Review: Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

Edition Published April 22nd 2014 by Broadway Books
Goodreads description: On a warm summer morning in North Carthage, Missouri, it is Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary. Presents are being wrapped and reservations are being made when Nick’s clever and beautiful wife disappears. Husband-of-the-Year Nick isn’t doing himself any favors with cringe-worthy daydreams about the slope and shape of his wife’s head, but passages from Amy’s diary reveal the alpha-girl perfectionist could have put anyone dangerously on edge. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media—as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents—the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter—but is he really a killer?
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I honestly don’t know what to say about this book.

The writing is amazing. There’s no doubt about that.

But it’s also depressing, and confusing, and a little bit scary. Actually, very scary.

The plot is most easily described as clever. Interesting. But not interesting in the I -don’t-know-how-else-to-describe-it way. It was actually, really, truthfully interesting. Mind-boggling, even. I really don’t know how Gillian thought of all of these twists and turns and the thrills that make this book a great thriller – she honestly has an outstanding mind to be able to piece everything together the way she did – and then explain it all to the reader.

But that is where my love for this book ends.

The characters are not exactly likeable. Both of them certainly have almost-likeable qualities, but neither of them are actually people I could relate to (in the slightest) or be friends with. I started by being sympathetic with Nick, but then something happened (SPOILER: he cheated. I don’t even have a problem with the fact she cheated with a student. That doesn’t bother me at all. It’s just the fact that I see cheating as wrong, and I saw him as a bad person because of it).

The language just annoyed me. I’m hardly uptight when it comes to swearing, but this just annoyed me after a while. It seemed unnecessary and not needed.

I also disliked is the ending. In a way, it is absolutely perfect for this sick, twisted but amazing book. But it just didn’t appeal to me. It just didn’t seem right – it was almost like (spoilers) Nick and Amy had come completely full circle. Maybe I just viewed it in the wrong way, but that’s how it seemed to me. It made the book entirely pointless.

My rating is…

★★

-Beth

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Review: Isla and the Happily Ever After

Edition: 2014, Usbourne
Goodreads description: Hopeless romantic Isla has had a crush on brooding artist Josh since their first year at the School of America in Paris. And, after a chance encounter in Manhattan over the summer break, romance might be closer than Isla imagined. But as they begin their senior year back in France, Isla and Josh are forced to face uncertainty about their futures, and the very real possibility of being apart.
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Wow. Wow. Wow.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to force the words out in the right way.

This book is…

omg.

This book is…freaking…extraordinary.

Wow. I feel like I’m talking to someone who I love, really awkwardly. It’s like the first time I skyped my boyfriend.

Because I think I just fell in love.

No, I mean seriously. I just fell. In. Love. And now I don’t know how to explain that love to my very best friend.

We straighten , but our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded Coke can. “This guy’s lady love is kind of a slob, don’t you think?” he whispers.
I cover my mouth with my hands again.
“A reaaaaaaaal litterbug.”
“Stop it,” I hiss. My eyes are watering. “Ohmygod look at this one! How did he get her toenail clippings?”
“If you were my girl,” he whispers, “I’d take creepy pictures of your trash when I knew you weren’t looking.”
“If you were my girl,” I whisper back,” I”d put the creepy pictures in a foreign museum so you wouldn’t know that I take creepy pictures.

Okay. This book made me laugh, it made me cry. It made me feel completely absorbed in a book like I never have been before. When I looked up after reading the end for over an our, it was like…seeing my bedroom for the first time. Like seeing the sun, but knowing I’d been somewhere else when it rised.

Somewhere in an amazing, extraordinary, I-can’t-believe-a-human-being-created-this type of fantasy world. I honestly never knew a human mind could make that much love. Hope. Everything.

This book was a perfect explanation of my favourite type of book. Romance, but with hope.

Everything…everything about this book just seemed perfect. I cried when I finished it, because I just want to go back to Paris.

I really want to just keep writing and writing about this one, which maybe I’ll do one day when I’ve got my head together more, but right now, I will let you carry on with your life until it appears very near the top of my Favourite Books of 2015 list.

So the last thing I will say, is this book made me feel like some of the books I’ve rated 5 stars before weren’t worth it as much as this one…

Unsurprisingly, this book gets a massive 5 moons.


