Showing posts with label Supernatural. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Review: Abandon by Meg Cabot

I have long professed my dislike for the Twilight series.  I don't like it.  I've tried it, and I just don't like it.  In fact, my dislike of the Twilight series ran so deep that for awhile, I gave up YA literature.  Well, that was a stupid decision, and I've since amended it, and I've read a LOT of YA fiction this year.  When I heard the Meg Cabot had a new book out, Abandon, I decided to pick up a copy and give it a try.  Years ago, I ate up her Princess Diaries series.  I figured I'd like this too.

Wrong.  So wrong.

Abandon markets itself as a darker tale of Hades and Persephone -- the Greek god of the Underworld and the young girl he kidnapped and made his queen.  Our heroine, Pierce Oliviera, has been to the Underworld before.  She died a year and a half earlier in a freak drowning accident.  And while she was there, she met John, who gave her a beautiful necklace to "protect her from evil."  Pierce, frightened, ran away from John, managed to escape the Underworld ,and returned to the land of the living.  But her life didn't go back to the way it was before the accident, and after too many incidents, Pierce is forced to return to her mother's homeland of Isla Huesos, the "Island of Bones", Florida, where darkness and evil seem to follow her wherever she goes.  Pierce knows that she escaped death once, but Death wants her back, and she isn't sure she'll be able to escape again.

*sigh*  Okay.

First.  The character of Pierce (the name, OMG, I realize it's supposed to be a throwback to "Persephone" but dear God).  If you like Bella Swan, or any other "heroine" who gets herself into stupid situations and suddenly finds herself rescued by an overbearing male suitor, congratulations, here's Pierce Oliviera.  It really makes me want to cry that this generation of teens "relates" to this type of literary character.  Pierce died.  I get it, that sucks.  I think it would especially suck to be fifteen years old and find out what happens when you die.  But for the first half of the book, Pierce's mental meanderings (I can't call them "thoughts") went along the lines of What does it matter?  Why do all these other peons think that anything they do in this life means anything?  We're all just going to die anyway.  In short, Pierce is that teenage emo wannabe goth that sat in the corner of the cafeteria not talking to anyone and cried during classes in high school.  Why are we glorifying this again? 

When she's not talking about how useless life is or emo-ing about her trip to the Underworld and back, Pierce is incredibly shallow, narcissistic, and stupid.  She doesn't know who Homer is (the Greek writer, not Simpson) and she doesn't know any Greek mythology, which most of us learned in elementary school (Pierce is supposed to be 17 and a senior in high school).  But it's okay, because John's mysterious necklace will protect Pierce from evil, so naturally, anything terrible that happens to anyone else is obviously HER FAULT for not stopping it.  So when she thinks she can "help" somebody, she puts herself in danger (so John comes swooping in yet again all Edward Cullen-like to save her AGAIN), and causes damage that WOULD be irreparable, except that Pierce's daddy is a multi-billionaire (what?).  So Daddy can just write a seven-figure check and get her out of all of it!  Tee-hee!  *headdesk*

Then we have John, our brooding and devilishly (pun intended) handsome male lead, who is just...too Edward Cullen.  Except that Cabot exchanged ten million references to bronze eyes into ten million references to silver eyes.  Sweet.  And unlike Edward Cullen, he spends the majority of the story trying to bring Pierce back to the Underworld, instead of pushing her away.  Admittedly, I thought in the beginning that this would be a nice change of pace.  But the two characters have zero chemistry for 90% of the book, and that 10% is supposed to make the reader believe that they are meant to be?  I realize that teenage relationships are supposed to be rushed and insipid, but come on.

All of the other characters (besides John and Pierce) are flat and one-dimensional.  And I couldn't get it up to care about any of them.  Close to the climax of the book, one of the characters dies.  And not a single fuck was given that day.  Seriously.

Second.  The writing.  I understand that Abandon is supposed to be Book One of a trilogy.  But there is no story arc.  This is the first book of a trilogy that I ever read that couldn't stand alone at all.  Nothing is resolved at the end of the book.  Everything is left hanging.  There are so many side-plots that it is impossible to follow everything.  Everyone in Pierce's family has a hidden agenda -- but you don't find out what any of them are, or how any of them relate to the main plot of the story.  The climax is truly unbelievable, and didn't make me excited to find out what was going to happen next.  The story fizzled out at the end.

The chronology of this book is one gigantic tangle.  The narrator, our "heroine" Pierce, jumps around so many times it's like reading a story written by someone with untreated ADHD.  The story jumped from present-day, to past-tense, to present-day, to WAY-past-tense, and back again.  It didn't give me time to really wrap my brain around what was going on.  Cabot doesn't give the reader a chance to really envision what is going on in the story, what the setting is, any subtleties.  It's just a whack on the head and THIS IS THE UNDERWORLD.  Okay.

I'm irritated that I spent the money on this book.  I'm mad because it's yet another YA novel glorifying the emo, nancing teenage heroine and the brooding, overprotective male hero.  The starting premise was interesting and showed some promise; I'm tempted to say that Cabot could have salvaged this book with another read-through and some heavy editing.  But I don't think that's going to happen with the sequel, Underworld, and I have doubts that I'm going to read it and find out.

Rating: *

Friday, May 27, 2011

Review: The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender

I love a good three-day weekend.  And I can't tell you how excited I am that after today, I won't be in the office again until Tuesday.  It's been a rough few weeks here at work, between being sick and just not feeling it, and being stuck in a rut.  It will be good to get out this weekend.  Plus, it's David's 26th birthday tomorrow!  So lots of excitement happening over the next three days.  I'm going to be very busy, but I can't wait.

And...I finished another book!  Number 44 for the year...we're getting to the halfway point!  No hopes of getting to 50 before the beginning of June, but I'll definitely be there (or past there) by the month's end!

Aimee Bender's The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake is by far one of the quirkiest, most bizarre novels I've ever read.  Our heroine, Rose Edelstein, is only nine years old when she takes a bite of her mother's special chocolate lemon cake, and realizes that she has a strange gift -- the power to taste the feelings of other in the food that they prepare.  Daunted, Rose treats her secret like the affliction she believes it is, feeling utterly alone in the world and in her special knowledge that she find herself incapable of sharing with the world.  But through the years, Rose begins to understand that she is not alone with her "gift".  Though she believes it to be a curse, Rose realizes that there are many, many people who have abilities that they cannot share with others.  The book begs the question of the reader...is having a special power or talent a gift, a burden, or a liability?

To say that I found this book bizarre is a rather large understatement.  When I picked it up and began reading it, I believed that I was reading contemporary literature.  Yet by the end I realized that I was reading contemporary fiction with a touch of fantasy or the supernatural -- not something I was expecting.  Bender's writing style is very fluid and elegant -- I was reminded of Janet Fitch's White Oleander several times -- and my one complaint is her lack of quotations, a la Frank McCourt, of which I have said before I am not a fan.

The twist in the plot really stunned me, to the point where I was thinking I must be crazy, this isn't where this book is going, is it?  Am I nuts?  When I finished Lemon Cake, I hopped onto Goodreads and checked the other reviews, and lo and behold, I was right.  Bizarre, but interesting. 

This is a book really requires a second reading.  Unfortunately, with my goal to read 100 books in 2011, it's going to have to go on the shelf until 2012 along with my other "to be re-read" books, such as The Hunger Games series, Bumped (I feel like I missed a lot when I read it the first time around, and I want to check and make sure I didn't miss stuff) and Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer (which I just loved).  Fifty-six books left to go before I can re-read.

Rating: *** and 1/2