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Music Review : Kim JaeJoong Mini Solo Album
The Release Date: 22 January 2013
The Rating: ★★★★★
The Thoughts:
I've been into Kpop since summer 2006. Falling into that world was a coincidence but my complete love for it grew through names such as SG Wannabe, F.T.Island, Big Bang... it has become a huge part of what I listen to. It imprinted itself in my musical taste forever.
Originally, this tumblr was going to be dedicated to books alone but I'm starting to view it more like a place in the webosphere where I can rave or rant about anything that can be criticized and so, Kim JaeJoong's solo album is the perfect opportunity to write a review in that direction.
Your, My & Mine is Kim JaeJoong (27 years old) first solo mini album. As I understand it, he has written most of the songs on it and that shows immediately if you're familiar with his music style and his previous compositions. For those of you not familiar with Kpop or Kim JaeJoong himself, he was formerly member of the huge Kpop idol group DBSK known also as TVXQ or THSK in Japan. Three years ago, after the group of 5 split in two, Kim JaeJoong left the original company SM. Entertainment along with two other band mates: Kim Junsu and Park Yoochun. They have been active as JYJ through a new agency since 2010.
Kim Junsu was the first one of the trio to release and promote his own solo album last year. Now it's Kim JaeJoong's turn to show us his music and I honestly couldn't be happier with the result.
Contrary to Junsu's work, JaeJoong's mini album is faithful to the artist's original work. When Junsu went for a more commercial vibe with upbeat songs, JaeJoong focused on a Pop/Rock style that suits him quite remarkably if I dare say so myself.
My favorite song is his personal composition, at least the lyrics. "Healing for Myself" or "Comfort for Myself" (depending on the English translation) is the product of a real life experience according to an interview JaeJoong gave recently. The lyrics are rather simple, it's an "after break-up" song that is bittersweet in its meaning but the melody itself is quite sweet, very loving in a way; it carries a sort of delicate sadness that isn't overwhelming. I believe that this is the strength you find in JaeJoong's compositions as was the case with "Wasurenaide" a song that was featured in the TVXQ's twenty-fifth single, released in 2009, which also included "Bolero" and "Kiss The Baby Sky".
My second favorite is "Mine". The Music Video was released sometime at the beginning of the month and while its visual overall was fantastic, the Vampiric/Fallen Angel theme it carries left me wondering what the hell the PD was thinking. The song in itself, however, is quite good with a more rock than pop sound. JaeJoong's vocal skills in both "Mine" and "Healing for Myself" are commendable if not worthy of praise. He has always been a strong vocal leader but fell short in my opinion when singing live. I'll have to wait for his upcoming concerts to give a proper opinion on this matter.
"One Kiss" is also a good song with an amazing vocal job on both the bridge and chorus. The only problem I find with the song is the use of English, which wasn't necessary. But that's just a bias on my part since I find that the Korean language is a very beautiful language that suffices itself.
With a more Rock than Pop sound we also find "Nae An Gadeuki" which starts off with an intro that resembles the sound that Maroon 5 used to produce at their beginning. The Pop sound governs the rest of song.
"All Alone" is my least favorite on the album. That is not to say, though, that it's not a good song. I just find it a tad too similar in rhythm to "Healing for Myself". It could have been included in a full album but on a mini album, the similarity is too obvious and makes the song lose a bit of its feel.
Over all, I'm really proud of Kim JaeJoong and I thank him for his great work with this little gem in the Kpop world. A world that, I believe, is losing its uniqueness slowly but surely with songs that are too upbeat, riddled with senseless lyrics and too techno-orientated for my taste. With Kim JaeJoong’s “Your, My & Mine” I am able to, once again, fall into that sound that drew me into the Kpop universe so many years ago and that’s a total win for me.
The Disney Ending
This is a term you'll often find in the reviews I write. I don't know whether other people use it or if it's just my own little creation but I am going to explain what I mean by that.
A "Disney Ending" is an epilogue or simply the last scene(s) of a book that feels too pretty, too happily-ever-after--in short: too much. It’s an ending that I didn't like because it felt too neat especially after a story filled with angst and heartbreak where the characters have troubles coming to terms with their feelings for one another the whole time until they ultimately give up the struggle and accept them. It's too happy, sometimes verging on corny, cliché and too pink hearts and rainbows.
To give you an example, the first "Disney ending" that comes to mind as am typing this--half stoned with sleep by the way--is the one in "Ensemble, c'est tout" by Anna Gavalda, also known as "Hunting and Gathering" in its English translation. If you've read the book, been with those great, fantastic characters and been with them through everything they experience together and apart, you'll probably feel that the epilogue was sort of too sweet. The way Franck is behaving toward Camille at the end; I was a little shocked and taken aback because it felt out of character. It felt strange to see both them suddenly so open and at ease with their feelings. I get that it was supposed to portray just how much they both had changed and that they had finally allowed themselves to be happy but still, it felt too perfect, too--Disney.
Another example is the ending to "Strangers" by Barbara Elsborg where you get this epilogue scene at the beach with the kids and the grandparents and sure--Of course I knew Charlie and Kate were going to get their happily ever after; it was only fair after all the horrors they had been through but it still felt like the end of some soap opera (actually I've watched a Mexican soap opera end almost exactly like that).
So there you have it. A "Disney Ending" doesn't necessarily have to be unrealistic, it can perfectly be a natural continuance to whatever happened in the book up to that point but it's something that is written in a way that leaves you rolling your eyes a little. It's an ending that could be better, or an ending that wasn't needed or that you quite simply don't approve of because you as a reader feel that the journey you've embarked upon all those chapters ago and loved every moment of--deserved more. It's that slight disappointment at the author for taking the romance a step too far when, up until that point, it had been everything you’d ever wanted it to.
Immortal Rain by Kaori Ozaki
“His only possessions are the sky, the earth and a broken-down violin. Even so … he only loved someone once in his lifetime.”
The Timeline : sometime in June, 2012
The Rating : ★★★★★
The Thoughts :
Ah Immortal Rain. *sighs*
Oh where do I even start with this one? There are so many things to talk about and just as many that I've forgotten or will not mention but don't hold that against the story. My memory alone is to blame here.
This summer, I found myself reading mangas. It’s something I used to spend hours doing some five years ago but stopped for no real reason. It’s with mangas that my English got better and I feel no shame in saying that I love reading mangas and manhwas. There are a lot of great stories and amazing drawings and you can as easily get lost in them as you may with regular novels. I’d even go as far as state that some mangas are far better than some books I’ve read over the years, with superb writing to match.
"Immortal Rain" is one of those all-time favorite gems you’ll find in the mangas world. I remember that I picked it up one morning after pulling yet another all-nighter reading something else. Something that I don’t really remember but it doesn’t really matter. At first I was really not that excited about it, it was really different from all the shoujo I had been devouring for weeks. Even the drawing was very different. But for some reason, I kept on reading. And that’s got to be one of the best decisions of my life as a bookworm.