5 out of 5 moons

-Beth

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Review: Lola and the Boy Next Door

Edition: 2014 by Usbourne Publishing
Goodreads description: Budding designer Lola Nolan doesn’t believe in fashion… she believes in costume. The more expressive the outfit – the more sparkly, more wild – the better. And life is pretty close to perfect for Lola, especially with her hot rocker boyfriend.
That is, until the Bell twins, Calliope and Cricket return to the neighbourhood and unearth a past of hurt that Lola thought was long buried. So when talented inventor Cricket steps out from his twin sister’s shadow and back into Lola’s life, she must finally face up to a lifetime of feelings for the boy next door. Could the boy from Lola’s past be the love of her future?
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I’m not going to lie, it took quite a while for me to get into this book and completely connect with the characters. I found the first two chapters confusing and found I had a lot of questions for Lola about her childhood, which were later answered, luckily.

But even saying that, I still found the first 50 pages or so quite badly structured. If I wasn’t determined to carry on reading, I could have easily put down this book and just forgotten about it, as I didn’t really want to read on.

Cricket.
His name explodes inside of me like cannon fire. I move towards our windows. His curtains are open. The bags he brought home are still on his floor, but there’s no sign of him. What am I supposed to say the next time we see each other? Why won’t he stop ruining my life?
Why does he have to ask me out now?

But after that, it really picked up. As you can see, even though I didn’t enjoy the first part, I am still rewarding this lovely book with four stars.

Because after learning who Cricket Bell actually is, and why Lola is adopted by two gay men, I could finally focus on the actual story.

And I really did lose myself in this book. I forgot I had a hospital appointment, which is always a good thing!

I found Lola intruiging, to say the least. I have to admit, at first I didn’t really get the costume thing. But now, I completely do. I really grew to admire her. I’ve done a bit of sewing, myself, so I can really see how much work Lola puts into her designs and outfits.

I also love the way Stephanie weaves difficult subjects into her writing, giving them a neutral viewpoint. I completely agree with her view of home education, as it did help Cricket, and put across the point that sometimes, school just isn’t for everyone, all the time.

Other things, such as age-gap love, long distance relationships and same-sex relationships are also portrayed in what I believe is the right way. That’s the main thing that made me fall in love with this book.

But still, even though I did really enjoy the story, even going as far to say I am completely bessotted by Lola and Cricket, something is holding me back from that big 5 stars. Maybe it was just the start of the book, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. So, even though I have a feeling I will be giving this series as a whole the big 5, this one has been given….

-Beth

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Review: Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins

Edition: 2014 by Usbourne Publishing
Goodreads: Can Anna find love in the City of Light?
Anna is happy in Atlanta. She has a loyal best friend and a crush on her coworker at the movie theater, who is just starting to return her affection. So she’s less than thrilled when her father decides to send her to a boarding school in Paris for her senior year.
But despite not speaking a word of French, Anna meets some cool new people, including the handsome Étienne St. Clair, who quickly becomes her best friend. Unfortunately, he’s taken —and Anna might be, too. Will a year of romantic near misses end with the French kiss she’s waiting for?
My rating:/5
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Big question everyone! Do you ever feel already buried deep like you love too many books?

Because I love, love, loved this book. But I’ve been loving a lot of books recently. So I’m trying to do this from a neutral point of view, even though this one already has a hands down 5 stars.

“Most people in Atlanta don’t have an accent. It’s pretty urban. A lot of people speak gangsta, though,” I add jokingly.
“Fo’ shiz,” he replies in his polite English accent.
I spurt orangey-red soup across the table. St. Clair gives a surprised ha-HA kind of laugh, and I’m laughing too, the painful kind like abdominal crunches. He hands me a napkin to wipe my chin. “Fo’. Shiz.” He repeats it solemnly.
Cough cough. “Please don’t ever stop saying that. It’s too-” I gasp. “Much.”
“You oughtn’t to have said that. Now I shall have to save it for special occasions.”
“My birthday is in February.” Cough choke wheeze. “Please don’t forget.”

I just found this book really…lovely. I love the way it’s written, it’s easy to read, relate to and get into.

The story follows Anna, an American girl from Atlanta who is sent to SOAP, the School of America in Paris. She feels like the odd one out, until she meets Mer and her friends.

Slowly, gradually, she starts to fit in. She meets St Clair, one of the friends from her group, and even though he’s taken, they hit it off as great friends.

But slowly, they get closer and get to know each other better. This book follows their beautiful story.

I absolutely fell in love with Anna, St Clair and in turn, Paris.

This is yet another beautiful story. But with a twist. Although there is many books similar to these, with just enough romance and even the same quotes I’ve seen in other books, I found this one somewhat different. Unique. And that’s what made me love this book so much. Because even though, I won’t lie, there is some familiarity to other books, the romance is one of a kind in this one.

I honestly can’t wait to get to Lola & Isla, now!

