Remember my previous post, loyal followers? You know, where I reviewed Catcher in the Rye and I talked about wishing an author were your friend and calling them up randomly? Yeah, George Orwell isn’t one of them. However, he’s still brilliant.
This is a theme that I’ve been obsessed with lately; the state of the future. This book did nothing to assuage my fears.
It’s not a cheerful book, and it’ll haunt your mind for a while, but it’s creative and interesting and well-written.
I’d read more of this genre, even if not too often.
I didn’t read this book. I gobbled it up with the intensity of a starved alien from weird-planet-where-they-eat-words.
Okay, it’s completely brilliantly written. So simple and so arresting, thought-provoking that words fail me when trying to describe it.
What really knocks me out in a book is that, when you’re done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it is a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.
I think I’m going to think of books in those terms from now on. How extra-ordinarily insightful would the author have to be, and how likable himself, to produce a character as likable, as understandable as Holden!
I don’t know. I think this is my new favourite book. I can’t pick between this and Perks of Being a Wallflower. (https://hodgepodgejellybrain.wordpress.com/2012/01/23/the-perks-of-being-a-wallflower/)
Did you know, though, that Perks… was inspired by this book? And that this book was Stephen Chbosky’s favourite book? YES! Now, all loyal (and imaginary) readers will see that it must take, at the very least, a minor phenomenon to inspire work as amazing as Perks of Being a Wallflower. I expect to see the shops being raided and stormed as you all rush to the shops to buy this book. And read it. And hug it and sleep with it under the pillow. Treat it as you would, the tender and loving missive of a faraway lover, even if it’s actually in the voice of a 16 year old boy. And/or eat it.
That’s that. Read. Book. Else, sob with regret on death bed. (Damn, regret has two syllables. Ah, well.)
This book is by Ken Follett.
This is a genre of book that I generally despise, (You know, “gripping page turner thrillers) but it was recommended to me by a friend whose taste in books I trust. So I went and bought it And I genuinely loved it. It actually is gripping. -Gasp- I’ll have to start trusting the back cover review of books now!
When I was in school, the only chapter I liked in Biology was the one on Genetics, and that’s what this book is about.I can’t vouch that the Science in this book is genuine (And I can’t be arsed to truly check.) but it’s truly fascinating.
Plus, it has a super-cute, super-sweet law student as the protagonist which… helps.
Also, the female protagonist is a rebellious, independent and kinda awesome.
The story-line is pretty gripping, as stated earlier, although the climax is slower than I would have liked.
And the ending? It’s cute and sappy and happy. Which, once in a while, I’m a sucker for. </ShamefulConfession>
If you’re bored one day, read this. It’ll make you happy.