Hi! Sorry for my absence, if anyone here noticed it. My internet connection got ruined and the company was too lazy to fix it since last week, so you can imagine how out of this world I was. I couldn’t go to an internet café since there are lots of annoying and loud children playing computer games, then I had not enough time to use the WiFi connection of my University so I was trapped but I still managed to read as many books as I possibly could.
I really don’t remember how many I read but it’s like a matter of two weeks, so there will be no review on Saturday. Anyways, let’s begin.
First, I read the late 70’s classic that most people were forbidden to read, and others just refuse to do it because they considered the author was not good. I’m talking about Flowers In The Attic by V. C. Andrews.
I’ll start by saying I felt attracted to this book while I was searching for gifs for a review I was writing, then Rose McIver’s role in the 2014 sequel’s adaptation came to me and I was so interested in the whole cinematography that I did my proper research, spoiling the main plotlines of the five books series and I couldn’t help but to feel besotted and attracted to the idea of the main topic on it. So I immediately put only the first book in my TBR list since I know I won’t be ready for more, and maybe in a near future I could actually feel prepared enough to resist the amount of unfairness and pain I’ve been told these books can cause.
Without further ado, here goes my review:
So, I was expecting the worst thought I had already seen the movie adaptations, and I liked the second one better. But I was expecting the worst from the book because of many people criticising VC Andrews writing and how everything she wrote was crap, however I found myself amused that her writing style wasn’t poetic or even metaphorical but realistic in the mind of a 12 to 14 year old, describing emotions and raw situations in a few understandable words. The story itself is just brilliant because it transports you to the world of injustice and savagery that the sweet little Dresden Dolls are forced to live in, where they discover forbidden feelings, the lost of childhood and a remarkable lost of trust in their remaining parental figure. And all because of ambition, not entirely because of starvation or the constant beatings but because of the lack of love in their young lives. I fell in love with Cathy and most of her notions, I grew to hate Corrine like a hell hound and even though I’m not planning on reading the following I must admit this has been a great reading experience.
I LOVE JAMIE BAKER. I ADORE RYAN MILLER.
The story itself was magnificent, it had a good pace and rightfully structured plotline which gave me the chills! Its characters were consistent and reliable, but as nobody can trick me anymore in betrayal matters to the point of making me a paranoid reader, I figured it out like since he said the word “power”. But overall, the emotions it transferred me were welcomed and wanted, I got to feel depression because of her sadness, laughter because of his hilarious lines, and badassery thanks to her own amount of kick-ass lightening scenes!
I mean, Ryan is so cute and cocky, almost like a Herondale just that this time we don’tonly rely on his sad back story but on his current tenderness, funny remarks and memorable actions! #HisInsistence
Then Jamie was my type of badass, abnegated but still willing to do some justice! She’s a heroine whether she wants to see it or not.
Next one was the lovely though shocking sequel More Than Jamie Baker.
This was a rollercoaster of feelings, suspicion and again badassery. And here are my uncommon thoughts:
DAMN YOU CLIFFHANGER.
I’ll start this review by giving my opinion overall the book. I felt the pace was perfect, not too fast neither too slow and somehow everything fell into place, and I love playing detective in these books and I also love that I’m always right with my guesses; except for that epilogue. I mean, wtf Kelly Oram?! Wtf?!! Nice move, I mean I’m in my angst mode but still, even a hardcore shipper and supporter of Jamie must admit that was a clever and unexpectedly nice move.
Ok, no going to the SPOILERY SECTION, wow I saw Teddy’s betrayal from the moment he said that some people had adopted him and used his powers! I knew it had to be that, I mean he never mentioned names and he’s so crazy obssesed with Jamie! That little bitch! And that ending, I hope the author somehow kills him in a poetic but anyways awful way!
Now, my sweet ship! My heroine and the cutie who gets the super-kisses! Now she doesn’t remember! Damn!!!! I need the next one! I need it!
Then came the two first books in the Half Bad trilogy by Sally Green.
And since I can hardly remember the plotline without giving to much away, I’ll just post my two reviews.
I FOUND IT TO BE INNOVATIVE, DIFFERENT AND ROUGH.
When you think of witches, the first thing that comes to your mind, or to my mind at least is that they are a coven made in trust, goodwill and camaraderie but here that’s not entirely true. It’s a bad mess, because when you’re a half blood in the witch society your life becomes a living hell specially for Nathan, because he’s part bad and part good. He’s been mistreated and neglected by people who drove him away from his family, even his bitchy oldest sister (seriously what a bitch!).
** spoiler alert ** SO YEAH, MY SHIP WAS TOTALLY FUCKED UP.
In my mins there were going to be such awful things to my ship (Nathan&Annalise), but now there’s a huge hole on it and I’m in tears for that last moment where he blames her for everything and it is insufferable, such a heartbreaking moment. So painful.
Finally, there were the teenagery, girly and strange first two books in the Gossip Girl series by Cecily von Ziegesar.
So, I always wanted to see the TV adaptation of GG on the CW but I was never able, blame it on my lack of knowledge of the channel though me being a twelve year old Southampton girl kind of explains it all. But I as interested in the characters and the whole intrigue, backstabbing and comfy topics. But I was amazed to see characters unlike no other I have never seen ; for example there was cold-blooded but somehow cheerful Serena who didn’t care that she slept with her bff’s boyfriend while he was away in Scotland, who sees nothing wrong in reminding him the good memories of their first time. She was no innocent and I don’t know if she was just naively stupid as a child of seven playing with friends or just too liberated to care about people’s feelings rather than her own selfish desires. The other side of the coin was Serena’s former BFF, Blair whose low self-confidence has chained her to a guy who’ll ever understand her love, neither her weaknesses nor her inner goodness. She’s no innocent but wants all that has been denied to her so Blair needs perfection, all is demanded from her but she never gets what she wants: not the guy she thinks is the One, not the friend she thought was Forever, not the family she once cherished. And finally comes Nate Archibald, God! This dude is so cruel, manipulative and such a slut! I don’t like him, he’s childish and immature and a jackass so he’s not even worth it to talk about. No matter how hot people say he is!
This books let me thinking about the lack of codes, or moral, or even friendship senses these people have. They don’t know in what a relationship or a normal friendship are based on; it becomes desperate and apocalyptic in a certain way. They are children learning ? Or future elders with a kid inside? IDK.
Anyways, this was it. See you next Saturday.