-Beth

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Review: The Geography of You and Me by Jennifer E. Smith

The Geography of You and Me by Jennifer E. Smith
Edition: October 9th 2014 by Headline
Goodreads description: Lucy and Owen meet somewhere between the tenth and eleventh floors of a New York City apartment building, on an elevator rendered useless by a citywide blackout. After they’re rescued, they spend a single night together, wandering the darkened streets and marveling at the rare appearance of stars above Manhattan. But once the power is restored, so is reality. Lucy soon moves to Edinburgh with her parents, while Owen heads out west with his father. Lucy and Owen’s relationship plays out across the globe as they stay in touch through postcards, occasional e-mails, and — finally — a reunion in the city where they first met.
My rating: /5
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I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be able to find words good enough, that mean enough- that are enough – to describe this book. But it’s definitely worth my attempt. It’s worth a lot more than that.

I’m not even sure where to start. So I guess, being the logical person that I am, I’m going to start at the end.

When I finished this book, I placed it between my knees and then hugged it (and my knees). I then tried to hold back the tears as I faced my laptop – with Skype open, on a call to my lovely boyfriend, and smiled.

And how many times had they all been stuffed in here together? Dad, with his newspaper folded under his arm, always standing near the door, ready to bolt; Mom, wearing a thin smile, seesawing between amusement and impatience with the rest of them; the twins, grinning as they elbowed each other; and Lucy, the youngest, tucked in a corner, always trailing behind the rest of the family like an ellipsis at the end of a sentence.

And now here she was, in a box that seemed too tiny to hold so many memories, with the walls pressing in all around her and nobody to come to her rescue.

This book is a perfect description of long distance relationships – the inconstant, uneven but definite motion of rushed, loud and exciting hellos and drawn out, quiet and tear speckled goodbyes.

With nothing in between but mere words that don’t fill the gap between two people in love nearly enough – spoken into a phone, typed into a computer or written onto the back of a postcard…

And when they finally meet up after long months of being alone, just being together feels like so much, it feels like waking up from a sleep that was way too long…something this book demonstrates amazingly.

After reading so much romance – Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda followed by How To Be Bad followed by Let It Snow – I thought I was done with reading romance for a while. But I was so, so wrong. Because whith romance books, there’s an extremely fine line between too-much-cheese and overwhelming beauty.

And I’m very happy to tell you, this one was pretty far over the overwhelming beauty line.

In fact, it just made me want to pick up all of my favorite romance books and read the most important parts all over again. Which I think I’ll do in a second.

This one meant so much to be. I’m in a long distance relationship myself, and not only did I completely understand everything this book talked about, but I really related to it. The longing, the missing, the wishing, the being across an ocean. And weirdly enough, me and my boyfriend are across the atlantic just as Lucy and Owen are.

And it’s so true. Everything in this book is so true and pure. But the thing that stands out is this:

Home isn’t a place.

Home is who the heart finds. And whether you’re standing on the top of a highrise in New York City, or on the Point Zero star in Paris – you’ll always feel more at home next to the person you love.

-Beth

May your shelves forever overflow with books!

P.S. I wrote this review as a draft, yesterday. Since then, I have not started another book, instead I’ve been reading my favorite parts of all the romance books I own. Carry On, Night Owls, Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour…I can’t get enough love.

P.P.S. No one look at my goodreads. I will have to kill anyone who knows about the amount of romance novels I’ve just added to my TBR list.

Review: Let It Snow by Myracle, Green & Johnson

Book: Let It Snow
By: Lauren Myracle, John Green &  Maureen Johnson
Edition Published: 2014By: Penguin Books UK
Goodreads description: An ill-timed storm on Christmas Eve buries the residents of Gracetown under multiple feet of snow and causes quite a bit of chaos. One brave soul ventures out into the storm from her stranded train and sets off a chain of events that will change quite a few lives. Over the next three days one girl takes a risky shortcut with an adorable stranger, three friends set out to win a race to the Waffle House (and the hash brown spoils), and the fate of a teacup pig falls into the hands of a lovesick barista.
My rating:★★★★
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Let It Snow is most easily described as hot chocolate. Seriously. It’s warm, sweet and comforting. Perhaps a little unoriginal as in the fact that it’s a pretty classic love story. But it’s so cute you don’t even care anymore.

