I kept thinking that it wasn't original enough to keep me interested in a story I know so well. It sounds silly, I know, it has zombies in it! But I just couldn't find it in me to keep reading. I first started in October and only got to finish it now (late March) because I purposely only took this one book on a trip with me, so I would be forced to finally be done with it. There was nothing in it to make me pick it up for nearly six months! I think it's a good idea for a movie, not so much for a novel.
Plus I'm not a huge fan of how some of the characters were altered, especially Mr. Bennet (an adulterer and his daughters knew about it AND they were ok with it because everybody hated Mrs. Bennet, apparently) and Lizzie in the last chapter (that speech about Darcy falling in love with her because she was so unlike other silly and shallow women, seriously?).
All in all, not the best fanfiction I've read, but not the worst either.
I'm not sure what I think about it. I saw the movie first, not knowing it was based on a book. And the two are so different, it's hard to believe they're supposed to be the same story. Regardless of the differences the book was fine, but as with most food stories, I enjoyed the visualisation of the film more.
It's very difficult to rate this book, as I approached it after I've watched the “Generation Kill” series and read dozens of fanfiction that relied heavily on Fick's account of his tour in Iraq. Because of that, I found the first part of it much more interesting - it was new information for me and as I tend to loose motivation to read when I know the way the story ends, so it happened this time. Getting through this book took me, I think, about a year; precisely because I knew the Iraq part of the story so well. But enough about me being a lousy reader.
The book itself is a very detailed and emotionally equipped account, a personal and private story. Fick's perspective as an LT - being somewhere in the middle of it all with a certain amount of authority and imput in decission-making process, but not enough to avoid frustration and negativity - is what I found the most fascinating and worth focusing on.
Another point worth making is that Fick is not afraid to spell out his views on war - that it's not glorious nor romantic and it should never be treated that way.
Z całej książki najbardziej podobała mi się okładka. Wszystko inne uwierało, zaczynając od fabuły i płytkich postaci, przez irytujące wszechobecne zdrobnienia, na potrójnych wykrzyknikach i znakach zapytania kończąc. No i przypisy - moim zdaniem powieści ich nie wymagają, a tutaj pojawiały się w nadmiarze (tak samo z resztą, jak wtrącenia z języków obcych, które wcale nie były potrzebne i wyglądały na dodane trochę na siłę).
Nie byłam w stanie polubić bohaterki, więc ciężko było sympatyzować z jej przeżyciami. Nie rozumiem jej decyzji i zachowań, jest dla mnie powierzchowna i zbyt pochopnie ocenia innych ludzi (głównie po wyglądzie i podsłuchanych fragmentach rozmów). Nie chcę za bardzo zdradzać fabuły,
W książce co chwilę ktoś płacze, zazwyczaj “jak to kobieta”, “jak dziewczynka” lub ewentualnie w przypadku mężczyzn “zupełnie nie jak macho, na którego wygląda, ale w głębi duszy nie jest”. Każda kobieta pragnie wyjść za mąż (chyba, że feministka). A do miłości na całe życie wystarczy jedno spojrzenie i dwie ostatnie strony książki.
I nie powiem, książkę czyta się bardzo szybko, ale w moim przypadku zupełnie bez przyjemności. A szkoda, bo miałam nadzieję na fajną, lekką historię napisaną przez lokalną autorkę.