Man, I really suck at this whole book reviewing thing. (When was my last one...? June?) Good thing I don't actually do this for a living, because I'd have fired my lazy ass months ago. To be honest it's been so long that I don't actually remember most, if not any, of the salient details I wanted to touch upon from the following books, so some of these recaps are going to be composed of very half-assed "I think I may remember this book possibly being awesome!" Let's face it though, how many people actually read through my rambly thoughts anyway? Right? All set? Let's go.
And now obviously I have no choice but to end off with a sexy David Tennant avatar.
A friend on Facebook posted this morning that Sunday mornings should always consist of tea and video games; in my case, however, I prefer to take my lazy Sunday mornings with a good helping of chocolate and a giant stack of Batman comics.
I just finished reading Batman: Long Shadows, and while I haven't actually gotten the chance to read the precursor events that lead up to it after R.I.P. and during Final Crisis (still trying to get my hands on a copy of these ones!), I've patched together a somewhat muddled grasp of the whole Batman-is-all-dead plot and what went down. Even not having read the material leading up to Long Shadows, it was still so good! And sad!
For the love of god, WILL SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ALFRED A HUG? D:} Watching Alfred Pennyworth mourn for the loss of Bruce Wayne is like having all of the happiness in the world shrivel up, blacken, and die. *Sobs hysterically* For anyone who is a West Wing fan, you know how your heart feels like it's been ripped out of your chest when you watch Donna get the news that Josh has been shot? That gut wrenching feeling when Jed hears that Mrs. Landingham has died? Or when you watch Buffy, how your heart flutters all sad and painful any time you see Willow crying? It's like that.
He's so sad! I just want to reach into the pages and hug the stuffing out of him until there's no more bad to possibly squeeze out anymore! ;_;
As for another of the Batman graphic novels I've read this week, Lovers and Madmen is also a fantastic Batman story, though less in the heart wrenching, soul crushing sort of way and much more in the insane sociopath with a gun way. L&M is another different take on the Joker's origin story, and it's awesome. The writing is top notch and the art style fits the story perfectly. I personally sort of like my Joker background-story-less because the ambiguity is part of what makes him interesting, but canon or not, this version of things fits him to a T.
Two five-star Batman tales in one week! EPIC GEEK WIN.
Oh dear, so behind on everything blog-related! D: Not enough time in my few free evening hours any more! Here's the rest of the book spam I never finished from a post or two ago:
This was a bit of a different twist compared to what Picoult usually writes, still with the courtroom drama but alongside elements very reminiscent of The Green Mile and with just a hint of Bridget Jones' Diary thrown in here and there. It sounds weird but I enjoyed this book. Admittedly, there were some holes in the storytelling which I found jarring and uncommon for Jodi Picoult. Also, Shay's character was a little all over the place; at times he seemed to completely change personalities from one chapter to the next which made it really hard to relate to him (maybe this was intentional? I don't know.) Religion is a big theme in this story, and to that end what it means to be religious and what exactly faith is. I consider myself spiritual by nature, though never strictly religious, so some of the arguments in this book really rang true for me. Overall the plot was very engaging and I liked it. (And BTW, totally called the surprise twist early on. \o/ ) 4/5
Okay, so here's the thing. There's really no way to summarize this book without it sounding ridiculous, but trust me, it's not. It's so good. This is probably my third or fourth time reading it and I enjoy it just as much now as I did the first time. I love Martel's storytelling, his heart, his humor, and the way he manages to have this kid survive on this lifeboat with an fully grown adult tiger for several months without becoming kitty kibble and he makes you believe it. Just a warning -- you need to make it through the first hundred pages or so of the book before the ship actually sinks and hijinks start to ensue, but even those hundred pages of Pi's backstory and his unusual practice of three vastly different religions simultaneously are well done, if you ask me. So if you haven't already read Life of Pi, go read it now and love it. LOVE IT. *Shakes fist* 5/5
The narrative is told completely from Jack's point of view which gives a unique, innocent impression of the events and truth as they unfold as only a five-year-old child who's never known anything else in his life could possibly deliver. This was a really great read with some interesting exploration of concepts like adaptation and how normalcy is only relative. 4/5
Verdict? It was... okay. Here's the thing about this book -- like many epic fantasies, it's a lengthy read. And, again just like many epic fantasies, there were waaaay too many characters and families and places that I just couldn't keep straight. Trying to keep track of who that is and who this is and who's fighting who and what army is invading where and who's up to what insidious scheme is just... exhausting. It didn't help that half of the time I found myself having to force myself to finish a chapter. Don't get me wrong, over all Martin has an engaging plot going here -- and when the story was good, it was really good (in a everyone-go-away-I'm-reading-so-you-don't-exist sort of way); but when it was bad it was really bad. There are certain chapters and character story lines in this book where I was bored to tears. Robb, Catelyn, Arya... omg so dull, I wanted to just skip every chapter with them in it. On the other hand, characters like Tyrion, Eddard, and Daenerys -- thoroughly enjoyable. (Sansa was another character I spent most of the book disliking, but was happily surprised when she finally started getting interesting toward the end.) Did I think Game of Thrones fantastic? No. Then again I'm one of those people who has tried in vain multiple times to slog through LotR without success. Was it worth the read? Well, parts of it were. I'm tempted to read the second book if only to follow the subplots of my favorite characters. 3/5
I remember enjoying the movie back when I first watched it, so when I came across it in the library I couldn't help but snatch it up (if only for visions of surly Hugh Grant staring all smoldery and sexy in my head.) It's a sweet and entertaining read, and most of the time Will's character is completely hilarious and obnoxiously arrogant at the same time, and Marcus is also often hilarious but in an entirely different way. I don't remember the movie details particularly well, but I believe the book goes into further detail regarding Marcus' mother's depression as well as his friendship with Ellie. A little slow in some parts, but Will and Marcus' whole awkward male bonding thing is very adorable. 3/5
I was instantly intrigued when I read the book jacket of this one on the new releases shelf. Very interesting premise, however I found the story lagging in places, especially nearer the end. It didn't really delve as much into the physical and emotional aspects of the character being born a hermaphrodite as I thought it would; it's much more a coming-of-age story then anything. I guess I sort of went in looking for more of a documentary-like account, to learn something, and that's not really what this book focuses on. Still a nice enough read though. 3/5
Some of those got overly rambly, I apologize. =_=;
And HEY, in between the smorgasbord of novels lately I've also been stuffing my face with Batman and Buffy comics! I polished off three more big Batman title story arcs and compilations: Batman and Son; Batman R.I.P.; and Serious House on Serious Earth, all three of which I made the mistake of reading in the complete reverse order that I really should have, and if I'd done so would have saved myself a significant amount of confusion. As for BtVS, I finally caught up to the seventh volume of the Buffy: Season Eight graphic novel, and FYI, season eight has become a little... weird... *Gives Joss Whedon a hesitant sidelong look that clearly says that she's a loyal fan but is becoming increasingly concerned about his most recent foray into crazy.* Magic world-creating cosmic space sex, indeed.
