Showing posts with label The "people who have read a book before it was released" Club. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The "people who have read a book before it was released" Club. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

if love makes me sick, at least i'll still be human.

Interesting, but I like the ARC cover better.
Here's the post where I talk about Delirium, by Lauren Oliver.

First of all, I know I read an "Advanced Readers' Edition: Not For Sale," which means that some changes were probably made before the final final final version (like, the cover), so take what I say with half a grain of salt.  But only half.

The major premise of this book is that love is seen as a curable sickness rather than an God-given instinct.  Sounds terrifying, right?  Well, it definitely was.  One thing that has always bothered me about dystopian novels--that kept me from enjoying Brave New World and even tripped me up while reading The Giver--was the blazing frustration of:  Seriously, this would never happen.  Why are we even stressing out about it?  I think we can all agree that that was part of what made The Hunger Games so great: the realness.  The proclivity of humanity to possibly, actually, maybe progress that way.  The world in Delirium did not seem quite as possible, because, honestly, who would agree to a mandated transition from loving your children to feeling nothing but apathy toward them?  I mean, that's barely even human.  I suppose that was the point.

That's another thing that gets me about dystopian.  You want to fight so hard for what the characters believe in--what you believe in--but all you're really fighting for is something that makes you so innately human that it can never be taken away.  Makes the whole thing seem a little moot, to me.  But it works for the same reason:  Readers love having something to fight for.

Anyway, Delirium.  Things I liked:  The relationship between the main character and her best friend, the color of the boy's hair, the ending (no spoiling from me!), the "literature" at the beginning of every chapter, and the way the main character got around to figuring everything out.

Sigh.  I really liked that I had something to fight for (see above), but it bothered me that the first thing on Lena's mind was her romantic love and not the horror of losing all emotion.  I mean, it was there, but at the end (spoiler alert?) when she was deciding to stand up for herself, her reasoning was all I heart this boy, and not, uh,  Hey, this is one sick way to live if a parent can't even console their own child, which is what had been plaguing my mind the whole time.  That was my only real, major complaint, but it made sense to be that way.  I kept reminding myself that I was reading a seventeen-year-old girl, not a twenty-something-year-old woman.  Then I got frustrated even further, though, because I am pretty sure that at seventeen I still would have felt worse about the bigger picture.  Of course, I was never in love in high school.

I don't know.  Maybe it was just the way the people in that world had altered everything from the past, even religion, to serve their purposes.  I kept waiting for Lena to learn that God taught love, not warned against it, because I know that's where my motivation would have been as a teenager.  But that would have made an entirely different story.  That's what I told Joshua when I finished the book:  I was really intrigued by the world (as improbable as it was), but I would have maybe put a different kind of story into it.  I don't know what my problem with romance is.  Maybe it's because I've never been an overly-romantic person in real life (hello, first kiss at 23, here--by choice, at that), but it is really hard for me to grasp, sometimes.  I mean, I really liked both Lena and Alex as characters, and I did (I promise I did) very much like the story (once it picked up), but I so wanted there to be another layer to them the whole time.  What did they really have in common, again?  We all know why Alex stuck out to Lena, but why did she stick out to him?  To be fair, I know this was addressed in the book, but it's hard when you only get one character's point of view.  You know.

Lucky for all of us, this is the first of a trilogy, which I did not know upon finishing, and am a little surprised to find out.  I thought it worked splendidly as a stand alone.  Sure, there were loose ends, but they were poetic enough for me to accept and even appreciate.  So, three cheers for the author on that one.  But some parts of it (vague spoiling ahead) seemed so final, so complete, what else can there be to say?

Regardless, it was a gripping story with characters both lovely and frightening, and the last few chapters had me reeling with adrenaline.  I would recommend this book to anyone who likes romance and standing up for what you believe in, but not much else.  And I KNOW  I didn't read the final copy but, gracious, were there ever some typos.  I think I would make a decent copyeditor.  I usually (not always, but usually) catch all those things that somehow slip through, and no book is immune, it seems (or blog post, for that matter).

The more I think about it, the more I am really looking forward to the rest of the series.  I'm so curious to see where it will go.  Thrilling!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

sicktastic reading binge.

I am illllllllllll.  Then again, I am also dramatic (with a degree to prove it), so it's probably more like "under the weather" than "ill."  In fact, it's just a cold.
Thought:  Where did the expression "under the weather" come from?  Does it mean, like, how you feel on a rainy day, when there's a lot of weather going on on top of you?  And aren't we technically always under the weather?  Tectonic activity, last time I checked, does not count as "weather" (of course, I have not literally "checked").  Maybe a volcano blast counts.  But then the ash would be in the air and you'd still be under it, right?  Obviously (unnecessarily), I digress.

Guess how many books I've read since my last post?  To counteract the abysmal count of "one" from last time, this time I read three!  That's right, I've read NINE WHOLE BOOKS in January.  A personal record.  But don't thank me!  Thank Suzanne Collins for her excellent cliffhangers!  And days off from work!  And being sick!  And all those books we got at the library!

Oh my gosh, can you tell that I'm starting to get stir crazy?

In other pat-myself-on-the-back news, I successfully read Delirium before its release date (uh, tomorrow)!  Thus, I am patiently awaiting my induction into the "people who have read a book before it was released" club.  Sounds like fun.  I bet there will be meetings where we'll discuss "selling out" and "hype" and "this was so much better before anyone else knew about it."  Then we'll go back to the ARCs and moan about the good old days, before our favorite authors were successful.

I'm almost having second thoughts about this club, except that I actually do feel that way about a lot of things.  I'll say, "Oh man I have to tell you about this book/movie/song/TV show, you'll love it!" And then they're like, "Uh, Twilight*, seriously?  Everybody and their mom already knows about that."  And there go all my cool points for that day, for not already knowing about it.
*not an actual anecdote from my life, just an example.  Truth:  I have only read the first page of Twilight, but I've read it three times.  I liked it, I just can't make myself read any more.  It's just... too... popular... and, I'm told, romantic.  Barf!**
**Not that I have anything against romance... but sometimes I kind of hate romance.

I do not know why I am feeling so hyper right now.  Apologies.

Anyway, to sum up my Booksplurge books for January, after the five already mentioned:

6.  Gregor and the Prophecy of Bane.  Suzanne Collins.
7.  Gregor and the Curse of the Warmbloods.  Suzanne Collins.
8.  Delirium.  Lauren Oliver.
9.  Gregor and the Marks of Secret.  Suzanne Collins.

So pretty much this week has been a serious Gregor binge, interrupted by my mysterious need to join the we-knew-it-first club.  Which is not to say that that's all Delirium meant to me--not at all.  I very much enjoyed it, actually, in a lot of different ways.  It challenged my thinking, which was awesome, and kept me at the edge of my proverbial seat, but also got under my skin.  I think I might devote an entire post to it.  How about tomorrow?  Seems like a good day for that.

Unfortunately, I'm so not in the mood to look up all the book covers and post links to all the Amazon pages... yeah... oh, all right.  All right!  Tomorrow!

See how I weaseled out of doing any extra work for this post?  No real reviewing, no pictures.  I'm lazy today.  But have no fear, I will definitely get around to talking about the Gregor books (in case you were worried about that), once I've finished the last one.  Which may very well happen tomorrow.  Possibly the next day, if I'm a productive little beaver and actually leave the house (a lofty goal when I don't have to work and feel borderline gross).

Whew.  Nine down, fifty-one to go.