28 posts tagged “book review...sort of”
I suppose it would be an OK read on a long flight or something, but nothing I'd recommend to a friend.
On to Number Two!
There is a third book in the Wicked series called A Lion Among Men, which is about the Cowardly Lion. Initially I was going to pass on it because I just wasn't interested in his story. However, a synopsis of the novel mentioned that it told more of the Wicked Witch's story, so I may have to read it after all. I'll definitely be reading more by Gregory Maguire. I love his writing style, and his characters have so much depth. It's really great reading.
Surely the reason I was able to finish this book relatively quickly (I've mentioned before that I'm a really slow reader) is that I was hardly able to put it down. In fact, I stayed up until1 a.m. last night finishing it up. It was wonderful!
I never actually read the book The Wizard of Oz, so I have no idea how accurately the movie portrays it, but this book seemed so much more complex and real than The Wizard of Oz could ever be. The subjects of religion and politics were taken on, as well as civil rights. It was just an amazing read.
The end left me feeling similar to the way I feel when I read Romeo and Juliet. I know they're both going to die, but still, I can't help but hold out hope that this time it will be different and they'll live happily ever after. It was the same for Wicked. I knew before even reading the first page that Dorothy was going to throw a bucket of water at her and kill her, but I wanted so badly for it to end differently for her that I couldn't help but harbor a little hope. So when the Wicked Witch of the West inevitably died at the end, I cried.
I haven't read the teaser at the end for Son of a Witch yet, but I'm going to add it to my Amazon list because I just need to know what happens next. I guess if the last page of a book leaves you yearning for more, that's the sign of a great story.
The last part of the book is about him going to Japan to quit smoking. Who the hell moves to Japan for a few months to quit smoking? Apparently, David Sedaris does. Anyway, the stuff about Japan was OK, but I think it was just the fact that I could relate to all the funny, weird things you see and hear and experience as a westerner living in Asia. It made me miss Korea. That's about it, though.
I've moved on to Wicked, and I seriously doubt that I'll be able to add it to my pathetic "read in '08 list.' I'm slow. I can't decide what number of books I should take on for the upcoming year. Maybe 15? That's a bit lame, but obviously I wasn't even able to get that many in this year, so maybe I need to take baby steps.
After reading two books in a row that were more of a chore than a pleasure, I was so relieved to find, almost immediately, that I was drawn into the story, empathized with the characters, and didn't want to put the book down. I spent the last few nights reading in bed until my vision blurred and I couldn't keep my eyes open.
The Blood of Flowers is set in 17th century Iran, and is about a young woman with a talent for making beautiful, ornate carpets, a craft that was elevated to a high art by the Shah at the time. It follows her over the course of a few years, and details her rise from a willful, rash child to a talented, independent woman. I found it heartbreaking and hopeful, infuriating and satisfying. The main story is broken up with folk tales, which are used effectively as tools of foreshadowing. Perhaps a little too effectively, as I could sometimes tell what was going to happen a good 100 pages out. It was worth the read, though. The story itself was beautiful.
I'm really coming to love these works of historical fiction, focused on the lives of women. I particularly like that the ones I've read recently have been about places that have histories that are largely unknown to me - China, in the case of Snow Flower and the Secret Fan and Iran in the case of this book. I'm really hoping that this isn't what is considered 'chick-lit.' I must admit that I really don't know what qualifies a book as 'chick-lit,' but I've just assumed that they were the Candace Bushnell kind of books (not that I've read any of her books, but I do know that she wrote Sex and the City). Those kind of books don't appeal to me in the least, but these beautiful historical fictions do. Regardless of how they may be categorized, I'm sure there's a distinct difference.
The second story however, was wonderful, and dreamy, and sad, and very, very good. It's unfortunate that this great story, which could have easily stood on it's own, and even been elaborated upon until it was novel-length itself, was attached to the other.
Were it not for my obsessive nature regarding finishing a book once I've started it, I may not have gotten far enough into the book to reach the good part.
On to #7.
Trying to get through this latest Moore novel is sucking the life out of me! (Pun intended. Har har.) I actually considered quiting. Just giving up on the book and not finishing it. But that's so hard for me to do, and since I own this book (as opposed to borrowing it from the library), it would be there everyday. Sitting on my bookshelf. Mocking me.
So I've been trudging along at a sloth's pace, rolling my eyes and sighing with every turn of the page.
The problem with this book is the amount of witty banter. Normally that's something that I enjoy. However, when each and every character has some witty, sassy, sarcastic thing to say, it gets old. Also, if they're all that sassy, then none of them has his or her own personality. They're all the same. It's boring. And character development? What character development? They're all either setting-up or delivering the next zinger in an endless succession of zingers. It makes me want to scream.
Now can you please return to writing good books?OK, CHRISTOPHER MOORE! I FUCKING GET IT! YOU ARE WITTY.
Anyway, I liked this book, but I'm not going to review it. D did a review of it not too long back, and hers is good, so I'm just going to link to it 'cause I'm lazy.
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It wasn't boring. I was interested in the plot very quickly.
It wasn't too long. It's 560-something pages, which is kind of long, but not that long.
I think the issue was that the chapters were nice and short, and gave too many opportunities for good places to stop. Not Da Vinci Code short, but short enough.
Anyway...
I wanted to read this book because I remember my dad telling me (a long time ago) that it was his favorite book. And it is a very good book. It takes place from the late '20's to the mid-50's in what is now Israel. It gives tons of history for the area, and goes into great detail about what happened in that part of the world during those times...
- Israel's declaration of independence
- Issues among the Palestinian refugees
- Fighting among the Arab states concerning the Jews as well as the Palestinians...
The book was very good, though, and I'm now interested in reading more from Leon Uris. Hopefully he has something that will leave me smiling when I finish it instead of frowning.