You have to understand that I’ve read my fair share of shoujo and I’ve had some all-time favorites (namely “Fushigi Yuugi” and “Ayashi no Ceres” by Yuu Watase) brand themselves onto my memory with the fierce believe that no other manga will ever reach that level of perfection. I was so damn sure that I’ll never love another story as much, never experience as many emotions for the characters; never feel that deep sense of loss when it was over. And oh boy I was wrong; I was so, so wrong. And it took all it took for me to realize that was one early morning, looking for something to read, and picking a title half-heartedly, just because it had the word “Rain” in it.
I’ve never been more grateful for my deep love of the rain.
But I’m starting to ramble here. Let’s get to the story.
As it’s been a while since I’ve read it, I might forget to mention some things that if I had had the sense to write this after reading it would be in this review. But I’m going to try my best to give as many details as possible.
“Immortal Rain” starts off with the main female character, a 14 years old grim reaper named Machika. She is a bounty hunter in a dystopia world who is looking for the ultimate price: the immortal Methuselah. Although the money would do her some good, the real reason why she is hell bent on killing the man is a promise she made to her late grandfather. Her grandfather was a grim reaper too, a very good one at that, but never succeeded in capturing Methuselah and Machika wants to that for him, for the man who took care of her since birth.
And she almost succeeds in that, because as we start reading, she had caught up with the man and she is ready to end him.
But then, things never go as we plan them and other bounty hunters are there to mess it all up. Machika is then forced to get to Methuselah after he had been caught and chained in fortress. When they meet again, she is surprised to see that he could have left his prison at any given moment it he’d chosen to. And this is only the beginning of a long list of things Machika will come to learn about Methuselah whose name is in fact, Rain.
After escaping and almost dying several times in the process (at least for Machika, since Rain is immortal), Rain leaves without a word and a very pissed off and determined Machika decide to follow him only to find out that he had been caught again. Only this time, he is part of a mysterious auction. After several events, including one where she meets Ayla, a girl part of a small group of people who have been shunned from their clan because they were accused of having killed their king, Machika finds away into the auction and to Rain. Having no money she offers to fight to obtain him and ends up facing Sharem, the woman who Ayla is certain is the real murderer of the king she loved and the head of a mysterious organization that will, later in the mangas, become a fucking huge problem.
Again, things get messed up but in the end Machika is reunited with Rain with whom she’s going to start a journey. Since she doesn’t appear to be willing to leave him alone, Rain doesn’t really have much choice in the matter anymore.
We learn that Rain is immortal for a reason. There is a cross over his heart and on this cross is etched a date. It’s the date on which Rain is supposed to meet the man who made him immortal. A man he once considered as a dear friend, back when he was still mortal—Yuca Collabel. In between chapters of the actual story, we get flashbacks of what happened back then. When Rain was in his early twenties, he lived in a church and was set on priesthood. In the church lived a girl named Freya whom he was in love with. But much to Rain’s sadness, Freya was head over heels for Yuca, another soon-to-be priest. The church also served as an orphanage during the time of a war. There were several children living with them and the nun in charge of the whole thing.
But beneath the façade of false caring and friendship, Yuca isn’t who he appears to be and soon, as the war reaches its climax, the truth about his darkness is revealed in the most gruesome way. Yuca is working as a researcher for the military, developing ”angels”. What is this “angel” thing you may wonder? Well, an “angel” is basically a human being that is given “angel” powers. The problem is that the human body can’t stand the cellular change and they die a horrible death looking nothing like angels and everything like bats from the deepest pits of hell. The military doesn’t care about human lives and Yuca is right there with them so when they run out of war prisoners to test the damn thing on, Yuca, ever so helpful, provide them with every one of the people he’d spend years pretending to care for, to love, to consider as friends and family.
I won’t go into too much detail because I don’t want to spoil things but at the end of that horrible ordeal, Rain wakes up to find a smiling Yuca patiently waiting for him. Yuca then proceeds on explaining that now, Rain is immortal and that the cross, linked to his heart, is what will keep him immortal until the date etched on the cross. The day where Yuca will come back for him—the day he’ll be reborn.
And that’s what Rain has been waiting for, for centuries. The day he’ll finally meet Yuca again, and ask him: “Why”. Because, as you’ll learn pretty fast, Rain is the most beautiful person you’ll ever encounter in your reading life. And the amazing thing is, it doesn’t even get on your nerves that he so pure hearted and forgiving; on the contrary, it’ll make you love him even more, cherish him even more. That’s what happened to me anyway and I’m really not the kind of reader or person that enjoys a pure, 100% nice character. They usually irk me and piss me off, but not Rain. Oh not Rain. I pretty much lost count over the chapters and volumes of the times I fell in love with Rain over and over and over again. His love for humanity, his clumsiness, his pain over everything that happened in the past, his willingness to forgive, his protectiveness toward Machika and then his feelings for her over the chapters and so much more, oh so much more—everything about Rain makes him a formidable character, an unforgettable character.
In the course those wonderful 11 volumes, there’s a lot of things happening. The journey Rain and Machika embark upon leads them to cross path again with Sharem and her minions, kids she adopted over the years and who are fiercely loyal to her. Sharem who has a past of her own, a pain of her own that we learn about later and that explains a lot of things about who she is and why she has become the cold hearted bitch she comes across as. I hated Sharem but cried for her nonetheless because this is one the beautiful things in “Immortal Rain”—you will cry for characters that at first, you harbored a deep loathing for (well, maybe except for her husband).
Sharem is working on unearthing the Angels that have been asleep for centuries in old military secret labs. Her organization (which is her husband’s as well) is determined to recreate the Angels and sell them as weapons of mass destruction to the highest bidder world-wide. Of course, this is a terrible idea and the horrors that will come from that will have a major impact on the end of the mangas in the form of a fucking huge monster set free by a mad man/scientist who was working on the project.
A mad man who is a problem on his own when he loses his freaking mind and goes after Machika and Ys in a chapter that left me breathless and half crazed from the insane amount of suspense in it.
But who on earth is Ys, you may ask? You’ve never mentioned an Ys before! I know, I know. Ys, dear person who is reading this, is the reincarnation of Yuca who is indeed born the day Yuca had foreseen for his rebirth. He looks exactly like Yuca and has Yuca’s memories. And yes, he knows who Rain is.
When Ys, born from an affair between Sharem’s husband and her sister, meets Rain again, he asks him to come with him, he is freaking happy to see him again, he calls him friend, he is so fucking insane in everything he is saying to him that I was wondering what the fuck was going on. But when Rain says no, the he isn’t willing to join him to witness the end of the world, Ys asks his new mommy, Sharem, to take him anyway. And my GOD that scene killed me. It killed me because Machika is suddenly there and Rain is asking her to go and she doesn’t want to leave him because she loves him, and he loves her too but she has to go because he doesn’t want her to save him anymore, he wants her to save herself and he closes the vault and she is left there, crying and I’m crying and the whole thing was too much—too much but so fucking beautiful.
