So what have I read this month?
Going Bovine and Fire.
Two books out of five. I'm not so confused as to why my friends call me "Fail Jenn." (Just kidding. They don't call me that, but I am a failure.)
However, in a couple of hours, it's off to the library I go! (insert dramatic theme music here)
My mood?
Determined.
Words look and seem as if they are silent, but the truth is that they really aren't. They speak, loud, soft, clearly, muddled. They speak to us.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Going Bovine
I really don't know if this counts, but I'm rereading a book. Well, I took my time to read a book. So whatever.
NOTE: This review may have some spoilers in the part where I talk about the characters. Besides that, this review is spoiler free and FDA approved.
Going Bovine was possibly one of the best books I have ever read. No joke. I mean, I’ve used the term “best book ever” until it was worn out to my sister’s old pair of Converse that really should be mine now, but no, my parents just had to give it back to her.
Screw her feet that stopped growing after she hit the age of fourteen.
Anyways, Going Bovine made me think in ways that I had thought of before, but not so in-depth... ly. I had always pushed the thoughts of “Why are we here, and what comes next?” but I always countered it with “eternity”. I, being a person of faith and doubt all at once, devoured (lol fail word choice- though people have reported me for eating bits and pieces of their math homework) this book up like frozen yogurt on a hot summer day. (Hrm. Methinks I talk about froyo a bit too much. Meh.) I am a Christian, and while some of the things that Libba Bray talked about made me iffy, I felt... changed, in a way, by the book. Though not religiously, I really felt that Libba Bray made me a bit of a different person with this book, with this fabulous writing she must be proud to call her’s. I mean, seriously.
Speaking of that, I’ve always felt that the way to tell who’s a good actor/actress is by how well they play two completely different personalities. Who says it’s different for authors? Libba Bray spun a completely different story, with characters completely different from the Gemma Doyle trilogy. They were more unique, and not those cliche, rebellious protagonists that everyone, for some reason, all like. There was a dwarf and a cussing Nordic god, for heaven’s sake! I mean, I thought Libba Bray was weird and funny before, from when I read her acknowledgments (and I am totally up for that zombie bunnies idea, just FYI), but this- this was just pure, delightful goodness that I usually find in music. Going Bovine was like a drug, like something I just couldn’t get enough of, and I was under the influence of the words of Cameron Smith, a dying teenager.
Anyways, there was also the characters that made me smile.
Gonzo used to be some weird, video-game loving dwarf that was paranoid about every little thing except for grilled cheese sandwiches and his asthma inhaler. Gonzo seriously was one of the most effing hilarious characters I have ever read about. In fact, every character in this book, except for like, the Wizard of Reckoning was. Okay. Getting off topic. But in the end, he like evolved, like, EVOLVED, into someone else. A butterfly coming out of its cocoon and becoming cute. Like in Rugrats. But yes, he grew in a single 473 pages, unlike some character growth in other books. Don't even get me started on that.
Balder was a Norse god trapped in the body of a lawn gnome. Which, I have to say, is pretty freaking sad. He was determined that his ship, Ringhorn, would come. Well, of course, it didn't and he was hallucinating just as much as Cameron, but hey, insane people are cool. Of course, if you know the story of Balder, he's killed. By mistletoe. And just as that happened in the traditional Norse myth, he is in this book. The part where they lit him up in the crapola of a ship was one of the most touching parts I have ever read in a book that consisted of a lawn gnome, a dwarf, a dying teenager, and an angel. Not kidding here.
Dulcie was and is a "loopy punk angel with a bad sugar habit", but she's not just one of those carefree people that skip around in a field of flowers. She was hiding things inside, things that Cameron didn't want to know. And I think that makes an amazing character- one with secrets. A cliche character nonetheless, but Libba Bray took that chance and used it. And speaking of taking chances- what kind of book IS THIS? No sane person would ever attempt to write a book with this plot line but Libba Bray and manage to make it one of the most heartfelt books you have ever read. *cough* Moving on to the characters.
And of course, there was Cameron. I didn't forget Cameron, you sillies!
Cameron was dying. DYING. Dead. The hamburger in the sky, that place. Yet he still managed to live his life and possibly save the world. I don't even know how to explain this; it was just... pure awesomeness, amazement, and whatever. You know what? I'm just gonna stop talking about it. Go read it yourself.
This book was just... fantastic. Everyone that doesn’t have a problem with constant cussing should read this book- especially those that can’t face the fact of death. Going bovine will always make me laugh, smile, and think in so many ways for so many ages. This book is a true wonder.
My rating: 5 stars
2 out of 60 books! Let us rejoice!
NOTE: This review may have some spoilers in the part where I talk about the characters. Besides that, this review is spoiler free and FDA approved.
Going Bovine was possibly one of the best books I have ever read. No joke. I mean, I’ve used the term “best book ever” until it was worn out to my sister’s old pair of Converse that really should be mine now, but no, my parents just had to give it back to her.
Screw her feet that stopped growing after she hit the age of fourteen.
