger conclusion on people.
Gabriella spoke in a clipped manner. "Fine. I'll leave. I needed to see for myself who he chose over me." Her expression informed Alexa she didn't understand Nick's decision. "I'll be out of town for a bit. I committed to help in Haiti with some of the rebuilding."
Oh. My. God. She was a humanitarian. The woman looked perfect, had money, and actually helped people. Alexa's heart sank.
With a woman as condescending and bitchy and fake as Gabriella, Alexa would actually think that she was a perfect angel? Have you ever heard of any supermodel literally helping Haiti with some of the rebuilding. Yes, I have heard of a few cases of them helping Haiti. But really being there to rebuild? Never.
Alexa would also be turned on by everything Nick did. Even in cases like this, he was still sexy as hell.
He wore an apron tonight over his faded jeans and T-shirt, Instead of softening his masculinity, the plain black apron emphasized lean hips, a broad chest, and a magnificent butt. His grace and ease in such a domestic environment made her breath hitch just a bit.
So that is why french maid costumes were made to put on guys. Oh wait, they were not. It's an apron. Calm down.
... Drowning in the taste of Scotch and male heat. He parted her legs and tortured her with...
What is a male heat?
...her second shock of the night when he smiled down at her-- a dangerous, masculine smile that promised unspoken pleasures...
What is a masculine smile?
Nick kept his hand locked on Alexa's and led her over to the coatroom, determined not to let her out of his sight. In a few hours, she'd be in the only place where she couldn't get in any trouble. And it wasn't over any rainbow.
It was in his bed.
No shit, Sherlock. I am not as dumb as you think. No need to be so blunt.
Son of a bitch.
He was in love with his wife.
Yep, falling in love with his wife was definitely the most horrifying, the worst thing the world could offer. Oh the humanity.
The Marriage Bargain is so funny it is like Breaking Dawn, Part 1. It is full of, and I quote from a few critics, "unintentional laughs that make this funny and not boring." True, I was never bored when reading this since this was quite short and unthinkably bad dialogue could jump out everywhere. I could not give this one star this is so hilarious. 1.5 stars out of 5....more
Don't ask me why I read this, but I did, and I did not finish it because it was too tedious and boring.
The biggest problem I had with this book, besidDon't ask me why I read this, but I did, and I did not finish it because it was too tedious and boring.
The biggest problem I had with this book, besides the never-ending storyline they repeated again and again and the fact that a lot of things did not make sense at all (like how all characters couldn't do a simple math equation even though they were described as ubersmart) was Helen. I read Dreamless with an Android app on my phone so I could make bookmarks while I was reading and I bookmarked every single line that the book failed to make sense to me. I realized after I had stopped reading this after 140 pages that most bookmarks were made because Helen was being a stupid, inconsiderate, humorless female.
"You have to chew bacon, Lennie," her dad said sarcastically. "It doesn't just dissolve in your mouth."
"Is that how it works?" Realizing she had been sitting there stock-still, she forced herself to act normal and crack a joke. "Now he tells me."
If I were her dad, I would completely lose hope in raising this daughter. First of all, that was not funny. Secondly, it was a human instinct to chew the shit you had in your mouth or you would drool all over yourself the first second you opened your mouth and talked(at least that was what happened when I tried to put a hot bacon in my mouth without chewing, maybe that was another superpower Helen had). Reading Helen's horrible attempt to make a joke gave me an inexplicable desire to headdesk.
Helen smeared some peanut butter on a hunk of bread and drizzled honey over it before she took a giant, angry bite. She chewed mechanically, hardly noticing the sticky ball of bread and nutty-sweet paste sealing up her mouth. She felt like she was choking something most of the time, anyway--like there was a wad of words lodged permanently in the back of her throat. What was a little peanut butter compared to that?
I did not understand what that paragraph was talking about because if Helen felt like she was choking most of the time, then she should be dead right now, not still eating. Also, eating peanut butter sandwich was not equivalent to choking you unless you were allergic to it and there had been no indication in Dreamless saying that Helen had any allergy, so I had not idea how Ms. Angelini could just change the subject like that. Thirdly, having a wad of words stuck in your throat was a far cry from choking. I have choked before, and it felt much worse then having words undelivered in you throat. You could die from the former, but you would not die from having 'a wad of words lodged permanently in the back of her (your) throat'.
She gulped down a glass of milk and shuffled back out front, still feeling like she was being blamed for something that wasn't her fault. She avoided Kate for the rest of the night to punish her.
Helen, if I actually knew you in reality, I would be glad you were avoiding me because that would save me energy to avoid you.
Even though he was fighting for his life, Helen couldn't stop herself from noticing that he really needed a haircut.
Thank you, Helen, for once again proving how shallow and stupid and inhuman you were.
