Brian
Geez, this was bad. The writing is very uninspired and boring, fails to peak any interest. The art is not very good, either. I think the style and the coloring are both to blame. The visuals are extremely busy, there's so much in each panel, and most of the time it's not clear at all. Trust me, I zoomed in.
Well. It was far more conventional and lukewarm than I expected, but it's probably a fault on my end, since I have many problems with the american “fat culture”. I'm not gonna go into details and I'm only mentioning it so you know there's a bias against the topic in my three stars. I'm sure tons of people (pun sort of intended) will find this book inspiring, so yay. Good on them, really.
What I will say is that the book is very well written, and the style kept me going even when the plot wanted to make me stop. I'm not a fan of the ending, though.
All in all, could have gone without reading it, but didn't feel like a waste of time.
Megosztó könyv. Egyrészt remek volt olvasni a látható igényességgel és körültekintéssel fogalmazott mondatokat, másrészt viszont sokszor úgy éreztem, hogy inkább letenném. Valószínűleg én nem vagyok kompatibilis az efféle felnövéstörténetekkel, de nagyon zavart a főszereplő naivitása (hiába magyarázható az életkorral), és nem túlzottan érdekelt az sem, hogy alakul a sorsa.
A vége viszont remek volt, így vannak reményeim a folytatással kapcsolatban.
This was a very long read for a short book, and not even that good. Maybe I'm just not tuned to the “japanese art of tidying”, but the repeated phrases and wisdom-nuggets did not inspired joy at all. And if you believe this book, there's nothing more important if you want to put your house (and by extension, life) in order.
But if you don't get stuck on the form, there might be some value in the message: cleaning house - literally and figuratively - can have a refreshing effect on your life, and it might lead to a generally happier existence. I'm just not sure I want to achieve it by saying hi to my house every time I come home.
Even more racism. Davenport wants to bone a female detective DESPITE her curves. How gallant.
Theft of Swords, aka. Exposition – The Novel?
It is really impressive how much wheel spinning is crammed into this. Just pages and pages of people explaining things to each other – their past, their plans, their motivations, everything. Even the conversations are monologues where people are explaining. Quite a feat.
Sullivan clearly loves these characters, and is very impressed with them, so he uses lots of words to tell us how brilliant they are. Their actions don't really show any of it, but the explanations work overtime.
This could have been a really good book with a strong editor, because the writing style is actually very enjoyable, and there are fun parts and characters throughout. But the plot is weak (especially in the first book, Crown Conspiracy), and the continuous explaining and the hyping up of the main characters gets boring very fast.
Seriously, so much explaining.
Like the previous ones. Sometimes people stare silently into the nothing for minutes, mid-conversation.
More of the same, but somehow worse, at the same time? I mean that the quality is the same, but the flatness is more annoying this time. Still so much explaining.