And after that scene, with my heart breaking, we’re left only with Machika and her determination to find Rain again. Because there is just no way she is going to give up and I adored her for that. I don’t remember if a year go by or months but she has changed. You feel it even in the way her facial expressions are drawn at that point of the story, she feels stronger, older, wiser and Rain is the only thing that matters. And after a long search, she finds him again through Ayla in a big city that can only be described as a dystopia version of Tokyo.
Rain is held captive by Ys in a room where Disney-land has come to die. He is in a sort of lethargy but that doesn’t seem to faze Ys who keeps coming to “play” with him and talk about apocalypse and the end of the world like it’s going to be super extra fun. Seeing Rain like that, like some kind of big doll, just sitting on a chair, eyes empty, unresponsive after everything you’ve read and seen…that was heartbreaking.
But then, of course, Machika finds a way to him and there’s a surprising turn of events where Eury, one of Sharem’s minions with the personality of a playboy and the asshole attitude to match, helps Rain escape because he finally realizes that the whole Angels thing is just too crazy to be a part of anymore.
Despite my little description of Eury, I loved the guy. He was funny and damaged in his own way. I loved his siblings, I felt the pain in his past and I was over the moon when finally, finally he gets his own happiness with Ayla. He was amazing in the final volume and the final chapters.
Ah the final volume. The final volume fucking destroyed me. I was a mess the whole time, reading and crying and reading and crying and then just bawling my eyes out and having to stop because I couldn’t see through the tears anymore. I cried like the world was ending, and in a way, it was. I cried for what felt like hours and my heart was breaking in a million pieces and oh my god it was too much. I was overwhelmed by everything that was happening in those final scenes. I was grieving, literally. I cried for Sharem, I cried for Eury, I cried for Machika, I cried for Rain and oh my god how I cried for Yuca. Oh Yuca, Yuca, Yuca!
I don’t remember ever crying so hard and so much for a character, let alone for a character that I’ve spent most of the volumes hating with a burning passion. I mean, you’ll have to read to really get it but Yuca was just so much more than what we learn at first. Those last moments in the volume with him and Rain on that deserted beach and then Rain leaving and oh my god, I feel like crying even now, months later just remembering the whole thing. My heart hurts even now because it was that powerful, that tragic, it was that fucking amazing. Yuca's moment with Machika when she steps into that dimension didn’t help things either, the conversation they have and what he tells her and God I can’t even.
Ok, I need a deep breath here.
Yuca is at the essence of everything and that makes even more sense when you know the real story behind who he is and the particularity of his memory—the reason why he turned Rain into Methuselah.
“Immortal Rain” exists because of Yuca and it makes him even more unforgettable. My hatred for him turned into this blazing love at the end. And that’s just so rare. I’ve never read a book where that happened to me and it makes Koari Ozaki one hell of a storyteller. She is a goddess at character development and I bow deeply to her genius and her talent. She gave me a story I’ll never forget and characters I love more deeply than I’ve ever loved some actual real people that I’ve met in real life.
So you, whoever you are and who’ve had the courage to read this until the end--if you love heartwarming romance, if you love heart wrenching tragedies, beautiful stories with amazing characters and mindblowing endings or if you simply love to read; there’s an epic adventure waiting for you—Immortal Rain.
Enough said.
Too Much Erotica Can Kill You
I've been deep in the erotica genre for the past few days for some reason. Okay, to be honest here the reason was that I wanted to read steamy sex scenes because hell, bookworms have needs too!
But all joking aside, I wanted an adult read. I'm tired of YA romance where kissing and talking about whether to "do it" or not are a ridiculous big deal. I'm very grateful for the emerging New Adult genre, but since it is just getting out there, there aren't yet that many books of that kind. Or maybe "Last Summer" by Rebecca A. Rogers set some high standard for me that so far, not even “Beautiful Disaster” by Jamie McGuire could even begin to reach.
In any case, erotica is a genre I don't indulge in too often but this summer seems to be the exception because I've read ALOT--too much, to be perfectly honest. So much so that now I feel a little queasy, hence this poor attempt at a post. This is my sorta, kinda "closure".
Yes, too much of erotica can make you feel like you're about to barf all over your laptop and if you were to read one more line of dirty talk, you'll never want to even think about sex.
But then again, that's not specific to erotica. One should never abuse of a good thing. Unfortunately, that's an advice I rarely take into consideration when I'm on one of my book-devouring streaks. I feast on one book after the other like my life depends on it and when that compulsion turns into almost disgust--it's time to call it quits. That's exactly what happened here.
In the span of barely 5 days, I've read 4 novels and 5 novellas and a half. Half because I just couldn't stomach more but I'll get back to that one later.
It all started because I read two lines of a review on goodread about "An Ordinary Girl" by Barbara Elsborg. The two lines are irrelevant but there were positive and they mentioned another book by the same author that I had read two weeks prior titled "Strangers" that I had absolutely loved (despite a Disney ending but I forgave that one).
Since I had nothing better to do frankly, I said to myself ‘oh what the hell, why not?’ and dove into the novel. I didn't regret it because, apart from the story and the characters in "Strangers", I had actually really enjoyed the writing of Ms. Elsborg and it was a pleasure to read more of it with "An Ordinary Girl". The characters are different from those in "Strangers" but equally damaged and with a major plot twist in the middle that left me sell-shocked for a good five seconds before I gathered enough sense to actually continue reading. Needless to say, the erotica elements were amazing but that's beside the point when it comes to Ms. Elsborg because she gives love a great deal of importance aside from the steamy sex scenes. That's probably why I love her stories so much--the balance between lust and love is perfect.
And because of that balance, I wanted to read more of her and quickly devoured three novellas: Saying Yes, The Bad Widow and my favorite of the three--Snow Play. I wished the latter had been a complete novel because I loved Zach and Allie. I loved how they started and I just loved them together and how they teased each other with funny banters. That's another thing to love Ms. Elsborg for--the banters between her main characters and how they have fun teasing each other even in the middle of hot sex scenes.
Afterward I read Kiss a Falling Star which was quite good with its thriller/mystery vibe and the tortured Caspar that could have felt right at home in a 19th century novel with his brooding and his second-skin-like guilt. Something between Dickens and Jane Austen maybe. The ending was somewhat far-fetched with the job thing but oh well...why not.