The Jubilee Express
I turned off the water only when it started to go cold. When I emerged into the thick stream, I saw that my clothes were gone. Someone had extracted them from the bathroom without my noticing. In their place were two large towels, a pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, socks, and slippers. The socks were thick and pink, and the slippers were white fluffy booties, very worn.
I grabbed for the nearest item, which was a sweatshirt, and held it up to my naked self, even though I was cleary alone in the bathroom now. Someone had come in. Someone had been lurking around, removing my clothes and replacing them with new, dry ones. Had Stuart let himself in while I was showering? Had he seen me in my natural state? Did I even care at this point?

A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle
I nodded my head and put the car into drive and pressed the accelerator. The tires spun, and then we shot off, the falling snow alive in the headlights. I couldn’t see the curbs of the road, let alone the painted lines dividing the lanes, so I mostly just tried to stay between the mailboxes.
Grove Park is kind of a bowl, so to leave you have to drive up a very modest hill. JP and the Duke and I all grew up in the Grove Park subdivision, and I’ve driven up the hill in question thousands of times.
And so the potentiel problem did not even occur to me as we started to climb. But soon, I noticed that the amount of pressure I placed on the accelerator pedal did not in any way affect the speed at which we were going up the hill. I began to feel a tinge of dread.

The Patron Saint of Pigs
I missed Jeb so much.
Because our breakup, which was only a week old and as raw as an open wound, was my own stupid fault.
Because I’d written Jeb a (pathetic?) e-mail asking him please, please, please to meet me at Starbucks yesterday so we could talk. But he never showed up. Didn’t even call.
And because, after waiting at Starbucks for nearly two hours, I hated life and myself so much that I trudged across the parking lot to Fantastic Sam’s, where I tearfully told the stylist to lop my hair off and dye what was left of it pink.
Which she did, because why did she care if I committed hair suicide.

I expected this book to be at best, cheesy. I mean, the beautiful cover suggested otherwise, but the thought of a trio of three Christmas romances?

Complete cheese fest.

I mean, I’m a sucker for romance, but even I’ll admit that I thought this one would tip romantic over the edge.

I was so wrong. Although the entire book is based on three romances, there isn’t much…physical romance. Kissing, etc.

Which I found good. Because if it was too easy, too predictable, this book would have a lot less stars than I gave it.

This book was really, really lovely. Not outstanding, but creative and sweet. It’s a great one for any romance/YA/contemporary lovers! And of course, any lovers of John Green, Lauren Myracle and Maureen Johnson.

-Beth

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Review: Library of Souls by Ransom Riggs

Book: Library of Souls
By: Ransom Riggs
Edition Published: 2015
By: Quirk
Goodreads description: They’ll travel from modern-day London to the labyrinthine alleys of Devil’s Acre, the most wretched slum in all of Victorian England. It’s a place where the fate of peculiar children everywhere will be decided once and for all. Like its predecessors, Library of Souls blends thrilling fantasy with never-before-published vintage photography to create a one-of-a-kind reading experience.
My rating: /5
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As I have a lot to say about these books, I’m going to separate this review into two sections, starting with my thoughts on this book, then a bit about the series as a whole.

I loved the first book, I felt the action was severely lacking in the first half of Hollow City, and then I fell in love with Library of Souls.

Completely fell in love. It changed the series for me completely, from love to like to completely besotted.

Library of Souls has got to be my favorite book of this series. Speaking of which…here’s an extract;

One of the gaurds dragged Perplexus out of the crows and up to the door. Since I’d last seen him, his hair and beard had turned albaster white, his spine had curved, and deep wrinkles grooved his face. He’d spent too long away from his loop, and now his true age was beginning to catch up to him. Perplexus seemed about to open the door when he was struck by a fit of coughing. Once he’d regained his breath, he faced caul, drew in a snorting lungful of air, and spat a glistening wad of phlegm onto his cloak.
“You are an ignorant pig!” Perplexus cried.

If words are even enough to explain how much I loved this series, the best way I think to describe it would be to tell you what it proved to me.

It proved that books that have happy endings can still be amazing.

It also proved that it is possible for authors to enter author-dom with a fresh, never been done before, idea, and succeed. Not only succeed, but thrive. Completely thrive.

It mostly proved though, that this type of book can be one of the best series ever. There must have been a reason I purchased all these books with a certain degree of confidence. And I believe I was right to. They are the most strange but most fascinating books I’ve ever read. Definitely up there.

I would normally recommend books of a certain genre to certain people, but I would actually recommend this to any Young Adult readers.

There is a little bit of romance, just enough to keep me happy. There is a lot of action, it just doesn’t stop.

I still don’t have the words for this review, as you can probably tell.

I just can’t explain it with just 26 letters. It’s impossible.

So let’s just finish this review by saying this:

This series is one I am proud to keep on my shelves. And definitely one I will not be removing anytime soon.