Almost two months worth of reading to catch up on! D: I may just recap the first half of them now and do the rest later, we'll see how I'm feeling as I go.
That's all for now. There's still five more books waiting to have some quick summaries and reviews written up for them but I'll include them on a later blog entry. (You see? This is what happens when I procrastinate. The list grows too long and tedious to tackle in one single post. I must stop being so lazy and post them as I finish reading each book.)
Another con of being back to working full time again: less time to read. :c The kitty and I had a good little ritual going where each morning after breakfast I'd read for an hour or two while he cuddled on my lap. Now Iroh meows sadly as he watches me walk out the door each morning and I try to squeeze in a few pages any chance I get on my breaks at work. Let me tell you, the break room at work is sadly lacking cuddly cats. *Sigh*
In all of the crazed wedding prep hubbub, I've sort of forgotten that my birthday is also coming up right away. I had a lengthy debate with Mason a few nights back about how old I was turning this year; me insisting I was turning 27 and he quite confident that no, I would be turning 26. As it turns out, apparently I don't even know my own age. I am, in fact, only 25 -- not 26 as I've steadfastly believed all this time. This realization is extremely discontenting. I've been living a horrible filthy lie for the past year and I didn't even know it! D: *Awash in a traumatizing sea of sudden insecurity and double-guessing of oneself*
On the flip side, you know what the perfect present a man could get his soon-to-be 27 26 year-old confused wife? That's right, a Miche bag! *Glee!* I decided on the bigger "max" size bag, because I'm always cramming extra stuff in my purse, not to mention the occasional giant hardcover book. Selecting my choice of two shells was hard, there's a lot of really nice ones, but I finally settled on the "Allison" and "Lauren" styles:
So pretty! Plus you can find pretty good deals on second-hand shells on eBay, so that'll be the next place I hit up next time I'd like to buy a new one. Very excited for my shiny new bag(s) to arrive in approximately 5 - 10 business days~ :3
In book related news, here's the lowdown on my reads over the past couple of weeks:
While I was by the library today I picked up a few new books, the first one of which I just started this afternoon and isn't actually that new for me at all. Beauty is a YA retelling of the classic Beauty and the Beast tale that I absolutely loved when I was in Junior High. I think I checked it out from our school library three different times, and I just couldn't resist picking myself up a copy today and seeing if it was as good as I remember it being. Turns out -- it is! :D I'm really enjoying reading through it again, and I think I may need to track myself down a copy of it to buy permanently for my own bookshelf~
So I managed to score my first and only interview so far in the ever-elusive job hunt, a full-time position at a local bookstore that I was super excited about and received a lot of great, positive feedback for from the interviewer -- but I finally got word back from them tonight and it turns out I didn't get in. It was a really crummy day of stress and anxiety and waiting, and no dice.
It's depressing more so that I was really wanted this job. I think it would have been a great fit for me and something I could have enjoyed and been good at, and I was still beat out by someone better. It's pretty discouraging, especially when independant bookshop positions like that are already few and far between. *Slumps sadly in chair while she stuffs her face with handfuls of comforting chocolate chips*
C'est la vie though, right?
Anyway, on to other things, still book related but less depressing -- that whole concept where I post recaps of the books I've recently finished sort of fell by the wayside, huh? *Sweatdrop* Bad Brenna. Note to self: do better.
Well, the good news is that I've definitely finished a few books since the last time I posted in September (so SO much fail.) The bad news is that I no longer remember all of them in detail so the reviews are going to be shamefully short this time around (which, depending who you are, may actually be a blessing if you don't usually enjoy reading my never-ending book ramblings. Well poo to you. The books don't want you reading them anyway. They shun you! That's right, you've just been paperbackhanded. HA. Get it? HA! HA!)
Anyway. Here's a very quick recap and rating of my last six months of reading material -- the awesome, the ho hum, and the agonizingly awful.
There. Whew. I'm definitely going to try to keep on top of this better in the future so as to avoid another two dozen book pileup. :P I should probably go to bed now so I can wake up tomorrow and once again continue the job hunt. Blarg. =_=