Although shorter than most novels, this story nevertheless captures the emotional turmoil brought about by literary oppression in Revolutionary China....moreAlthough shorter than most novels, this story nevertheless captures the emotional turmoil brought about by literary oppression in Revolutionary China. With lyrical insights on adolescent innocence...
I wasn't entirely captivated with it, but I found a sense of wonderment with the characters that loved reading and the things they learned in novels. still a good read ^_^(less)
Normally I wouldn’t put too much credence over installments – especially if it was about paranormal romance – experiences in the past from other novel...moreNormally I wouldn’t put too much credence over installments – especially if it was about paranormal romance – experiences in the past from other novel series were seldom encouraging.
Even after reading Twilight, I was still skeptic about all the hype it was getting (strange really since I finished it in one day). So, when I bought New Moon, I was braced for disappointment.
One thing I can say about Meyer, she sure does know a trick or two.
Let me just say that I was not jumping up and down with the first half or so of New Moon. Though Jacob still made for an interesting character, some aspects of Bella’s attitude felt weird to me. And I just plain missed Edward. In fact, I missed the romance part so much that Victoria’s hand with all the killings, ostensibly to preserve the tension, teetered close to being just plain annoying. I was about ready to give up.
But then, on what felt like the last stretch, Meyer pumps up the suspense. She introduces a whole new coven of vampires with serious powers and hang-ups. And Edward comes back with a vengeance. Ultimately, despite all my pessimism, I found myself crying when he reaffirms his love for Bella (another measure of Meyer’s skill: I always forget that Bella's still just in high school and this is actually supposed to be a teen romance…).
But please! enough with this hysteria. It's verging on the ridiculous. And I hate that it's kinda soured me on the whole series.(less)
my first novel by ms Ward. Thrilling, sexy, fast-paced, and, in some instances, surprisingly poignant. With a bitingly (!) gorgeous hero, and a heroin...moremy first novel by ms Ward. Thrilling, sexy, fast-paced, and, in some instances, surprisingly poignant. With a bitingly (!) gorgeous hero, and a heroine with a seemingly dark future, brought together in the sensual, exciting world of vampires. the Black Dagger brothers are addictive...love them!!(less)
Ever had the feeling that the characters were too big for the story?
I haven’t read much of Gaiman’s work, and my sentiments after reading this book is...moreEver had the feeling that the characters were too big for the story?
I haven’t read much of Gaiman’s work, and my sentiments after reading this book is probably something familiar among his fans, but in reading The Graveyard Book, I could not help but have this niggling feeling that we were only being shown teasing glimpses of the promise behind each character.
Naturally, I think a lot of people will agree that the story will be far less interesting were it not for the mystery that is Silas.
Actually, all I really want to talk about is Silas.
And how badly I wish there’s a separate story about him. And the Honour Guard. And how he lived before being part of the Honour Guard. And how he and Miss Lupescu and Kandar and Haroun slew evil as the Honour Guard.
But if I were to solely focus on this book, then I suppose I can say that Gaiman was successful if his goal was to instill restlessness among his readers long after they have turned the last page. Because I definitely wanted more out of his characters. The Sleer? Definitely more. The ghouls? For certain. Even the Jacks.
Added to that is the conflict I felt towards Bod and his own conflict over his home and his wanderlust. The moments when he felt more comfortable being ignored while attending school were the times I liked him best. While him wanting more interaction with live humans made me side-eye him a bit. And yet I envy him having the hutzpah to go after his desire to travel the world. See? I’m confused.
I ramble on.
This has been an engrossing read. I should have said that from the first. But yes, I enjoyed this story.
My reaction to this novel is skewed, I admit. I was not able to give it due attention befitting of any work...more If he’s a wallflower, then I’m a dust mote.
My reaction to this novel is skewed, I admit. I was not able to give it due attention befitting of any work of literature: after reaching the halfway point, I just stashed it back onto the shelf and decided to finish it for some other time.
And, of course, when I did deign to pick up where I left off, I knew I already lost the momentum of what Chbosky was trying to convey.
And that’s the crux of the matter: the fact that I was only able to bring myself to finish this after a…sabbatical, so to speak, speaks loudly of what I really felt about this story.
