here comes the predictable review: I love it!!!!! If Neil Gaiman wasn’t online I’d say that I want to have babiez with his talent and imagination but since that would be utterly weird I won’t say it. *g* Seriously his writing is pure magic.
I picked the 2 stars because there are no 2,5. Because I’m not sure I liked it. Or maybe I don’t want to like it.
The characters, all trapped in their silly little lifes and drama nobody cares for are undeniably human and well written, but they annoyed me so much, that I wondered why I bothered reading on (and yes, annoying me as a reader might be intentional). I get it. Life is fucked, people are hypocrites and don’t I know it, I’ve been unemployed too. But not everyone is, in real life anyways, and taking out one person out of the equation might but doesn’t have to, tip the balance as much as Barry Fairbrother’s death did (let’s not get into speaking names, shall we) and yes, there’s Kay for instance, but still… Also, all the dieing is a bit too much. I don’t think it was necessary to get the point across, that people are biased, egoistic, caught up in their own lifes, fallible and often, suck.
And yet, it did affect me.
So, I honestly don’t know.
The story is fragmented into substories. This is clever and entertaining…but not always. I struggled with some of them because I either confused the people as the story turned up again or I was simply not interested. The idea is good, the topic too, the humor my kind of humor but it didn’t impress me that much.
Okay…this review is difficult. I excpected it to be different, not just because of the praise that hovers around the novel like a fuzzy warm cloud, but also because the very first sentence gave me the impression it was bout Col Aureliano Buendia. Seems it was not. I am debating if it was about solitude, family, magic, a world that exists beyond reason. Or incest. What’s with the incest? And also why that first sentence?
I had to struggle for the first 100 + pages and then I enjoyed the magic in the story but I’m not so sure if spring exploding all around me and my mood changing into one more pleasant and calm favoured the reading experience.
Not sure how to say it. It wasn’t bad. But it also wasn’t as captivating as I thought it would be judging from the reviews.
I LOVE IT!
I think it took me two sentences to be completely drawn into the story, to be right there, in the house, on the cemetery. It actually gave me one horrible nightmare I think but if a story cannot get to you, then there must be something missing, right? And the only think I didn’t like about this one was, that it ended.
Reading the story made me sad. And afraid. And laugh. But mostly and for reasons I have to investigate I kept thinking how it is almost half my life ago that I was that age. And I think Margo is a sad, lost young woman. I hope she finds herself. Or a way to life to make herself happy.