Something about Polly was the last one and although it was hot and steamy, it lacked...(oh the irony) something. I don't know what exactly but I suspect it's because neither Polly nor Adrian were broken. Sure they have a lot of issues between the both of them but I wouldn't call being a part of England aristocracy that big of a hassle. I like tortured male characters and damaged female characters and secrets and scars getting in the way of their love. This one didn't have that but nonetheless, it was a good erotica read.
As I was skimming the list of other non-paranormal, stand-alones erotica by Ms. Elsborg, I was just about to pick up "Chosen" but then my eye caught a title at the edge of goodread and decided to just check out the blurb behind "Sheltered" by Charlotte Stein.
The first thing you need about "Sheltered" is that the cover is fucking ugly. I've seen a lot of unappealing covers lately, a lot of them are due to self-publishing, but this...dear God this was taking it to another level. I would have never, ever, picked it up if it hadn't been for the first review I spotted which was urging any reader stumbling upon the title to please, please give it a shot because the cover didn't do the content any justice. Because I hate judging on appearances, and felt bad for the book (it's not its fault after all) I decided to give it a shot.
And oh did I not regret it! “Sheltered” was fucking amazing! The writing was fantastic and the plot was so great that I found myself often wondering why this was erotica and not New Adult because it totally fit all the criteria. Except then you get to the sex scenes and the dirty talk--dear God the dirty talk--it was most definitely erotica. I've never read dirty talk like that--ever. It was very, very satisfying and oh so fucking HOT. But still, if Ms. Stein had taken a more...tame approach on those scenes, it would have made a hell of a New Adult novel. If anyone wishes to know more about this book, I'd gladly write my thoughts on it because there was something special about the characters.
It is the dirty talk that prompted me to read two novellas by Ms. Stein: Restraint and Raw Heat.
When I read "Restraint", I quickly realized that dirty talk was a sort of trademark of Ms. Stein's writing. And damn, she excels in it. As for "Raw Heat", a paranormal/dystopia, it was really good, surprisingly so. I found myself really loving the story despite my withering interest in the erotica elements.
I was checking out the rest of Ms. Stein books when "Make Me" caught my interest. This is the half I was talking about. The half that pushed me over the edge and definitely killed my desire to read erotica for a while--or until I can manage to stumble upon a book that won't make me gag.
The gaging isn't because of this book specifically but because I crossed a line with it. It's an MMF and I've never read any menage before. I don't do menage, so I have no idea what possessed me to start with that one. I blame the dirty talk.
But half way through it I couldn't just sit there and pretend I was interested because the story was just too weird and the main character was pissing me off with her thoughts and the whole situation of two guys in a very disturbing friendship wanting nothing but to fuck the living daylight out of their female best friend back in college--all of this was too much. Overkill kind of too much. I had to stop and close the ebook and try to distract my disgust by watching Medium.
I shouldn't have crossed the line and read that. I knew that a ménage was never something that I could get engrossed in not matter how great the dirty talk was. But let me make something clear here; I have nothing against threesomes. I've read threesomes before and some where even very good. But the idea that a girl can pretend to be in love (yes love and not just lust) with TWO guys and that said guys had absolutely NO problem whatsoever with saying they loved her too and were perfectly okay with the idea of sharing her until the end of time--now that, that's something I have a huge problem against. I don't get that. I'll never get that and I think ménage-à-trois is a ludicrous concept where love doesn't exist no matter what erotica authors or actually people living in that kind of twisted thing might say. I'll never wrap my head around it and I like to think that I'm a very open-minded person when it comes to sexuality. Lust can bind three people, that I get, that makes some sense but love--no, just no.
And this is all folks! Too much erotica can kill you--or at least, kill your lust for that genre for a little while.
Fall For Anything by Courtney Summers
"Why. Why. Why. WHY. The question my life had become."
The Timeline : August 12, 2012
The Rating : ★★★★
The Thoughts :
This is not a romance.
I'm going to start with this in case people who want to read this book wonder about that. This is not a romance. And I don't know whether it should have been or if it's find the way it is. I was expecting more but now that I'm done reading it, I don't know if am disappointed or not. It's strange.
I should have known it wouldn't be a romance after reading "Some Girls Are" by Ms. Summers. I don't think she cars much about the romantic aspect of her books as much as she tries to stress other issues such as bullying in "Some Girls Are" or, in the case of "Fall For Anything": Suicide. Or to be more specific--what is life like for those who stay behind after someone they love takes their own life.
This book is about Eddie. Not grief in general or not dealing with the suicide of a parent but just her, Eddie and her own questions. That is not to say that readers will not relate. I could definitely connect with her and both my parents are alive and well. But this is grief through Eddie's eyes and it was such a long journey. I was so engrossed in this book that when I realized I've devoured more than half of it, I was already feeling depressed that it, ultimately, it was going to end. I honestly didn't want it to stop.
In hindsight, maybe it was because I was chasing a romance that was never there. But I really enjoyed the plot itself. I thought it was original and very well written. I liked Eddie and her obsession with her hands not working properly and how she is looking for her father to understand why he did what he did. I loved the road trip with Culler, and I loved Culler himself. I loved the special bond they shared around her father--the way they understood each other's grief because it was one of the same, the way both of them were obsessed with getting answers--the way they just connected. I loved the way Culler saw Eddie and how he made her feel about herself.
Yes, I really loved those two separately and together. But then Culler does what he does and I just wanted the book to stop and rewind or rewrite because it just went, horribly, horribly wrong--It was that bad. The way I felt about the romance going out the window and then the truth, the big revelation--I stopped breathing for a second there. It was like suddenly everything turned into this big nightmare, like it was just a mistake. I couldn't believe it was turning out this way. Nonetheless, the fact that I never saw it coming stands to show just how engrossed I was in it, and how carefully planned everything was by Ms. Summers. It was so sudden in fact that when Culler said it, I didn't get it. I really didn't understand what he was admitting to Eddie. I had to read that sentence twice to get it and even then a part of me didn't register it as the horrible truth it was. I guess the normal thing was to feel disappointed, and a tiny bit of me did feel that way for a second but then I took it the way it is: A plot twist so great , I could only bow in admiration.
But as much as I loved this story and both Eddie and Culler--I couldn't stand Milo. I hated Milo. I wish Milo didn't exist and I know it's dumb because he is a major character too, but everything he did just pissed me off and made the fact that there was no real romance just worse. Because the awful thing is that there is a romance in there--just not the one I wanted. Even if that romance wasn't elaborated but just hinted at, at the end of the book.
I hated how Milo couldn't just understand the need Eddie felt to know what he saw that night. I didn't care about his little pity party that he too was there and didn't want to relive it by telling her about it. I hated how he pretended he was dating Miss Wannabe Marylin Monroe. I hated the fact that he crossed the line of friendship. I hated his personality and how a coward he was. I can't say it enough: I.Hated.Milo. And I resented her mother's best friend just as much. They way she just barged in their house with her advices and her positive attitude made me want to smash her face into a wall.