The young ‘Charlie’’s forays into the painful, sublime, befuddling, and intense world of adolescence is a bit of a stereotype—in the sense that the imageries evoked by the author are not that radically different from those that I have seen in Hollywood high-school movies (whether it’s authentic or not need not be duly problematized): there is always the jock, the artsy, bohemian clique, the mousy spectacled-girl, the pretentious do-gooder, the depressed misanthrope, and other personas making up that stage of the teenage ‘drama’.
I agree with some of the reviews stating that the lead character is not really a wallflower. In my opinion, ‘Charlie’ is just exceptionally observant, with a healthy level of genuine curiosity and introspection I barely find in people nowadays (whatever ‘introspection’ people churn out are really more often for the sake of having something to ‘blog’ about in order to reaffirm a sense of individuality. Nothing wrong with that…but some ‘online thoughts’ do seem pretentious in others).
Anyway, I did feel a little cheated by the novel. I consider myself a wallflower (and perhaps one could understand if I’d rather not go into the embarrassing details) that’s why I was excited about reading this book—I thought I would be able to form a sense of affinity with ‘Charlie’, to discover the ‘’perks’’ touted by the title, if any.
But then, of course, he’s not really ‘outside’ of what is deemed the active ‘experiencing’ of life. He is actually brought into the fold of the ‘infinite’—with ‘Patrick’ and ‘Sam’ he is able to experience a plethora of emotions—without having to take a step back into the shadows in order to blend with the woodwork.
He became at times drunk with heady giddiness, or morose with excruciating guilt, and sometimes simply patently confused with the boy-girl shenanigans that preoccupy the average teen’s waking hours. Certainly, of course, the bit of popularity he earned well into the story, as well as the dramas that unfolded with him at the epicenter, are not symptomatic of someone who lived his life with his back stuck perpetually to the wall, watching everybody else cut a rug out in the middle of the floor.
And so, to (belatedly) make a story short, I was not that engaged with the story. There really was nothing striking or new about it—teenage dystopia is practically a transient rite of passage, whether experienced in seclusion or with a group. The homosexuality and sexual practices of ‘Patrick’, the drinking bouts and drug-laced sessions of the ‘infinite’ trio, and whatever other highs or lows explored in this novel that are so controversial to so many readers…should really not be all that surprising. However, I am not saying that this is the norm, or something that should just be tolerated. But it is the unflinching reality in many places in modern societies.
I really did not feel uplifted in any significant way after turning the last page. Hence, I found difficulty in what the author was trying to convey to me. If his overall message was profound or infinitely inspirational to you, then all well and good.
In my case, I was unsure if Chbosky was simply getting in line with the countless other writers or artists who tried to give concrete form (read here as a piece of writing) to societal reality. Or was he simply depicting (again, like so many others) nothing more than another instance of teenage life seen through the eyes of someone purported to be an introvert? Or was the message really only at the end: that despite the shitty things in life, sometimes the only thing that one needs is to ride the back of a speeding pickup truck and feel the rush of wind on one’s face.
And that whatever tears are shed while speeding down that road are simply the same ones that have cleansed one’s soul.
What I did enjoy in the novel are the bits of practical curiosities ‘Charlie’ asked himself (and told the unnamed recipient of his letters) as he observed his family and friends. These observations were so simple and familiar that I did ask myself at times, "why indeed?"
And, of course, there were the Beatles tunes the author was kind enough to pay homage to.
reading well into the novel (but before the doomed shipwreck), i forgot about the fact that the protagonist was supposed to be stranded out in the ope...morereading well into the novel (but before the doomed shipwreck), i forgot about the fact that the protagonist was supposed to be stranded out in the open sea with a tiger...
and then came the part in which Pi was calling and urging for 'richard parker' to swim harder and to join him on the lifeboat amidst the churning waters, and his (pi's) reaction upon realizing what he had just done. god! i never felt that good about a novel for a long time. i laughed right out loud, the person next to me thought i was losing it. suffice to say, i seriously enjoyed yann martel's novel.
there were times i felt like breaking down once i understood parts of the 'real' things that happened to pi, and times i was amused by the interplay between him and the disdainful tiger. when i think about it though, the early parts of their adventure were more engaging to read compared to the near end. but all-in-all, this novel is one i definitely labeled as "for keeps". sure to inspire, provoke, and touch...(less)