Anyways, Going Bovine made me think in ways that I had thought of before, but not so in-depth... ly. I had always pushed the thoughts of “Why are we here, and what comes next?” but I always countered it with “eternity”. I, being a person of faith and doubt all at once, devoured (lol fail word choice- though people have reported me for eating bits and pieces of their math homework) this book up like frozen yogurt on a hot summer day. (Hrm. Methinks I talk about froyo a bit too much. Meh.) I am a Christian, and while some of the things that Libba Bray talked about made me iffy, I felt... changed, in a way, by the book. Though not religiously, I really felt that Libba Bray made me a bit of a different person with this book, with this fabulous writing she must be proud to call her’s. I mean, seriously.
Speaking of that, I’ve always felt that the way to tell who’s a good actor/actress is by how well they play two completely different personalities. Who says it’s different for authors? Libba Bray spun a completely different story, with characters completely different from the Gemma Doyle trilogy. They were more unique, and not those cliche, rebellious protagonists that everyone, for some reason, all like. There was a dwarf and a cussing Nordic god, for heaven’s sake! I mean, I thought Libba Bray was weird and funny before, from when I read her acknowledgments (and I am totally up for that zombie bunnies idea, just FYI), but this- this was just pure, delightful goodness that I usually find in music. Going Bovine was like a drug, like something I just couldn’t get enough of, and I was under the influence of the words of Cameron Smith, a dying teenager.
Anyways, there was also the characters that made me smile.
Gonzo used to be some weird, video-game loving dwarf that was paranoid about every little thing except for grilled cheese sandwiches and his asthma inhaler. Gonzo seriously was one of the most effing hilarious characters I have ever read about. In fact, every character in this book, except for like, the Wizard of Reckoning was. Okay. Getting off topic. But in the end, he like evolved, like, EVOLVED, into someone else. A butterfly coming out of its cocoon and becoming cute. Like in Rugrats. But yes, he grew in a single 473 pages, unlike some character growth in other books. Don't even get me started on that.
Balder was a Norse god trapped in the body of a lawn gnome. Which, I have to say, is pretty freaking sad. He was determined that his ship, Ringhorn, would come. Well, of course, it didn't and he was hallucinating just as much as Cameron, but hey, insane people are cool. Of course, if you know the story of Balder, he's killed. By mistletoe. And just as that happened in the traditional Norse myth, he is in this book. The part where they lit him up in the crapola of a ship was one of the most touching parts I have ever read in a book that consisted of a lawn gnome, a dwarf, a dying teenager, and an angel. Not kidding here.
Dulcie was and is a "loopy punk angel with a bad sugar habit", but she's not just one of those carefree people that skip around in a field of flowers. She was hiding things inside, things that Cameron didn't want to know. And I think that makes an amazing character- one with secrets. A cliche character nonetheless, but Libba Bray took that chance and used it. And speaking of taking chances- what kind of book IS THIS? No sane person would ever attempt to write a book with this plot line but Libba Bray and manage to make it one of the most heartfelt books you have ever read. *cough* Moving on to the characters.
And of course, there was Cameron. I didn't forget Cameron, you sillies!
Cameron was dying. DYING. Dead. The hamburger in the sky, that place. Yet he still managed to live his life and possibly save the world. I don't even know how to explain this; it was just... pure awesomeness, amazement, and whatever. You know what? I'm just gonna stop talking about it. Go read it yourself.
This book was just... fantastic. Everyone that doesn’t have a problem with constant cussing should read this book- especially those that can’t face the fact of death. Going bovine will always make me laugh, smile, and think in so many ways for so many ages. This book is a true wonder.
My rating: 5 stars
2 out of 60 books! Let us rejoice!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Fire
First review and it's on the first day!
Wow, someone give me a sticker! :D
Today, I finished Fire, by Kristin Cashore.
But what can I say? It was disappointing compared to Graceling. :\ And inexplicably confusing. With all the rapists (no joke) in this book, I can't tell who's related to whom.
My short review: M...moreFirst book of 2011, screw yes. >:D
But what can I say? It was disappointing compared to Graceling. :\ And inexplicably confusing. With all the rapists (no joke) in this book, I can't tell who's related to whom.
My short review: Meh.
My slightly longer, less spoiler-filled review: Fire was not intriguing, nor was it one of those simple pleasures that you speed through even though it’s not good at all, i.e., the Clique. It was so badly revised and executed, because Kristen Cashore just tossed all her ideas together in the book. “Oh, hey, let’s use this! Oh, hey, let’s do this and make this complete muddled mess and all of these unnecessary subplots that will make readers pull their hair out! Whoopee!”
Another short review: UGH.
This section of my review will have some spoilers, but this isn’t completely spoiler-filled. So if you’re okay with teensy spoilers that are like “Po isn’t actually graced with hand-to-hand combat!”, not “HOLY CRAPZOIDS PO IS BLIND OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.”