I'm not giving this book a full mark because I didn't get what I wanted. I don't resent Ms .Summers for it because she gave me a fucking great novel despite that. I wish Eddie and Culler could get a do-over in a sequel but I know that won't happen.
Some people might feel cheated after finishing this book because Eddie's biggest question is never answered but that isn't true--sometimes, people don't need a reason because pain is enough; and if you don't see that it's there, it doesn't mean the people around you aren't deeply drowning in it.
Take Me There by Carolee Dean
"In the heart of Texas nighttime falls, and there is silence in the WALLS, for there will be no mercy here. No second chance. No words of cheer. The prisoner says his last good-byes. He cannot hear his mother’s cries. Then flows the sodium pentothal, chromium bromide and his broad chest falls. The third drug comes to end it all from a henchman back behind the wall who sends the deadly killing drops that wrench and twist and squeeze and stall and stop the Heart of Texas."
The Timeline: August 9, 2012
The Rating: ★★★★★
The Thoughts:
I've read this over a week ago and I still can't shake it off. This is the mark of a great novel as far as I'm concerned.
This book is not about romance. It may seem like it is because of the blurb but it's really not about romance. At least, not Dylan's romance, but that's a point I'll address further later.
Dylan is a character that I loved as soon as I started reading the first lines. I could connect to him even if we have absolutely nothing in common. I just knew I was going to adore him as I progressed in my reading and I was right. Perhaps it's because I have a soft spot for seemingly lost causes and broken, damaged characters. Must be it.
In any case, the novel starts with Dylan who just killed somebody and is headed to Texas in order to find his father - whom he hasn't seen in eleven years -, in order to ask him a question.
The chapters waltz between the past and the present until eventually the past bleeds into the present and we are side by side with Dylan as his fate plays out. And how shitty is his fate! I don't think I've ever read a character that was that unlucky. However, it didn't feel like the author was overdoing it. On the contrary, everything about this book felt very much real. It's a great contemporary realistic novel.
Everything about Dylan's life is a mess. His father went to jail when he was six years old, and he spent his entire life going from place to place with his alcoholic mother who doesn't seem to care about the fact that her only son can't read properly and that he is struggling with himself every step of the way. That her only son, born of her marriage to the love of her life and therefore ought to mean something to her, is wondering if his life isn't just meant to be as shitty as it has always been since their family life shattered. A mother who sits all day watching the shopping channel, ordering junk she never uses and drinks herself to oblivion after vomiting her pathetic speech of how she was meant to become a big star in New York all over Dylan. Dylan who takes care of her, reads her Yeats to sleep, and swallows his own despair and frustrations in order not to upset her.
The problem isn't even his mother. She is just not the best mother in the world, but that never stopped children from becoming so much more. The problem is his uncle who is a total piece of shit. His mother's big brother who is supposedly taking care of them by letting them live in one of his rentals and sends them a check worth 600$ which include the 400$ they return back as rent payment. His uncle who doesn't care that Dylan decides to drop out of school and gets him a job in a shady garage where Dylan ends up chopping cars for a living. And this lands him in juvenile detention along with his "best friend" Wade.
Wade earns the title of best friend because he saves Dylan from dying in the showers while they are in juvie. The fact that he "saved" his life is something that Dylan feels he can never repay him for, and so he excuses any and every fucked up shit that Wade does. And Wade does plenty of those, including the mess that got someone killed and them on the run. Wade who later in the book will have the fucking balls to blame it all on Dylan before leaving with a precher's daughter after having found Jesus Christ and having been saved.
I hated Wade from the very beginning. What he did to Dylan, the way he set him up for his own selfish and dumb reasons, the way he acts later on as if it just happened and he had nothing to do with it--all those things made me so angry I wanted to strangle him over and over. I don't care if he "saved" Dylan. I don't feel that Dylan is responsible for what happened to Wade in juvie. Unfortunately, Dylan doesn't share the same opinion and this is exactly why he ends up killing someone by accident. If he hadn't been feeling like he owed Wade big time, he would have never went with him that fateful night and Dylan's path would have been very different.
Because unlike Wade, Dylan was trying hard to change his life for the better; he was working seriously at the garage and stayed away from trouble, from drugs, from drinking; he was on parole and he was determined to set his life on the right tracks and become someone. If he didn't have Wade in his life, I believe he could have done just that-- Especially with Jess in his life again.
I know I said that this book is not about romance and it's really not, because it's not about that even if there are some elements that could give that impression: Jess and Dylan's relationship is one of those. At first, I thought it was about them, about him having finally found his way and having everything turn to shit because of his fuck-up of a best friend and that the storyline was going to split between him and her together and apart. But I was wrong.
In the flash-back element, we learn that Dylan has always been in love with Jessica and that he never forgot her or her performance in a school rendition of "West Side Story". He even buys the soundtrack and listens to it whenever he feels like remembering her. Dylan has no delusions when it comes to him and Jess. He knows they are from totally different backgrounds and that he has no chance in hell to have her. Except that he is wrong and that, eventually, they are going to find each other.
I read a review that said that Jess was with Dylan simply as an act of rebellion toward her absentee parents. A kind of fuck you gesture from a spoiled brat. I resent that. Jess never gave me this impression. I believe she was genuine with Dylan, that she wanted to be with him because of him and not to chase some thrill because of what he had done in the past. She follows him all the way to Texas, and everything that happens next is enough proof of her true feelings for him. She is not some pathetic rich girl who wanted the bad boy. She was a girl who fell in love for a sensible but trouble boy. And am glad they found each other the way they did.
There's another romance in this book which is the source of everything. It's the story between Dylan's mother and father and how much they were in love with each other. I didn't care about that relationship. I thought it was a mistake. There is nothing admirable in it and I find both parents to be selfish in the way they dealt with everything, including their own feelings for one another. They made a ton of mistakes that didn't affect just the two of them but everyone around them. They are the first unlucky thing in Dylan's life and the one that set everything in stone for him.
This book shows the importance of parenthood and the major role it has on the children. Of course, we can't blame every bad child on the parents; it wouldn't be fair to those children who grow up to be great people in spite of their horrible parents. But this book sheds a light on those kids that don't make it to that side, those who never really get it right even when they try everything they can, the ones that feel lost because they never were properly grounded. And, sadly, Dylan is one of those.
He could have been so much more if had found someone to stand by him. He could have stayed in school and learnt to write down his poems on his own—the poems that just kept writing themselves on the walls of his mind, forcing him to let them out. There are quite a few in this book and they were all very touching. I loved the poems and the fact that Dylan had that side to him. It made me love him even more and gave him a depth that went beyond his unlucky, damaged self. It was like a glimpse of the "could've been". And it made it that much harder for me to see him struggle for nothing.
