Several on soulmates today.
I saw one that caught my eye by Jasmine. She wrote:
Soulmates always find each other.
I agreed. Or I like to think I do. But it made This is Fine write:
Do soulmates even exist?
Several on soulmates today.
I saw one that caught my eye by Jasmine. She wrote:
Soulmates always find each other.
I agreed. Or I like to think I do. But it made This is Fine write:
Do soulmates even exist?
I've been posting lately to the Ever Shades label (see here) and really it's become a holding place for all those little bon mots that I can't put anywhere else.
You cannot change them by loving them harder.
Too true. Sometimes you love them by leaving them alone. Maybe they come back. Often they don't.
I'm not sure if this is the author's first novel or not, but it reads like one. There are some interesting ideas, and the writing is grammatically sound and free of errors, but there is a lot of telling the reader what's happening.
This book and the author's writing tends to lead the reader feeling like he is outside the action just looking in, rather than an integral part of the book and the writing. There are few things better than feeling as though you, as a reader are a part of the book and the writing, and you're on a roller coaster, going up and down with the main characters, being taken away.
The author's writing doesn't bring the reader to that place. Instead it keeps you at arm's length. I wish it was more engaging because it's smacks of Neil Ferguson's Snowcrash, a book that I loved. I look forward to more from this author, but this wasn't what I was hoping for.
Once more in the Ever Shade label, a simple yet long one. Spoke to me. Maybe to you too.
That one hit me.
Evershade, evershades, ever shade, ever shades, shades of Betsy
I've fallen in love with these Ever Shade posts (see here), and really enjoy being on the lookout for new ones to post each week. Here's this weeks sample:
This first one comes by way of "austere" and she says:
Asking yourself if their feelings were real, will destroy your heart.
Whenever I review a book I try to limit it to several things, the author’s intent, the writing style, the mechanics, and the overall story. On two of these, Qatarina Wanders fails.
That being said, the writing is solid. The mechanics and the style aren’t all together bad, I just wish I could give a damn about the story and the characters. The author tries to instill a sense of mystery and intrigue but fails completely enough that I had to force myself to keep turning pages. Worse? I didn’t like the main character at all. This is always the worst aspect for me. I want to involve myself in the main character’s life, I want to care. Instead I wanted nothing to do with the main character. I wanted her only to finish up quickly and move on so I could as well. And the intrigue? The mystery? I didn’t care.
There are some good things, but for me it wasn’t enough to overcome the bad.
I picked up and started to read “I Hate My Brother” for the worst possible reasons, it kept showing up in my feed and it had a disturbing cover image (two babies facing each other with weapons). I suppose there is also the fact that I have brothers. I don’t hate my brothers (at the moment) but there have been times in my past.
Mr. Bojcic, the author is from that country and probably from that time and place. It reads more like an autobiography and a stream of consciousness story. The mechanics of the writing need a lot of work, at least in the online version I read, which really takes away from the reading. Not a native English speaker or writer (I’m assuming) there are also a lot of grammatical mistakes that also take away from the story. The worst aspect is that I didn’t really care. The story unfolds slowly, too slowly. I kept wanting more, a reason to care. I never got it.
But the author has an earnestness to his writing, and I suppose someone more interested in the conflict and politics in Yugoslavia might like it more than I. But for me? I didn’t need a history book.
I spent some time today with this book. I'm a huge fan of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plub novels, and I went into this expecting that style. I don't think I got what I expected. Instead of levity this story brings seriousness and romance. The problem? The writing style would have been more aligned with comedy.
Although I found it fun, the writing tends to lag, and like I said, I don't think the author was going for fun, as much as they were going for hard-boiled or hard-hitting. Thankfully the mechanics of the writing were clean in that I only saw a few problems, but nothing too rough around the edges. All in all, I was disappointed that it wasn't a book that could draw me in and deliver on what I thought was promise. Back to Evanovich for me I guess.
This book, if nothing else, provides a tretise on the importance of finding a good title. Which is odd, I find that good novel titles are everywhere! Behind Locked Doors, Sunset Perfection, Oasis Club. That's just off the top of my head! Sultry Quagmire? Needs work. Sounds like a slow, mad, racing horse name to me.
One thing this novel has going for it, along with the writing style, is the era that the author picked. I am a sucker for war novels and for depression era novels. The life, the troubles and challenges, the simplicity of the life with the coming complexity of the war. For me, this is a wonderful era to read about which was enjoyable to find in this work.
This is 4 stars. Would have been 5 with a better title, and a little bit more elegance and panache to the writing style.