Whoa, there, Cashore. Way too much casual sex here, eh? I don’t think that you have to make sure that half of the characters all had sex when they were young or are rapists. It’s just… weird. I mean, we don’t act like this, and most people don’t act like this. And why on earth does Archer have to be such a male whore? I thought that most characters were supposed to be a little better than that. It’s really stupid, I’m sorry to say. I get that Cansrel and Nax would do that, but that’s because they’re just bored. Archer is a different story. If Cashore had eliminated some of the casual sex in the story, I would’ve been much happier with the book.
My new name for this book is Rape and Casual Sex.
No one’s parents were who they seemed to be. This goes in with all of the cheating, rape, and whoring around, but it still makes me really pissed off that no one’s parents are who they seem to be. I mean, can’ t you just go one part of a book without having a “Luke, I am your father” moment? :\ It’s kinda annoying when it happens every other page.
The book was immensely confusing. Cashore never really described setting change at all (I didn’t quite understand the part where Fire got kidnapped), and her descriptions of what happened in battles or skirmishes were a bit hard to understand. When I read books by Rick Riordan, it’s easy to get what’s happening in the battles and whatnot, but hey, you can’t really compare. Rick Riordan is just blessed with battle-describing skills.
Cashore rushed the end of the book and dragged the first part. It seemed that they spent forever planning, and when the impending battle finally came, they skipped it and the epilogue came. So basically, this is what the plot structure was like this.
Pitiful, isn’t it?
Yes. Kristin “Pitiful” Cashore.
Wow, I am so good at nicknames.
Now, I must say, the secrets and whatnot that Fire was holding was actually a good idea. It’s nice to have a character with so many burdens that were brought onto her because of herself. Yay, flawed characters! Fire didn’t really annoy me except for the fact that she was whoring around with Archer or whatnot. I was just annoying. I hated it. NYAH. But really, Fire was the perfect character: she had everything but she saw her own flaws, unlike people that run around going “I’m so perfect! Look at me! I’m too sexy for my shirt!” or something among those lines.
Brigan was… awesomesauce. I love those cliché characters that are all coldhearted and whatnot on the outside and have their darling little angel that makes them who they actually are. It warms my heart, so to speak, even though my heart should be pretty warm. I’m not reaching in there and feeling it, though. And neither are you. I’m gonna frigging kill you and rip your head off if you try to touch my internal organs.
Leck was creepy; I can say no more on that subject. His character was pretty awesome. I was kinda mad about how he **BIG SPOILER**
killed Archer,
**BIG SPOILER OVER**
but in retrospect, I really didn't care.
*coughs* Anyways, Fire was an okay book. I didn’t completely hate it, even though there were many flaws. I guess it’s just a bias for the writer because she had written such an amazing book before. It’s like how I feel about Suzanne Collins.
So should you read it?
Maybe.
Should you look up a summary before reading it?
Definitely.
So go on. Get the summary and read, child.
My rating: 2 stars
60 Books in 2011
It's just occurred to me that I don't read at all. It's sad. I pick up a book.
And that's when I put it down. It's pitiful. I want to hurt myself for doing it.
"So why aren't you doing a hundred books?"
Because I'm a lame nub, that's why.
So I'm going to hopefully read sixty books and review all sixty books for my own pleasure. Even though this includes books that my teacher assigns to me that they thrust into my arms and I have to scream in every moment to not let the book devour my head or something strange like that.
Just a warning- in my reviews, my language is quite... colorful. Not like a rainbow, but I use the word crap excessively, but I do that in real life, too. So you know what?
We never had this conversation.
Wish me luck. :D
And that's when I put it down. It's pitiful. I want to hurt myself for doing it.
"So why aren't you doing a hundred books?"
Because I'm a lame nub, that's why.
So I'm going to hopefully read sixty books and review all sixty books for my own pleasure. Even though this includes books that my teacher assigns to me that they thrust into my arms and I have to scream in every moment to not let the book devour my head or something strange like that.
Just a warning- in my reviews, my language is quite... colorful. Not like a rainbow, but I use the word crap excessively, but I do that in real life, too. So you know what?
We never had this conversation.
Wish me luck. :D
I think this is supposed to be an introduction.
WELL HI THERE. I'M JENN AND I LIKE EATING CHILDREN.
And if you didn't run away as soon as you read that fact, then you'll realize that I'm really not a cannibal, nor am I a caps-loving spaz-
Oh, wait. Yes I am.
Well, crap.
Anyways, I'm not going to disclose the information of where I live, how old I am, but you'll figure it out soon enough through my writing. Here, I'm going to post book reviews and whatnot. Random blog posts about my life aren't going to really be on here unless it's a super long story. I should probably tell you about myself, but what is there to tell?
I live. That's all there is to say.
And if you didn't run away as soon as you read that fact, then you'll realize that I'm really not a cannibal, nor am I a caps-loving spaz-
Oh, wait. Yes I am.
Well, crap.
Anyways, I'm not going to disclose the information of where I live, how old I am, but you'll figure it out soon enough through my writing. Here, I'm going to post book reviews and whatnot. Random blog posts about my life aren't going to really be on here unless it's a super long story. I should probably tell you about myself, but what is there to tell?
I live. That's all there is to say.
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