If Dylan is the main character, then his father is a close second. D.J is in jail for murder and soon, he is going to meet his execution date. Dylan wants to see him to ask him why--why is he the way he is and why is trouble the only thing he ever finds on his path. Why he is the fuck up he believes he is and if that's just the way things are supposed to be for him, just like they were for his father.
Between the chapters with Dylan's past and present, we get pages of his father's own life. While in prison, his father learnt to read and then started writing and he decided to write a manual on how not to fuck up by laying out all the ways he fuck up his own life. A book for his son he has yet to see after eleven years behind bars.
I really liked Dylan's father at first. I liked how he owned up to all the shit he did and I liked his obvious love for Dylan. And then we learn the truth and I just wanted to smack the living daylight out of him. I don't like meaningless sacrifices and this one, I felt, was a big stupid one. I get why he did what he did and he definitely had a major responsibility in the matter that led up to the tragedy but his sacrifice... I bet he never thought his family would turn out the way they did and that, to me, is a proof that who and what he sacrificed himself for were not worthy of it. I never liked Dylan's mother at all, at any point in the story.
Second the Dylan, I loved his Grandmother. That woman was left to live in shame after her son was put in jail and for eleven years, it was like she was in there with him. I like the fact that she was a no-nonsense woman; I loved the fact that she held her head high despite everything and I felt for her because of the guilt she carried with her for not being able to prevent what had happened that night. I loved the way she cares for Dylan, even if she didn't really show it the "normal" way.
At the end of this book, I was in tears. I was crying for Dylan and everything that could have been his if it wasn't for his parents and Wade. I cried because it felt so unfair. Nevertheless, this is not to say that the ending was tragic, although it felt that way to me because I was just too attached to Dylan. The ending actually made a lot of sense for a realistic contemporary novel. And despite the fact that it's not a happy ending, it's not a depressing one either--it's quite the opposite actually; the ending has a sort of peaceful hope to it. It felt more like a beginning instead of an ending in a way; a new starting point for Dylan to walk away from toward that someone he always wanted to become.
It was one hell of a journey and one hell of a book. I'd recommend it to YA and non YA readers because it's that good. And, again, the poetry in it was just beautiful.
Poughkeepsie by Debra Anastasia
“That’s because it was the right thing to do. You followed your heart, even though it might get broken. You let it lead you to the path. I’ve found my path, Dad. Blake’s someone I’ll never regret. I can’t promise how it’ll turn out, but my heart can’t make any other choice.”
The Timeline: August 18, 2012
The Rating: ★★★★
The Thoughts:
I didn't immediately write a review for this after finishing it because I knew it would be a bias one. I knew I was too caught up with the whole story and the characters to give it a fair rating so here it goes.
Poughkeepsie was surprising. When I picked it up, I had no idea where it was going to take me and I'm glad I didn't have any expectation for it because it would have ruined it.
Poughkeepsie is about six people. I love the fact that Ms Anastasia didn't milk her idea for what it was worth and wrote three books, one for each couple. Instead she gave each pair its fair share in one single book and it was the right thing to do.
The story begins with Livia and her smiles on a train station platform. In the shadows, green eyes count her smiles and long for her. Blake is homeless and feels invisible to everyone except for her. He feels like she sees him and so, he counts her smiles to him one day at a time, committing them to his memory and keeping his heart's desires to himself until she steps out to defend him. That fateful incident changes everything and marks the beginning of their bond to one another but also set in motion the other romances in the novel.
I've read a lot of "soul mates" books. I read a lot of romances, so that's inevitable and usually, it gets old pretty fast and so corny I just want to finish the damn thing. I didn't feel this way about this book and the "romantic" dialogues. I thought it was heartwarming, swoon-worthy and I was often over taken by the "aaahh God" effect. It also stirred something else within me, something I didn't feel for a long time and that was a deep need to write. A part of me wished that I'd written this. And that's why I liked this book a lot.
The swearing didn't bother me one bit. I thought it was fun, really entertaining and it suited the characters. It added to their personality, defining them in a way. It was the case for Kyle, Livia's sister and Beckett, Blake's foster brother.
Beckett was my favorite character. I loved, loved, loved him. I didn't care about his business or the fact that he was a murder wanted for an endless list of crimes and offenses; all I saw in him was the total sweetheart he is toward his brothers. I loved their brotherhood and the tattoo they share was an amazing idea and a beautiful design. I also loved the bond between him and Livia and I wished she'd have told him how she really felt about him. I was a bit frustrated by the end of his storyline. A lot frustrated, really. I wished it had been more final, more wrapped, more definite. He deserved better than what Ms Anastasia wrote for him. Unless she plans for a sequel on his part, in which case, I'll forget and forgive and devour the sequel as soon as it is released. But it's doubtful.
My least favourite character was Eve. I didn't really care about her drama. I couldn't connect with her in any way, be it the old Eve or the new one. She is just not the type of character I related to, on any level. Beckett deserved better, although I understand his attraction to her. What happens between her and him at the end didn't help my opinion of her, either. She was the weakest out of the six main characters.
The character I just flat-out hated with a burning passion right from the beginning was Chris. He was a psycho, a total nutjob. It didn't really feel too much in his case because there are a lot of people like him. He was delusional and insane. I'm glad he ends up the way he does. I was hoping it would turn out like this for him and it was highly satisfying.
My second favorite character was Mouse. I loved Mouse and I knew his fate was what it ended up being. I saw it coming and I hated that. I love his uniqueness; the knitting was a fantastic touch to his personality. I loved his memories with his grandmother, his bitter-sweet childhood and I admired him for his dedication and his loyalty toward Beckett. I wish he could have known just how much he meant to Beckett. Those two were so much alike in a way. I'll never forget Mouse, not because of what happens to him, but because he, as a character, was something I've rarely encountered.
Kyle and Cole...I don't know. The whole "soul connection" thing was fine when I was engrossed in the book but in retrospect, it feels too much. I understand the concept of two souls connecting and I do believe it happens in real life, but in the book it was too much. It's not that it was too fast, but the description of it made the whole thing feel look fantastic, when it should have been a bit more realistic with just a touch of magical. It felt too big to be real, and would have liked it to stay down to earth, just like Livia and Blake were.
Talking about Livia and Blake. This book could have easily held its own with just the two of them. Their story was amazing, and I feel that it could have been even better if Ms. Anastasia had focused solely on them. Blake was a great character and I wished I had been the one to create him. I would have gone a totally different direction from the actual storyline and focused on the broken part of him, made him more damaged than that (yes, I like my men broken and tortured because I'm a fixer, can't help it). The fact that he has a very pure soul was too much. Not unrealistic but it didn't mash with the he who loves so passionately. At times, it felt like the guy had two separate personalities and it was unsettling. He could have been so much more.
