Sarca
An interesting premise and the execution of the story wasn't terrible. But, my god was I ever disappointed in its ending. This was one book I almost threw across the room when I was done with it, and few books have given me that reaction. To put the reader through so much emotional shit just to have to read such an ending left me speechless. Actually, I don't think I'll touch another Picoult book again thanks to that ending.
If you choose to read this book I suggest you bring kleenex and pad the drywall just in case you have a similar reaction.
I'm really not a romance or chic lit fan, but every woman I know was raving about 50 Shades of Grey, so I had to check to see what all the hype is about.
Okay, I've read the darn thing, and I all I can say is that this book has made me a harsher literary critic than I ever was. This book was poorly written. Scratch that: poorly EDITED! Does anyone know how to use spell-check?
Now the story: I get this story is really a fantasy, but I am surprised women think this is AWESOME, INCREDIBLE, and that every woman should read it. Aside from the very naughty bits, to be attracted to someone who openly wants to inflict pain on a woman, and then have a woman allow it openly- I got tired baring witness to those antics. I didn't feel there was enough suspense or plot between the sex, and the cliches were repetitive (he cocked his head to one's side x50...). I am glad I can get on with my life now. ;^)
Re-read this after many years. I had originally rated it 4 stars...now? 2. It was depressing. The characters were all completely unappealing right down to the children. Very patriarchal and misogynistic. How did I make it through this book back then??
Here's a weird story: this book was at our elementary school library and either my sisor I had taken it out once and never brought it back. I'm not sure how this happened, but a total clean-out of our stuff (closets, under bed, toy box, etc) we found the copy of Treehorn. I think I still have it somewhere...
Gorey's drawings totally scared and intrigued me as a kid. This story was a little funky: Treehorn (odd name for starters) is shrinking (literally) and everyone notices, but no one will pull their heads out to help the poor kid. I suppose the story is a metaphor for life, but for a scaredy cat like me growing up, I thought that I could also shrink.