My Life Next Door. This was supposed to be a "a dreamy summer read." Huntley Fitzpatrick shouldn't have taken on writing about something so serious. IMy Life Next Door. This was supposed to be a "a dreamy summer read." Huntley Fitzpatrick shouldn't have taken on writing about something so serious. I'm echoing everyone else's sentiments here. The first half, where Sam and Jace fall in love, is fucking fantastic. Exactly what I want in a summer read. Jace Garrett. There's one boy I won't be forgetting in a while. But all through the second half, my mind screamed, not enough. Nowhere near enough. The rest...it just didn't measure up to the start. That said, I love the way Huntley Fitzpatrick writes. This is an engaging, funny debut that made me laugh and nearly cry. I've stayed up all night reading and I'm still smiling....more
A Sun Summoner is discovered! Ravka is saved! And Alina, our Sun Summoner, (they are as rare there as an honest politician here) is whisked away fromA Sun Summoner is discovered! Ravka is saved! And Alina, our Sun Summoner, (they are as rare there as an honest politician here) is whisked away from everything she has ever known. Sounds familiar? It is. Once in Os Alta, (where the Grisha live) she is taught by Botkin and Baghra to harness her powers, which is apparently beyond belief. And then there's her new mate, Genya, a Tailor. (I fell for Genya. By the end, I wanted to kill her and make out with her. But not necessarily in that order.) Alina misses her best friend Mal, but she's starting to fancy the Darkling. But while the Darkling and Alina are off having sexy times, Mal is biting his nails off and worrying himself stiff.
Let me break down the Darkling, Alina and Mal.
Alina: If someone in Ravka is called the Darkling, then I imagine Alina would be called the Weakling. A Sun Summoner sounds too...lively...to be her. If anyone was expecting a paragon of chick spunk, Alina isn't it. She's a nobody. She is the "nothing special" disenchanted creature personified. Not your typical kick ass heroine at all. She seemed a little on the kiss ass side, to tell you the truth.
And here's the two men in this luurve triangle. (This one's relatively scalene.)
Mal: He is so goddamned perfect and thoroughly sexy in his drunk on kvas and his girl tumbling ways, I wanted his flawless head on a stick right away. Fellow orphan turned best friend, He Who Leaves Swooning Grisha In His Wake (okay, not really.) But I'll have to confess that it was the sexed-up Darkling that I wanted, not the beddable Mal.
Darkling: The Darkling, really? (Will he ignite into flames in the sun? Does he bleed mystery and smell like brimstone? He sounds like he rides on the Nazgûl's Hell Hawks and has a few of them Horcruxes stashed away somewhere.) But more ad rem, is he dark and does he brood? Yes. Is he clichéd? YES. So much yes. Will you still fall for him helplessly? Sadly, yes.
(And the end felt too slapdash and lackadaisical and slipshod. No, those are not words I've just made up right now.)
"The stag had been showing me my strength-not just the price of mercy but the power it bestowed. And mercy was something the Darkling would never understand."
Alina seems to have a very Dumblebore-ian appreciation of mercy here.
It really is a decent book though, and to be honest I feel quite guilty for not liking it better. I think the Hype Bunny killed it for me. Millions of Divergent fans fell for it, too. To have someone like Veronica Roth say, "Unlike anything I've ever read." for your book! I expected more. Alina Starkov(a) couldn't be lesser like Tris. She wasn't even Tris Lite. And Mal isn't the first or the last best friend some girl falls in love with. As for the Darkling, he's just a Sapling of true evil. (See what I did there? -ling? No?)
All in all, not haunting, but not spiritless either.
This just isn't my species of book. Don't get me wrong, I love Robin Hood as much as the next girl, but I'm more into the fantasy sort.
No one reallyThis just isn't my species of book. Don't get me wrong, I love Robin Hood as much as the next girl, but I'm more into the fantasy sort.
No one really knows ’bout me. I’m Rob’s secret, I’m his informant, I’m his shadow in dark places.
This is just another of those books I can eat up in a day. I was gripped while I was reading it. Right from the start to the end. But I won't be gushing about it for a year, or giving it more stars, cause frankly I've come across too many rare gems of books to just freely throw my stars about.
But to be fair to A. C. Gaughen, she has pulled of quite a dishy Robin Hood.
“You are my whole heart, Scarlet. And this is breaking it." “Let me heal up a bit, and we’ll see if we can make his part of ‘so long as ye both shall live’ a little shorter.” “I’ll keep your heart, Scar,” he whispered. “If you keep mine.”
And Scarlet herself is fierce. "I'm saying that some girls slap, but I have knives.”
And wise. “I know what it's like when you can't get no one to listen to you. When what you say don't matter. I half think every girl knows what it's like to be silenced.”
And sometimes she just breaks my heart. “He takes the guilt and responsibility that others can't. John takes the punches. I just take the hunger, and most times it feels like awful little.”
Having said that, this just hasn't met my expectations. It felt too forced, too strained and stilted at times. Scarlet was unconvincing now and then, and she is too much of a martyr, she keeps relentlessly punishing herself, and I've honestly read enough about tortured souls to last me a life time. It was just plain annoying at times. Rob's merry men John and Much also felt too hackneyed every so often. Even Rob himself was typecast once in a while.
I was keen on the story line, a merry woman is fresh and revolutionary. That is a redeeming facet of this book. And all in all, it was a good debut, but unfortunately not the unforgettable sort.
I love this book. And the cover is exactly how I imagine Kendra. She isn't my favorite witch, but she's defWow. Just...wow. A well-deserved four star.
I love this book. And the cover is exactly how I imagine Kendra. She isn't my favorite witch, but she's definitely up there in the top five. This book literally blew me away. The...strength of feeling is the best way I can think of describing it. The strength of feeling in her words is awe-inspiring. Alex Flinn takes all these corny cliches and turns it into something original. The woman CAN SO WRITE.
This book reads like a thriller, I couldn't stop turning the pages. The story charmed me from the start. I fell for it hook, line sinker, lock, stock, barrel. The KENDRA SPEAKS were like little slices of fairytale heaven. They were the best elements of the book for me. Her retellings were like a fresh breath of air, inventive and amusing and tragic at the same time. Lisette and Emma's story was good too. Every time you think you know where it is going, the story takes a new turn. It kept managing to surprise me. This book was completely . . . bewitching. Sorry, I couldn't resist.
On the whole, I definitely recommend this to everyone who loves fairytales, or a good read. Alex Flinn has indeed done it again....more
This was just . . . meh. Nothing special. It was OK, but as far as Alex Flinn goes, it was sort of disappointing. It started out good, but she was tryiThis was just . . . meh. Nothing special. It was OK, but as far as Alex Flinn goes, it was sort of disappointing. It started out good, but she was trying just a little too hard to make Lindy sound like a typical teen girl. So, two stars. I didn't NOT like it, but I didn't like it either. ...more
Yes, there IS a reason as to why Rhine looks like she's in unbelievable agony here. No, she's not high. And, no, it's not because there are red ants Yes, there IS a reason as to why Rhine looks like she's in unbelievable agony here. No, she's not high. And, no, it's not because there are red ants crawling all over her body. She's sick. Very. But no, not as sick as she looks.
So I'll admit I wasn't really looking forward to this book. Wither was just painful. Really, I bet I looked like Rhine in Fever when I was reading Wither. My eyeballs felt too big for their sockets and my head hurt like a bitch. And I decidedly DID NOT like Gabriel.The only thing hot about that boy is his name.
Do I like the world DeStefano made? Yes. Why? It's not a very creative reason, no. But it is what it is and right now it's different. ...more