I just watched the first two episodes of GG on Netflix and I’m already addicted, now I’ll have to hire it from my friend’s. Damn it. Anyways, during all this time I managed to read 3 particular books I really enjoyed reading cuz they gave me different scenarios and perspectives than the ones I’m used to.
The first book I read was Vampire’s Kiss by Veronica Wolff, the second book in The Watchers series.
Now that Drew won the harvest and made it to her next year, she thinks she’ll soon leave and runway for good from that godforsaken island filled with enemies and incomprehensible trainer she might have feelings for. But when Alcantar shows her the truth of her next test outside the isle, she’ll wish she could go back time and enjoy what she had left.
IT WAS SOMEHOW SLOWER BUT I WAS STILL INTERESTED.
There were times I was just drowned in the banality of some pages where I just didn’t care about that, but there were definitely more scenes that made my wondering mind work in suspicious way besides the introduction of new funny sexy needed characters and elimination of goody two shoes with nice girl hippie morals were exactly what the series needed to gain the approachable flavor a good vampire book requires. In other news, someone seriously should kill Alcantara and Masha; also I love my little fighter Drew.
The next book I read was The Girls by Emma Cline.
Evie is a young misunderstood fourteen year old girl living in California in 1969, with uncaring wealthy parents she’s pretty impressionable and a sight has an impact on her. The sight of lovely and wild Suzanne next to her crazy friends, they live in a commune with their leader/father/husband/best-friend/provider/lover “Russell”. When she meets him, Evie couldn’t even suspect what will eventually happen but one thing is true: she’ll never forget that summer.
SUCH A TALE.
I must admit I’m pretty interested in the whole Manson Atkins ordeal cuz of morbidity and psychological purposes so reading a story inspired by the events and the criminals involved was out of this world. I was always interested in what made the girls fall so intensely for him to do such horrific actions, and he just grabbed simple dog training stuff mixed with simplistic psychiatrist questions to get into their minds and souls, to make them believe there was nothing more than him and the commune. Knowing all this mixed with the inclusion of Evie into the story line, until those last chapters I truly believed she had won in her secret way cuz just as Russell said “she was an actress”, portraying the image of a rebel, of an innocent, of unworthy in a splendid way for everyone but for Suzanne whom she couldn’t get away from, and continued following like the desperate puppy she was, desperate for love, for fulfilling her twisted destiny. Leaving the interpretation behind, this book is so well written that I couldn’t stop reading, I didn’t want to put it down a second; I felt horridly connected with some aspects of the character with the exception of the nonstop hopeless aptitude and the pessimistic views.
The final book I read was The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides.
There’s something off with the Lisbon family, everybody knew the father was a peculiar man, the mother was a bossy Catholic fanatic, but their daughters were in every boy’s dream and nightmare as something unreachable and too heavenly for this rotten world. However, they become more of an important subject of conversations and concerns after the first suicide attempt of the youngest, Cecilia. This is the tale the their young neighbors still wonder about, why did they do it?
THE DEATH OF A TIME THAT COULD BE GLORIOUS.
I’ve come to relate the suicides as an effect of time, the childish freedom and simplest beauty of the 70’s youth willingly giving its life and hopes for a brighter future because of an unstoppable hard headed conservative and shallow nature of the 80’s. At least, that’s a way of seeing what went through the author’s mind while the reasons and target of the Lisbon sisters remains tragically unknown, I got to know many factors that could have unleashed this desire as a way out or a reflection of their understanding unhappiness but there are still dots for the sisters we never got to know a bit, like Mary’s desire to be like Lux but never daring to defy all the boundaries her sister did, or Bonnie’s oblivious mind that centred her as the middle child with an apparent absent personality. Cause in reality nobody, not even the men narrating the story, truly knew them to figure out their reasons or just matter to them enough for a smile, to use them more than a little stop before their grand finale.