This book was. . . I’m not really quite sure. I loved it, against all odds. I say that I suppose because I am a romantic sap at heart, I love anything Jane Austen and when a couple I want doesn’t get together it saddens me so much. Sometimes for days I can’t think about anything else. Case in point, Peter Pan (seriously? um yea) You know the movie with Jeremy Sumpter and Rachel Hurd Wood. I have no idea why, except maybe how well they acted together, but at the end when Wendy didn’t stay with Peter, IT stayed with me for days. I was sad for days. How ridiculous is that? Especially when you take into consideration the fact that they were like 12 or 13.
That being said, I really loved this book despite the fact *SPOILER* that Nick and Mae didn’t get together. Not really. There was such a lack of romance in this book and that is the only reason why I’m not sure how to explain succinctly how I feel about it.
The characters were well written, and despite not getting to know Mae that well, I really liked her, Jamie I thought had some of the best lines. And Alan and Nick were pretty awesome.
The supernatural aspect was well thought out and the twist at the end, well I actually guessed it pretty early on, but it was still clever. The details surrounding it were the surprise for me. And although I was pretty satisfied with the ending, there were still parts of it that saddened me.
Now for my quote section.
Jamie was staring at Alan. “You helped me find Catcher in the Rye today and now you shoot people?”
“He only shot one person,” Nick remarked. “But the night is young.”
(a paragraph down) “Forgive him, he has no manners.”
“I get by on good looks,” Nick said.
“It’s the safest and easiest way to get more power, but there’re also rituals with the dead, and-”
“Rituals with the dead,” Jamie repeated in a faint, stunned voice. Nick turned and looked at him coldly. “I mean,” Jamie said, and swallowed, “how interesting and not at all creepy! Please go on!”
They stopped on a dirt road a few fields away from Cranmore Castle, which was now nothing but a mound, gray in the night but green under a daytime sky, a lump in the ground where people had once lived, and lived no longer.
“I expected something a little more castle-shaped,” said Jamie.
“Nothing lasts forever,” Nick said. “Except demons, of course.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a charming conversationalist?” Jamie asked.
“No,” Nick replied honestly.
“I cannot tell you how much that surprises me,” Jamie told him, and Nick gave him a half smile.
On the morning of the fourth day, Jamie tipped a switchblade out of his box of cornflakes.
“I think these promotional campaigns have really got out of hand,” he said, freezing with his hand on the milk carton.
No comments:
Post a Comment