**spoiler alert** I need to re-read this story and with much more care. It's beautiful, that's undeniable, but I didn't put in the work necessary to f**spoiler alert** I need to re-read this story and with much more care. It's beautiful, that's undeniable, but I didn't put in the work necessary to fully appreciate it. It's kinda like looking at a really attractive person, and only noticing their beauty because you aren't an idiot yet still missing the essentials. Some metaphors and symbols are easy to catch [like a few of Florentino's lovers] but they aren't the ones you want [also like Florentino's lovers]. One has to dig deep into a novel like this, peel away the clothing...whoops, I meant layers. On the other hand, Florentino Ariza is one of the most believable characters I've come across in awhile. His fuck-ups redeem him from what appeared to be simp tendencies, and brings a story which gives more than a few nods to magical realism back to Earth. He gives his body with tiny pieces of his heart to other women while saving the whole of it for Fermina. That's normal. At first you think he was going to spend the entire novel pining for her in a perpetual state of virginity. That doesn't happen #Spoiler? Anyways, this gets a read over from me and rating with next go round....more
My mother couldn't finish the book because it was 'too weird' and I see now what she meant. Walker takes it off the deep end with this super new age-yMy mother couldn't finish the book because it was 'too weird' and I see now what she meant. Walker takes it off the deep end with this super new age-y collection of "memories" and hen house tales. She tries to hard to prove that she's something like a Buddhist who's connected, and loves everything including bullies and chicken sh**. It's boring and a bit much--if that's even possible. The scope of the book swings back and forth between Walker sitting with the chickens (contemplating the seen and unseen world as they eat the treats she gives) or in some other country thinking about those same chickens whom she calls her "Girls." Maybe the Chronicles would have been easier to swallow if she'd simply focused on raising these interesting creatures rather than using them and any instance of normal chicken behavior, as a her means of illustrating the world as simultaneously abstract and sucky. Also, I'm hella disturbed by the fact that she acts more motherly towards those hens than her own biological daughter. But that's none of my business. ...more
**spoiler alert** Granted I did like the concept behind the story, Amel, the troublesome Spirit who animates all vampires, coming into consciousness--**spoiler alert** Granted I did like the concept behind the story, Amel, the troublesome Spirit who animates all vampires, coming into consciousness--the book was basically more of the same: the incessant praise of the European arts, whiteness, and chapters dragging on considerably longer than they ever should. At least we got a black vampire (one that wasn't described as Coal Black), but maybe he could not have been a Stereotype? God I wish L.A. Banks was still with us. I might be done with the Chronicles....more
I'm glad I wasn't the only person who viewed the Hempstock women as a metaphor for the Triple Goddess.
This is my first Gaiman novel and the only timeI'm glad I wasn't the only person who viewed the Hempstock women as a metaphor for the Triple Goddess.
This is my first Gaiman novel and the only time I really considered the pendulum that is childhood. Our protagonist shifts between two states: the joy he finds in his bookwormy explorative nature and the despair brought about by his inability to solve problems, ambivalence towards adulthood, and the acknowledgement his own smallness. It's in this way that Gaiman reminds us of how we felt about ourselves, if we are willing to admit it, and the grown-ups we knew as children, all practical, myopic, and completely unaware of the magical goings on down the road. Gaiman's protagonist is who we were, while Lettie Hempstock portrays the young person we wanted to be--she's likely all knowing, powerful, and gets to use bad English on several occasions without being corrected. If you are interested in exploring magical realism and the longings of the subconscious The Ocean At The End Of The Lane is worth picking up....more
In a world replete with Katniss Everdines and Tris Priors[Divergent], Sherri L. Smith graces us with a YA FIC shero who's not only beautiful, brillianIn a world replete with Katniss Everdines and Tris Priors[Divergent], Sherri L. Smith graces us with a YA FIC shero who's not only beautiful, brilliant, and the bomb; she's also black. Meet Fen De La Guerre the alternative and exceptional female lead character of the dystopian world called ORLEANS. Oh! And she's not romantic. Thank God. While I must admit that I'm a little biased towards Fen, I do have a critique. The story, though well written, was a tad bit rushed. Some things felt unfinished to me. Perhaps that was the authors intent? To make Orleans in the literal sense the place where there are no "happy endings", where no one grows old, where the girl doesn't get the boy, and evil characters that should be dealt with, go on about their half-lives unchecked? I've never read anything like it, at least not as far as works for YA's go. Overall It's a treat and the ending is unexpected--which almost never happens. Eat your heart out Hunger Games. ...more