Surprisingly, I LOVED writing last month’s post about the books I read in Queenstown (and loved the comments section even more). So – why not? – here are the three unfortunately mediocre books I read this month and the one I’m reading now I’ve fallen in love with:
The Beach House – I love Southern fiction and The Beach House has good Amazon reviews. But I spent over a week slogging through this overly sentimental story about a woman who goes home to South Carolina to help her dying mother. She falls in love with a rugged fisherman, deals with her past, saves some sea turtles… You know, the usual. The prose made me want to vomit, but the story wasn’t bad enough to warrant putting down. I really should have stopped halfway through but instead I stayed on into the bitter end. When will I learn?
Game of Thrones – Alright, I tried it. Everyone and their mother is reading this book and I just spent two months living in a house underneath a billboard advertising the HBO series. Yet, alas, this was a rare occasion when I couldn’t even stomach finishing the damn thing. It took me two weeks to get 25% through on my Kindle and I inevitably gave up. I couldn’t get past the dozens of different narratives, ridiculously over the top language and misogynistic author. A friend called it a “nerd’s wet dream” and after struggling through a quarter I have to agree. Really bummed I couldn’t get into it but isn’t reading supposed to be fun? However, this book could have gotten awesome at the 26% mark so take this “review” for what it’s worth.
Tomorrow, When the War Began – A reader recommended this because of my obsession with The Hunger Games. While I loved how quick and easy TWWB was to finish, this story didn’t grip anything in me. It was entertaining and the characters were sort of interesting, but my biggest difficultly was that THE AUTHOR DIDN’T EXPLAIN THE DAMN STORY. It’s about a bunch of teenagers in Australia who go camping and come home to find their town has been invaded and their families are gone. You’d think the most fundamental part of the story would be who invaded and why. I kept waiting for more explanation but none came. I’m sure die-hard readers will say that isn’t what the story is really about – it’s about teenagers struggling to fight and fend for themselves. But no. Just… no. It’s basic plot, people. I also found the constant metaphors exhausting. Yes, we get it, you are clever and deep. While I’d like to know what happens, the first book (there are a million, I can’t keep track) didn’t get me invested enough to keep reading.
What I’m reading now…
Now I’m “reading” two books at once. I moved house on Sunday and it’s a 45 minute walk to work so I’ve started listening to audioboks (go Audible!). I’m listening to The Forgotten Garden and while I’m getting into the story, I have serious Audiobook ADD. I get distracted or tune out for a minute and end up completely missing things. When you read and realize you’ve zoned out you can flip the page, but with audiobooks you just miss it and I feel like I’m losing crucial story elements.
But at night I’m reading Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion and I’m freaking hooked. HOOKED I SAY. I’m only two chapters in but this beautiful story told from the perspective of a zombie is surprisingly touching. The first line, “I’m dead, but it’s not so bad.” is pretty damn spectacular. You can read the seed for the novel called I Am a Zombie Filled With Love online.
What did you read this month? Anything you loved? Hated?