My edition (not the one I selected but I couldn’t find it) was in tiny print. I’m sure it would have been twice as thick a book if it had been in a regular typing. So it felt like a really slow read. It took me almost 2 weeks and the protagonist reminded me of all the other protagonists in the Dickens’ novels I have read so far. Which isn’t a bad thing but I wasn’t all that enthusiastic about it. But nonetheless, a good one to read.
Not the best in the series, I think. It didn’t say anything new about Hollywood, even though I enjoyed how it played around with iconic movies and movie stars. Gaspode = <3. But otherwise, it's okay but sort of skippable.
I waited impatiently for it and maybe that was the thing, but I wished it had a bit more magic…usually I am left feeling warm and happy and just simply good. And while I still feel some of those feelings, now that I have closed the book, I wish I could have known more about the three women.
I wasn’t all that interested in the protagonist…I couldn’t even tell you his name or if I even read his name, but those women. They are gold. The boy and his troubles reminded me of Coraline and the Other Mother somehow…bad nanny etc. I want to know more about the Ocean…maybe it needed some more words, maybe it’s just me. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it or that it isn’t worth a read, I just want more.
At first I was e bit hesitant to start the book, because I work at school and didn’t want to bring work at home. But once I did, I loved it immediately.
I understand Eva, the mom, so much that at times it was uncanny. All my arguments against becoming a mom are in the book (and some other thoughts I’ve had in regards to the USA). All my fears that I’d be just like her (because you simply cannot give it back, the kid I mean), are in the book. So, that was … interesting to say the least.
The writing itself is intelligent and the style fits perfectly. even though I read the book rather fast, I kept wanting to avoid the ending, since I knew what was to come and I didn’t think I was ready to face it but the style helped and it wasn’t clichéd or over the top, I think.
Anyway, I’d recommend the novel without reservations.
I love love love the ending. I thought the last couple of books that I read weren’t as hysterically funny.. or as weird or anything. I found this quite plausible. The way religion was addressed or Vampires. I mean, it all makes sense dosen’t it? And I loved Thcrapth. Igor broke my heart in that one scene (even though I knew Thcrapth would make a spectacular return).
Peet doesn’t know he can jump between every planet in the galaxy until he is faced with a lynch mob of people who do not appreciate birds singing at the top of their lungs in the middle of the night. Which is also something Peet is really good at. It is save to say that he is the most unusual bird in the history of birds.
So, quite unexpectedly, Peet finds himself on a very slippery floor, which belongs to a space station, the current home of Mike. Mike is eleven and has just very recently lost his mother. People say she is dead, but Mike holds onto the hope that she is really just simply lost. Which is a good thing because once Mike can somehow escape the daycare center, he can go and try to find her (those other kids are insane!).
Mike runs into Peet as he is doing an errand for Ensign Roland, who is also stuck in the daycare center as part of her training to be a pilot (she has failed to see the logic of this). Mike decides to take the strange bird with him and hides him in his quarters.
Two officers, who know the immense value and rarity of Peet’s kind saw Mike pick him up and show up at his quarters a couple of hours later, eager to get their hands on Peet and exploit him to their advantages. Frightened, Peet jumps away and thus starts a roller coaster ride, which involves meeting demons (apparently relations of Peet) incinerating a planet and a trip home to Mike’s grandmother (no relation to anyone), who informs him that his mother was a secret caretaker and protector of Peet’s kind.
Peet and Mike jump to the planet his mother had last traveled to and land right in the middle of a fight between them and the other caretakers of the birds: dragons.
This is what I have so far. The title should have said: “Trying” to write. No matter how often I revise I still think it doesn’t flow nicely and I’m leaving things out that I should write in. I have another synopsis in store to share soon-ish and am working on the ones for the German novels. They aren’t easy to write, are they?
Ich hatte eben so viel Spaß daran, einen Roman zu editieren, den ich im Endeffekt nochmal halb neu schreiben muss, dass ich zu Katy Perry: “Roar” durch die Wohnung getanzt bin. Und wenn das jemand von Außen gesehen hat, hat das die Person sicher auch erheitert. Also ein double win.
Ich war happy. Ich bin nicht immer happy wenn ich mich an die Nachbearbeitung setzen muss, weil mir der Abstand so oft fehlt und ich mich einfach nicht nochmal mit dem Ganzen auseinandersetzen will. Aber wenn dann plötzlich alles klickt, die Teile so ineinanderpassen, dass ich das Gefühl habe: Ja, das könnt was werden, das könnte jemandem gefallen der nicht ich ist…. das ist magisch.
Und dann tanze ich durch die Wohnung. Zur Verwirrung der Katzen. Aber man muss jeden Sieg feiern, oder? Und ich darf auch noch verdrängen, dass ich das ganze vom handschriftlichen Layout ins Tatsächliche abtippen muss. Dass ich noch Stunden davor sitzen muss, die ich wahrscheinlich sehr anstrengend finde. Und wenn das dann der Fall sein sollte, liebes Selbst, dann erinnere dich, dass du heute mal wieder ganz genau wusstest, dass Autorin sein, das ist, was dich glücklich macht.