So now that we have our Booklikes-Goodreads connection back, my Goodreads account has gone batshit. It has deleted my to-read and all my personalized shelves. It only kept my read shelf. Not even my currently reading. Insane. Not that I actually talk on there, I just use it as a back up catalog.
They cancelled school because it's below freezing and sleeting and other Okies freak out over bad weather. So I'm home with the kiddo tomorrow. And just like a Godsend, Overdrive came thru with my hold for this. I plan on cranking the gas logs, opening up a new jigsaw puzzle, letting Danny out of his cage and listening to stories of Towanda all day tomorrow. If only I had wine.
I mean, what girl doesn't love this movie? If it doesn't make you cry you are soulless.
Plus, I adore Kathy Bates. I hope the book doesn't crush my movie love.
1. There goes the "do no harm" rule of magic. Right out the window.
2. Haylin is one of those guys that hates his family's money, only wears cheap, old clothes and says when he inherits their fortune he's going to rid of it. I hate people like that. He's a 17 year old snot living in Manhattan. He doesn't have a job. He doesn't know hard work. He's going to Harvard so clearlt it's okay to take the family money when education, food and shelter is involved but fuck everyone else. Stop being a pretentious snob. Go live in the Bronx where in this time period you were more likely to get shot or burned alive just minding your own business, living in a slumlord shithole. Then you can bitch about rich idiots.
I have no idea quite how to rate this book so I'm going with 3.5 stars. My first impulse was 4 because I thoroughly enjoyed it, but then I finished it, sat back and actually thought. Most of the plot wouldn't have happened if the main character Jazz hadn't been such a petulant asshole, and pretty much everything is her fault. It's hard to feel sympathy for those kinds of characters, the ones that keep making terrible life choices over and over and never seem to learn. And then in the end get away Scott free. Talk about maddening.
But the writing was well done, the plot moved along at nice clip, and the science seemed sound. Not too much over the top like in the original Jurassic Park books where I wanted to gouge out my eyes every time Malcolm talked. I just wish Weir had dialed it down on the bitch scale a bit because Jazz damn near ruined everything and seemed to think she was entitled to no punishment. Talk about arrogant.
P.S. early in my marriage we had a black pug named Artemis. He was a needy shit but we loved him.
So many people in Bookstagram love this series. Me, not so much. I found it hard to slog thru the first 25 pages. The reading was tedious, so I checked out the audiobook thru the Libby app. Even at 1.25x the speed, it was still a slow mountain to climb. At 5 hours we were only at 103 pages. The pages are littered with asterisks and crosses denoting references at the bottom of the text, and the audiobook read them all...
Plus, Mia, our main character was lacking in anything that really made me feel for her. She causes the death of 2 people in a caravan with her own stupidity and almost causes a third, but the third managed to live so swears a blood oath to Mia for...her survival? It made no sense to me at all. She pretty much got your friends killed, you owe her nothing.
The language, while not bothering me, should be noted is not appropriate for teens, in my opinion. One character accuses another of being a child of rape and says his father probably "didn't wipe his mother's stink off his cock". That just doesn't seem okay for a book a 13-year-old might pick up. Call me a prude. Plus Mia loves the word "c*nt". And sells her virginity to a boy prostitute and tells him to "fuck" her. Way strong for what I was expecting.
And yet, boring as hell. Nothing happened. 10 hours of listening and only one mildly interesting event took place. Sand kraken. Which, let's be honest. They're just the things from Tremors.
So, no. I've got much better things to do. Sorry, Mr. Kristoff.
When everyone seems to have a secret plan of their own and they don't inform each other or the reader....
Reyna got awesome metal guard greyhounds.
I have this....
He would lick my murderer and way his tail. That's a true greyhound.
I can't decide if I want to finish this. Setting aside the formatting issues and the grammatical errors, I just read a terribly unbelievable scene. The Swimmer is at least a hundred feet or more under water, locked inside a metal locker in a sunken ship, and he somehow hears Brandi's voice which is miles away, over land on the surface. Fantasy can be told in a way to be believed, but damn if that is NOT it. I have been willing to play along with the Swimmer hearing speech underwater when he is directly below a boat. But this is so far beyond the realm of possibility that I just don't know if I can go on. What do you think?
While this story is good enough, the ebook needs some serious editing and formatting. There are no spaces between scenes, so you don't even know when you jump from one location and time to another. Very disorienting.
Just when I start telling all of you how good I'm feeling, fever. Thank God for the Libby app. I got the audiobook from the library. Will start tomorrow. This crazy ass weather needs to go! I am so tired of being sick!!! I'm going to start living in my bedroom and be fed through the cat door.
I managed to complete my entire January TBR and then some. But that doesn't mean I am going to get too cocky on my abilities. So I am still keeping my list manageable, and if I overshoot, that's just gravy. Finally going to finish the Heroes of Olympus series so I can move on the Magnus Chase or Apollo. And my copy of Nevernight is signed, so that's cool. I love collecting autographs.
For surviving the flu, my husband bought me this gorgeous Princess Skystar. Other than this, nothing much is happening. I am out of physical therapy and feeling very good about my hip and back. They said I had progressed in leaps and bounds. I was also ridiculously flexible in most respects, to the amusement of my therapist. I could bend ways they couldn't. It sort of became a competition. I will miss those people.
Also, this is a potoo. You're welcome.