In one fluid motion, Hector raised his torso back to vertical and claimed the sward for himself. As he yanked it out of the ground he used the grip-stop-go momentum of the freed blade to slash across the chest the next figure that appeared out of the gloom, all the while moving faster than the beat of a hummingbird's heart.
If a person rose from the ground into an upright position, I doubted many would describe that movement as 'raising his torso back to vertical.
Unfortunately for Helen, holding back her power required way more energy than just letting the bolts go.
Well then why could you not just release your energy and kill all the people or whatever creatures you were fighting against? It was either you or them, would you rather die? Stupid Helen.
She could create one that would kill them all, but she couldn't bring herself to do that.
Again, Helen was a stupid little girl. They were trying to kill her, and yet there she was, holding back because she 'couldn't bring herself to do that'.
Hearing her shout of pain seemed to shock Lucas out of his frenzy. He looked down to see Helen on her knees, cradling her injured wrist. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Before Helen could get to her feet, he jumped into the air and was gone from sight.
我頂你啊！See, reading this made me curse in Chinese. What the hell was wrong with Lucas? Who on earth would whisper sorry and then vanish from sight? Good grief, Helen, get over the boy, he was insane, heartless and do not even listen to his apologies.
Also, 19-17=2. Therefore, they were not cousins. I asked two friends of mine this question.
Me: If you really, really love a boy, only to discover after you've fallen in love that you were cousins, would you still be with him?
Friends: I would stay with him if I love him that much.
They were torturing each other and those reading Dreamless. Just get together for god's sake and save the mushy shit that sounded strangely like you have multiple personality disorder.頂！
She's fine," Helen said soothingly.
"Of course you'd think she's fine. You don't have any concept of how easy it is for her to get hurt. You're impervious," Jason snapped back at Helen, his voice rising slightly with every sentence.
Touche, Jason, touche.
Jason was probably the sanest person in the entire book given that he was the only one who would snap at Helen and knew how insanely childish and horrible a person Helen was. Too bad Ms. Angelini did not care about any character other than Helen, Lucas and Orion. Side characters like Jason were like paper boards standing in the background with no lines or personality whatsoever. I was surprised Ms. Angelini would let her precious little heroin gotten hurt by Jason talking back, honestly.
Helen pinched her eyes with her fingers until she saw pale blue spots.
First of all, I thought she was impervious so she should not be able to get hurt and saw pale blue spots. Second of all, if Ms. Angelini was reading this, I would like to invite her to pinch her eyes with her fingers. If her eyeballs were still there and not turned into gushes of blood, then I would volunteer to call Guiness World Records.
"And what makes you think Helen is more important than you are?" Jason asked, his face turning bright red with anger.
Jason is now officially my favorite character in Dreamless.
"Just stay out of this!" Jason yelled. He brushed past Helen on his way to the door. "You're not the center of everyone's universe, you know." The door slammed.
There IS justice in Dreamless! Thank you very much, Jason. I can't tell you how freaking elated I was upon reading this lose your nuts while talking to that idiot.
In a way, this was more disheartening than anything that had been said during the fight. Jason obviously held some kind of grudge against Helen.
Well, yeah, I guess everyone would in reality, wouldn't they? Jason was like the readers in Dreamless. He voiced out our complains and then got scolded for being honest to himself. It must be a good book universe in Dreamless.
Somehow over the past few weeks Lucas had learned how to use his ability to manipulate the air to create a soundless vacuum. It was almost like he wasn't really there anymore.
亞太區將有一日成為亞太區街啊，next thing you know Lucas would be able to shoot fire balls from his backside.
Every time she saw Lucas it got worse. He was changing, but not for the better. Something wrong was happening to Lucas.
Yeah, like the fact that he could not do a simple math equation.
Claire told everyone that they couldn't safely read the scrolls without a proper initiation first.
What? To test the theory here, I told my mom that I couldn't study anymore because I needed an initiation to safely read the scrolls, she was scared by my bullshitting and thought I was on the edge of a mental breakdown.
...both of them were leaning toward each other so close it was like they were trying to climb into each other's eyes.
"Sounds like you know him better than you've said," Lucas said stiffly.
I'm sorry, but NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR FREAKING OPINION.
"Because I don't want you getting sidetracked by some trashy piece of Roman eye candy."
SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I BARGE INTO YOUR STUPID LITTLE FICTIONAL WORLD AND MAKE YOU.
She was surprised to hear him speak so passionately.
Me too, I did not know that Helen cared about anyone besides herself.
"Well, it is Friday night. I figured, what the heck?" Helen joked, but o one laughed.
I'm tired. There are a lot more than the ones I've typed even thought I didn't even finish half of Dreamless. Overall, I really did not like Helen. The fact that almost all of them did not stand up to her irritated me as well. I thought this would have somewhat improved, but this is worse than Starcrossed. However, I'd give this one and a half stars out of five because I like Jason.
