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The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga
I’m not entirely sure why this was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize. It was good. But it wasn’t Man Booker good.
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The first half of this book is slow-paced and unlike the first book. The second half involves the Games and is fast-paced and much like the first book. Both of these are good things.
Mansfield Park. What can I say? I liked it far better than I thought I would. But it made me think about a lot of things, not least of which about Jane Austen herself.
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! I am amazed not just by this book, but the fact that finally–finally!–a book–a YA book–has lived up to its hype.
The Bean Trees was Barbara Kingsolver’s debut novel, back in the ’80’s. One chapter in, and you can already see the foreshadows of the voices she would create over the next few decades.
If I have anything to complain about this book, it’s that it’s too short. We’re transported into the world of Marjane Satrapi’s family for an afternoon, but left wanting more.
Spoiler: the guy lives at the end. But you and I already knew that, considering that the sequel, Linger, is already out. I actually would have really enjoyed some delicious tragedy where he died and the next book could have been about some of the other werewolves, but this is YAPARANORMALROMANCE and that just isn’t going to happen. Thus I never felt any sense of urgency whatsoever, which might’ve brought the book up from “meh” to pretty ok.
I…actually liked this book. I had invited my Inner Teenaged Self up from the basement where she’s usually kept and we read it together. She liked it, too. So, here is is Inner Teenaged Self (you can picture her has having purple spikey hair, fishnet tights, and doc Martins, and that will be a pretty accurate description of me my Sophomore year of high school).
This book is riveting. For reals. In fact, the pace could have been slowed down a bit, particularly the last few chapters. But as it was, I found myself totally engrossed.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. Why would anyone ever read this book? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY? O.K., say you’re a fan of “The Hills” or whatever (though I don’t really get that either…scripted reality? don’t you people have enough drama in your lives?). And say that since you’re a fan, you want to learn more about the show, some behind the scenes type stuff. You might then pick up a tell-all by Lauren Conrad. Sure, it’d be as atrociously written, but at least it might legitimately shed light on this show that you keep watching. 