Rhonda
This was probably one of the crappiest books I've read in awhile. I'm not sure there are many people whose memoirs I've read who were more dislikable to me than Sonya Lea. She's lived a life of addiction, whining, and “trying to find herself.” I would say she is one big walking stereotype with the meditation, the Chinese medicine, the meditation and Buddhism with a sprinkling of prayers to God. Really, I couldn't stop reading because I was interested in the medical aspects of her husband who she miraculously didn't leave, but predictably they entered a polyamorous relationship. To any of my friends who see this I say to you: don't bother.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I
I first read Bardugo's short story collection, after inventory here at the library. Something about the cover just sort of stuck out to me. I saw Six of Crows while inventorying the YA Room, noting it's black pages and filed it back for later. Later, after talking with our acquisitions librarian about my love for Bardugo's short story collection, she reminded me that they somehow tied in with her other books we have and I should go check those out. I was reticent to pick up more YA because I keep thinking at 33 I've somehow aged out, but I was not disappointed at all.
Without trying to include spoilers, I always enjoy heists and I always enjoy revenge. This story offered me both, with, of course, some fantasy. I dreaded getting caught up in teenage love triangles, having to pick a “Peeta or Gail” sort of situation, but the love wasn't too over the top in Six of Crows and I didn't find myself distracted by the love components. I enjoyed each of the characters, with Brekker sort of reminding me of many of the “bad guys who ultimately do good ruffian” types I enjoy in a lot of my favorite shows.
Honestly, I could say a lot more good about this but I am getting verbose. I immediately checked out book two, and I'll backtrack to the other Grishaverse books and happily follow Bardugo on goodreads.
This was donated to our library by some random patron, and before I consigned it to the box of books destined for the local jail because it's a paperback, I decided to read it as a palate cleanser. I devoured it in about 4 hours, 3 last night and one this morning. I enjoyed it a good bit more than I thought I would, and typically I'm not into memoirs. I appreciated the journey this girl (now woman) took to fill a void, which we all try to do. I've spent a lot of hours on a therapist's couch trying to observe my own behavior and crippling loneliness from my childhood trauma, and as we are coming to know, childhood trauma doesn't have to just be abuse–it's divorce, it's the death of a parent, etc, which changes your brain and your thinking. Top marks for a good, easy, and interesting read.
Read with my 10 year old son. Saw Ms. Woodson speak at KPLA. Lovely book, my son enjoyed.
They should have been much harder on Priscilla.
That's what they do in Europe? He's real sorry though.
Not one of the better written books a I've read. “I hate this murderer.” “He kissed me. Now I'm conflicted and can't kill him after all.” Weak.
Beautiful book, great writing. A lot of quotable lines.
But Christ was it a bit too on the nose to read during 2021 pandemic year 2.
The beginning was so promising, but about 65% through, when the letters started I just completely lost interest. What a disappointment.
This one just didn't land for me. I zoned out so much during the biologist's journal. I felt like there were no surprises, I pieced everything together ages ago.
Infinitely better than the first. improved writing, improved character development. I do hope Maas gets over the words “bark” and “snarl” in the next installment. I got pretty tired of all the sex barking.
My patience ran out pretty early with this book. I loved John Grisham when I was in my teen years, but I think I may be officially over him now. I can't really think of a redeeming quality about this book, actually. It was boring from the jump.
This book just went on and on and on. I really disliked both the sisters. The husbands were basically nonexistent in personality... I was really disappointed. I normally love Sittenfeld. But Christ... My patience was really low with this one. The mundane day to day crap...
I really wanted to like this. The writing was fine but I just did not CARE at all about this book or what happened. Did not hit for me at all.