There's a lot of violence in this book so there's a lot of drama going on. Perhaps too much drama, actually. It didn't have to be this much to portray what kind of environment Beckett was forced to live in, in order to protect his two brothers. It felt like the author fell for every cliché of street violence and drugs dealers and gangs. It didn't have to be this much and I think that it's a problem of editing. This book could have used more editing, more rewrites to reach an entirely other level and that's really too bad because there is definitely something inside this, a lot of potential that I could really feel in the story. That same essence that was making me itch to write again.
Nonetheless, this book was good, really. I swooned and smiled and laughed and cried and when you get to feel all those things, it means the author is good. The ability to make a read experience all kinds of emotion is a sign of good storytelling and that's what I love most in a book; the storytelling. The writing itself is, of course, of some importance, but to me the plotting is essential. I can forgive grammar issues, but I can't get passed a bad story. And "Poughkeepsie" was definitely a good story. I'm looking forward to more contemporary romances from Ms Anastasia.
Breathe by Abbi Glines
“Don’t cry. I’m not that strong. I can’t stand here when your heat is broken. How I long to be all you need. But instead I’m everything that’s wrong. No, no, don’t cry. I’m not that strong. I can’t stand here, when your heart is broken How I long to be all you need. But instead, I’m everything that’s wrong.”
The Timeline: August 16, 2012
The Rating: ★★ (And that's very generous)
The Thoughts:
Leaving my still unfinished « How to Kill a Rock Star » by Tiffanie Debartolo to sit open on my computer, I picked « Breathe » by Abbi Glines because I’m apparently into stories about celebrities/nobodies romance for the past few days. Needless to say, I shouldn’t have left Paul Hudson for Jax Stone. Very bad mistake on my part.
“Breathe” is about Sadie White, a moron who thinks she is strong because she has been handling her own life because her bitch of a mother is a pregnant waste of space. She goes to work to replace her mother who can’t be bothered to move herself off of the couch and meets super star Jax Stone at his summer house where she ends up working as a maid.
Cheesy you say? Sure, but that was okay so far. It didn’t yet unleash all its sappiness at this point and I should have seen it coming a mile away. I didn’t. Serves me right.
The amount of sappiness in this book is off the charts. The supposed “romantic” dialogues that Jax and Sadie are having for a large portion of the novel were just ridiculous. I rolled my eyes every few lines and downright burst out laughing when Jax, with his steel blue eyes and sexy grin, admits to a tingling and shivering and blushing Sadie that she is “his air”. I mean what the fuck? Who says stuff like that and gets away with it like it’s the most touching thing ever? That was so corny I wanted to throw a brick at him.
There are other -- many, many, many other -- shitty lines just as that one but for some reason, this one stuck with me because I found it so unbelievable. The way Sadie talks about her feelings for Jax to Marcus were also gag-worthy moments not just because I couldn’t believe the girl telling that stuff to a guy who was head over heels for her, but the way she expressed herself was so ridiculous it made me wonder about the author and her view of what is “romantic” and potentially, what would make the average reader feel what it is written. Some editing should have been needed to ease off on the lovey-dovey crap because it was downright nauseating. And yes, including the miserable sappy things Jax called "love songs".
Talking about Marcus, I don’t get why people wanted to read his own story. That guy was so pathetic and dull I just wanted him out of the book as soon as possible. There was absolutely nothing appealing in the way he was portrayed and it made me wonder about the real purpose of having him in the story. It was fine when he was her friend, but then the very cliché twist of him falling for her was just blah. It turned him into this second rate guy that of course will have to “save” the poor Sadie after she had her heartbroken.
The heartbroken aftermath (that every reader expect right from the start by the way) was another overly dramatic pile of suck and disappointment. It was portrayed in the most pathetic way with Sadie turning into a corpse. Now, I understand heartbreak, I’ve been there and done the whole I’ll-never-see-the-fucking-sun-again. But the author took it too far for a seventeen year old who just fell in love for the first time in her whole life! Nonetheless, I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised since Sadie has literally no personality whatsoever. In fact, none of the main characters do.
And that’s probably one of the reasons this was so bad when it had potential to be something more. Not a lot more but something less aggravating at least.
The romance was predictable and unoriginal. The way Jax and Sadie feel about each other felt like it just didn't have any base to it and it bothered me, more than the quick development of it all. There’s nothing wrong with a fast pace romance as long as it has strong basis, and this didn’t have that at all.
I certainly won’t bother about the sequels of this series. My first taste of Abbi Glines’ writing was certainly a bitter one.
Love Unscripted by Tina Reber
“You never know which way the wind blows” was one of my father’s favorite expressions. I used to think it was silly; just one of those sayings we tell ourselves when we don’t think we have control over our own destiny.
But I’ve since come to realize that sometimes when those winds of change blow, they’re strong enough to toss you into a whole new world, and you really have no control over where you fly or how you land. I’d always been quite content with my life; it was fairly easy and predictable with only a hint of drama here and there caused by an occasional light breeze. There were a few times when Mother Nature hit me with her best shot, but I always managed to land on my feet.
Somewhere along the line I actually thought I had gained control over the weather, keeping the possibility of a terrible storm always at bay.
That was until the day the wind blew through my door and carried me away.
The Timeline: August 14, 2012
The Rating: zero stars. (Yes, I can do that)
The Thoughts:
Well I should have known from the preface above and let the wind carry me the fuck AWAY from this thing.
