And by 1,000 I mean one. Warning, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child spoilers ahead.
I promised myself, back in January when I redid my goals for the year, that I wouldn’t read a book I gave less than three stars to. I’ve officially failed that goal thanks to this book, The Furies by Mark Alpert. I thought I was getting fantasy. What I got was science-fiction.
I finally got around to reading the Percy Jackson series. I haven’t finished it yet, but it moves pretty quickly so I imagine I’ll be done in a week or so. Percy Jackson is considered Middle Grade Fiction, at least in my opinion. Not quite Young Adult, not quite Children’s. It straddles the line. In Percy Jackson in particular, it relies on the reader having very little previous knowledge of Greek Mythology.
Recently, I read The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon, I’d never heard of it until my friend insisted I read it, and as we all know, I’m one of those annoying people who dislike doing things people tell me to do, especially when “IT’S SO GOOD.” You’d think that in my late twenties, I would grow out of that, but we are what we are. Anyway, I am more apt to give things a chance at this age than I was as a teenager, so I dragged myself down to the library to borrow the book.
Everyone always writes posts about books they loved and they gush about the prose and the characters and everything about them. Of course, I have books I have loved but I also have books I have absolutely detested every minute of reading them. Here are my top five most hated books in no particular order:
So I made a goal to actually read books this year – I know, a writer reading? It’s unheard of! Well, I’ve been doing terribly so far but I decided to go out and read a book the other day and I picked Maze Runner by James Dashner. You may have heard of it since the movie is coming out in September, starring Dylan O’Brian. I like Dylan, so I figured I’d read the book.
My first impression: it was good, moved fairly quickly, wasn’t too annoying with epithets. It’s one of my pet peeves when reading, when writers use descriptors instead of a person’s name. There were a few moments when I wanted to reach in and erase the word “keeper” and replace it with a name.
I tend to be extremely picky when it comes to the types of books I like to read. I hate first person POV. I am getting more and more frustrated with YA books that only begin when a girl meets a boy or a boy meets a girl and they “turn their world upside down.” I went to the bookstore and about 90% of the books I looked at were like that. Luckily, The Maze Runner is not one of those books, at least not in the first book of the trilogy. There is a girl, but she doesn’t feature so much in the beginning and the story is not one of romance. At least, not yet. I haven’t finished the trilogy, though, so I could be wrong.
Overall, I enjoyed the book – it has lots of action, and though the majority of the characters are male, it didn’t feel like the book was vomiting masculinity everywhere. It helped, perhaps, that the characters were in their teens or younger, still able to feel some vulnerability.
My one criticism came near the end in which, after a whole novel of questions, we’re about to get answers, and instead of getting to see it, we have to sit and listen to the narrator tell us what happened. I would have much rather read about it myself than to get his boring one-page explanation.
It was good enough, however, that I went out and got the second book in the trilogy. We’ll see where The Scorch Trials take Thomas and the gang.
Recently, I finished reading Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling, her first adult novel. I can honestly say it was not what I expected.
Warning: Possible spoilers below the cut.