Before reading this review, please note that this is my opinions on The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith, and I resBefore reading this review, please note that this is my opinions on The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith, and I respect any other thoughts on this.
Hadley had never missed a flight in her entire life, when she did it this time, she missed it by four minutes. Four minutes led to waiting a few more hours of waiting for a new one, and less time to prepare for her father's wedding. Saddened by her miscalculation and misfortune, she found help from a cute british boy, Oliver, who assisted her in the busy waiting area and on the plane. Within that short hours they spent together in the terminal and the plane, Hadley sought comfort amist her claustrophobia and her bigger fear in meeting her father and new stepmother from Oliver. Oliver was a perfect gentlement to Hadley, though both of them fidgeted when they talked about their families.
After the plane had landed, they parted ways with reluctance. Hadley had been dreading for the moment of the wedding forever, and despite of the bliss she found in Oliver, she was still horrified by the idea of having a new mother instead of the caring one she had now that just had a fight with Hadley. Hadley realized that maybe things might not be how they seem, that rule worked on both Hadley's new parents and Oliver.
Completely traumatised by the divorce her parents had two years ago, Hadley still had issues with facing her father without reminiscing about his betrayal in England. Now on her flight to the country that swallowed him, she knew she had to pretend or act. Basically, Hadley was cynical about everything nuptial, with her father's cheating burnt so deep in her bones you could not expect anything more from her. However, when such a sweet guy was sitting next to you, trying his best to distract you from the to-be worst night of your life, you would think that she should be less pessimistic towards anything. Laughing is good for your health, Hadley.
"sinking! The whole city! Can you believe it?" She frowns in moch seriousness. "That does sound quite important!"
Mock seriousness? Venice was sinking! The art, hertages and sceneries, gone! Much less talk about the GNP of Italy and millions of people losing jobs. Venice was sinking, and you were more worried about your stepmother? It was very obvious that he was in love with you, Hadley, no normal guy would want to sit next to a pessimist and chat with her relentlessly until she forget about her claustrophobia and horrible parents for 10 hours. How can you not see that?
Albeit her lack of interest in life, Hadley was merely a girl lost in adolescence. She was extremely lucky to have Mr. Right here to cheer her up, and they had great chemistry together. They had me convinced that they were absolutely affected by the spark shimmering between them simply by their lovely conversations.
"Exactly. And my family certainly never looked the way I drew them." "Stick figures?" "Come on now," he says. "Give me a little credit. They had hands and feet, too."
The dialogues are the best thing about this book, aside from their apparent chemistry and admiration. It was witty and quick, back and forth but it never felt forced or weird. Although they had only knew each other for a short time, they had shared more secrets than to other people. According to Hadley, that was the perks of being on a plane with a charmng companion since you could get off it and never see that person again for the rest of your life, your brief friendship ended there. But readers knew it will not end there just from there conversations, you knew they both had heavy family burdens on their shoulders, you would not stop rooting for them to be together to be complete.
Nevertheless, the plot was very much predictable and cliche, especially when the stepmother turned out to be one of the nicest, most beautiful milf of all time. It was a sweet ending to a sweet book, with the whole (view spoiler)[the prince came back even when they had a fight (hide spoiler)] chivalrous, yet used in 50s movies. The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight reminded me of Roman Holiday, in which Princess Anya went away from her protective bodyguards and the busy social life she hated for a day and fell in love with a journalist. They shared a few passionate kisses before parted ways, but knew clearly that they could never be together with their respective positions and soical standing. Roman Holiday ended with a crowd of journalists, including the love interest, asking Anya questions and shaking hands while introducing themselves to her. The protagonists looked at each other with recognition, acceptance and love in their eyes with they shook hands, then they went separate ways for the last time. I am not saying that Hadley and Oliver should not be together after the wholesome 24 hours they spent together; they should, though maybe Smith could consider writing the ending a little differently to bring out the deeper meaning of love, especially the love illustrated here (love at first sight), a rather critical and risky route to choose, yet I would enjoy reading a YA romance novel that had the whole package with a thought-provoking final chapter and adorable romance.
A 24 hours setting was usually very exciting and sad, as the end of the day would mean the end of their journey shared. I appreciate the writer leaving out the aftermath of their relationship and their "we'll make this work" talk because we all know what that means after watching Like Crazy. Nonetheless, the 24 hours were not exploited to their full potential while theu were on the plane. They could do a lot more than to talk about their family issues, especially an airplane with everyone asleep. They got to know each other, but Oliver and Hadley did not do anything together. In Before Sunrise, a movie about things a just-met couple did in less than 12 hours, they stole wine, played games in a pub, walked along roads of paris, talked about themselves, had sex... They did plenty of things! That was a classic, a movie every one must see before they die, and that would not have been that successful if the whole time they only talked. Whilst I enjoy their funny dialogues, I would also love to see a mischievous side of them, disregarding anything happening with their lives. I had read them, and that was not enough.
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