First and foremost: THANK GOD THIS IS OVER! This was the longest book EVER! The way it just dragged on and on and on was killing me with sheer BOREDOM! What the hell was this? Does this piece of garbage really have an editor? Was that person drunk or half blind? What the hell happened here exactly?! This so-called romance made my skin crawl, made me gag several times and I stopped counting the times my eyes rolled after the hundredth time. Yes, it was THAT bad. Nothing. There's nothing remotely interesting in this thing. The romance was sickening and I wondered several times if I wasn't reading a very very very bad fanfiction. The thing is, it was impossible to stop and just delete the ebook off of my computer and forget I ever read this thing. It was truly like watching a car crash, you want to stop looking, you really want to be somewhere else and not see it get from horrifying to petrifying but you just can't. There's something there you wanna see happen and you are gonna see it thru. That what this whole thing felt like. I wanted to see all that lovey-dovey shit turn into heartbreak and misery but I had to wait and wait and wait and when it finally, finally happened, it was disappointing. Disappointing in the way it didn't last nearly enough. Even the thing I was interested in was crap. Taryn is a moron. She is possibly the worst female lead in a book--ever! She is so whiny and shitty you want to throw her out a window. She is a shame to all female around the world. Nothing interesting in her, the whole time you just read thru her bullshit thoughts and bullshit insecurities and the way she thinks and acts just made me want to kill her several times over. She was pathetic thru and thru. There was nothing worth loving her for or even feel compassion for her. Her opinion on fans and women in general bugged me to no end. And this point is something else I'll address later. Ryan was so... there are no words to describe him. Pathetic doesn't come close, moron feels like a compliment. The way he acts reminded me of a teenager not a twenty seven year old grown man. He was a petty teenager. The way he acted either about Kyle or the money thing just made me want to strangle him. Sometimes, often, the way he reacts toward Taryn's insecurities just didn't made sense. And what's up with the way he is ALWAYS grinning? Facial cramp anyone? What's up with that! If his attitude is supposed to describe "true love" well then I'm never falling in love EVER. That was not love; there was NOTHING realistic about him or Taryn for that matter. And what the fuck kind of nickname is "Tar"? I laughed out loud the first time he called her that. It was beyond ridiculous. The other characters in this book, mainly Taryn's friends and especially Marie just pissed me off on top of everything else. Pete and Cory were okay though. But Marie and her attitude after the major crisis that I hung in there to read was just appalling. I didn't get it. Ok she knows that everything was a set up but she didn't have to snap at Taryn the way she did! There were other ways to explain the situation and clear the air that didn't involve yelling and slapping. If she were my best friend for thirteen years in a moment like that, I'd have never talked to her again. Her attitude was unbelievable. The oh-so-called "drama" in this piece of shit wannabe novel was downright laughable. The stalker Angelica was laughable and Kyle was laughable. Taryn's reactions were laughable and Ryan's anger was laughable. I'm saying laughable because otherwise I'd have just broken down crying because I was forcing myself to read this pile of garbage instead of being sucked into a real book with a real story and real characters. The whole time I was asking myself what the fuck I was doing and what the fuck was I reading because it was just too much. Too much. This "book" is an insult to fans all over the world. The way Taryn rants about Ryan's fans and the way he himself backs her up with his own insults just irritated me to no end. If this is the way celebrities see their fans then: Wow. No one asked Ryan to become a celebrity and no one asked Taryn to agree to be with him. She went on and on about being "prepared" but all the god damn time she was complaining about it and insulting every woman that neared the guy. This is the way it is, people are famous BECAUSE of fans. You don't get famous without attention and you better appreciate it if you want to make a living off of it. Yes, we got it, Taryn isn't with him because of his status but come on! What's all that talking about "protecting him" from the "harm" of his fans? what kind of garbage is that? Granted, some fans are insane, but that doesn't have to be the only way the author portrays ALL the fans in the freaking universe? I felt like this thing was some sort of manifesto against fans and fan behavior all over the world, a direct attack to that feeling of admiration that come over people toward celebrities.
The fan mail for example was described as this vile pile of naked photos and shameless love declaration. Ok, some are like that for sure, but others aren't. Some fans write thank you letters, encouraging letters and not all of them want a relationship with the object of their admiration. Most of them actually aren't "wackos" or "psychos" as the author painted them to be. It was unnerving, to say the least, to read that. And I thought I was harsh with asian fangirls! The way Tina Reber put it, those women and girls are evil. And that just wasn't right. It was unfair and untrue. I don't understand why this thing is going to have a sequel. It was enough bad writing, bad plotting and bad characters shoved down my throat to last me a lifetime. And yes, I know that no one forced me to read it but honestly, when I picked it up I had no idea it was going to be this bad. It has a high rating on several websites. I'm still shocked about that fact. I'd never, EVER, recommend this book to anyone. Not even my worst enemy. Now am off to reading something that will erase this experience off of my brain.
Such a Rush by Jennifer Echols
"When I was fourteen, I made a decision. If I was doomed to live in a trailer park next to an airport, I could complain about the smell of the jet fuel like my mom, I could drink myself to death over the noise like everybody else, or I could learn to fly."
The Timeline : August 12, 2012
The Rating: ★★★★
The Thoughts:
This is a page turner, truly. I was half asleep when I picked it up and just couldn't put it down and now am wide awake and it's over and am wondering what the hell am I going to do now! But it was worth it. Every minute of it was worth it because this was a delightful read. I'd forgotten just how much I love Echols' writing and her way of telling the stories she wants to tell and that it's because of that fact that I've always enjoyed her novels. It took me almost two weeks to finally read this because the reviews I've read weren't that great and I was on the fence thinking about "love triangle" and "too much sex scenes" wondering what the hell has happened with this book that made even some fans of Ms. Echols wince. I'm glad I got over myself and read it because it was GREAT! This is a great book with a great romance. Granted, is a bit twisted on Grayson's part but it didn't seem that fucked up considering everything he's been thru and why he is doing what he is doing. Basically, the guy is desperate and that's all people need to understand. He is desperate and scared and hopeless so there, blackmail because he's at the end of his rope. There is no love triangle in this. It never felt that way at all because it's clear that Alec has absolutely no interest in Leah whatsoever. It's plain as day even with the kissing and the blushing reaction to her flirting. There's nothing between them on an emotional level and you can feel it in the words Echols used, there's nothing in the scens between them where as you feel everything when it's Leah and Grayson. And I think this is pretty awesome because I hate love triangles, and I hate them even more when things get messy to the point of messed up and everyone is hurt and it just kills you to read it because it gets confusing and unnerving and heartbreaking for no reason at all. I like Leah. Very much. I like Molly too. I think they suit each other as best friends despite everything that happend and happens and because of that same fact. They clicked even with all those unsaid things between them and because it had to explode one day or another anyway, it was clear that it would be ok even then. You can just feel it the way Echols writes them both, the dynamic between them is great even with the darker side of it lurking in the shadows. I didn't care for Alec. I think he pissed me off on some level but not sure why really. We don't get to know him as well as the other three, or maybe that's just me. I didn't like his attitude when he "learnt the truth". That was just pissy and uncalled for and totally stupid to blow up and Leah. I didn't get it. I don't get him and thus, I don't like him. Too smooth and perfect on the outside, just makes me gag. Grayson was great, fucked up by grief sure, but that just added to his already existing edge. I'd have loved more love scene, more declaration especially after what happens with Mark and the plan, like him freaking out and saying he freaked out, a good heartwrenching scene like that, cliché but whatever, am a sucker for those. I'd have loved for Leah to comment to him on what Alec says to her about his brother's feels for her. But well, these are just wishful thinking on my part, Echols did a great job with them too. I don't understand the comments about the sex scenes or the swearing because, frankly, there wasn't that much of it at all. The way the reviews were putting it, I was about to read some trashy novel but it's nothing like that at all. Actually I was a bit disappointed by the so-called "sex scenes" and the swearing was nothing to scream bloody murder for! I've read waaay more colorful and nobody complained about it then. Seriously, they are just words. Anyway, to wrap this up, Such a Rush is yet another great novel by Jennifer Echols. She didn't let me down but I won't give it 5 because I wanted a bit more, more romance, more butterflies in my stomach moments, more am gonna melt moments, more omg i want this too moments. Still, great summer read, page turner and I can't wait for her next book!