-Beth

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Review: Hollow City by Ransom Riggs

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Book: Hollow City
By: Ransom Riggs
Edition Published: 2014
By: Quirk Books
Goodreads description: Ten peculiar children flee an army of deadly monsters.
And only one person can help them – but she’s trapped in the body of a bird.
The extraordinary journey that began in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children continues as Jacob Portman and his newfound friends journey to London, the peculiar capital of the world. There, they hope to find a cure for their beloved headmistress, Miss Peregrine. But in this war-torn city, hideous surprises lurk around every corner. And before Jacob can deliver the peculiar children to safety, he must make an important decision about his love for Emma Bloom.
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I really am enjoying this series, but I am sorry to say I didn’t like Hollow City quite as much as Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children.

It took me a couple of chapters to get into the first book, but it took me almost half of the book to get into Hollow City.

Now, this could be due to me being too busy to really enjoy the first half, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. For a start, even when I’m busy, I manage to make time for books I enjoy.

Really, I’d been dreaming of such adventures since I was small. Back then I believed in destiny, and believed in it absolutely, with every inch and strand of my little kid heart. I’d felt it like an itch in my chest while listening to my grandfather’s extraordinary stories. One day that will be me. What felt like an obligation now had been a promise back then – that one day I would escape my little town and live an extraordinary life, as he had done; and that one day, like Grandpa Portman, I would do something that mattered. He used to say to me: “You’re going to be a great man, Yakob. A very great man.”

But I really do love a lot of things about this book. I’ve never read a book like it, and I’m not sure I ever will. It’s a completely unique series, and extremely imaginative.

The pictures really bring this book to life. They portray perfectly the story, and I was shocked to find out that the pictures are chosen to fit the novel, rather than the other way round as it was for Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children.

I love the characters, too. And (I’ve heard a few people say this) I love Emma. In the first book, I didn’t really take a fancy to her. I think it was the simple fact that she loved Jacob’s Grandpa, and now loves Jacob. It a) creeped me out and b) I felt like she was manipulating Jacob, like she loved him because of his Grandpa, not because of who Jacob is.

I’m not sure if it’s meant to come across like that, but it did (and still slightly does) to me. Other than that, I do like Emma as a character. I also love Olive, she’s just so sweet, like a little kid who isn’t so young (which is what she is, really).

But I don’t like any of the characters more than Jacob. He is right to be the main character, and I love seeing everything from his point of view. He’s sweet, but also has some interesting inner battles. I find his character amazingly caring, but his love for Emma is the cutest thing. Because he loves Emma for who she is. And above everything, he really cares about her. And I can tell he would do anything for her.


4 out of 5 moons

-Beth

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Review: Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

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Book: Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children

By: Ransom Riggs

Edition published: 2011

By: Quirk Books

Goodreads description: A mysterious island. An abandoned orphanage. A strange collection of curious photographs.
A horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive.

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My rating:☽/5

Jacob’s grandad has always told him stories. But he never thought those stories were real – just figments of his grandad’s imagination to amuse his young grandson. Now, only now, when a tragedy means Jacob is left alone, does he begin to unravel the mysteries behind the stories and photographs he hasn’t seen since he was little.

I didn’t go far, just around the perimeter of the neat yard in a slow shuffle, watching the sky, clear now, a billion stars spread across it. Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize that we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries – but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.

Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children is now proudly on my list of 5 star books.

I was lucky enough to pick up this book at a bargain £2, which made me read it a lot sooner than I had expected, as it was pretty far down my TBR list! I have to say, I’m extremely glad I got my hands on this book now, instead of next year or later. it was truly beautiful.

Not only is this book intriguing, spectacularly interesting and amazingly spooky, what I loved about it most is its peculiarity.

It is different in so many ways, different from the normal teen-fiction and YA novels. And it is possibly the first dark fantasy and horror book I’ve ever loved.

I don’t know how else to describe this book. It is mind-blowing, original and all round peculiar. And actually, it was a lot better than I expected it to be. I wasn’t really sure what to think of this one, but it was astonishing. Honestly, the perfect book for me. I can’t wait for the movie!

The paragraph italicised in this review is an expert from the book, hand-picked by me. I do this for every review, but this one is special. It is possibly one of the most poetic and beautiful paragraphs I have ever come across, and I’m pretty sure I’m not going to forget it very quickly.

As you can see, I’m a little shell-shocked at just how good this book was. Stars all around, guys.

-Beth

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Review: True Confessions of Adrian Mole etc. by Sue Townsend

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Book: True Confessions of Adrian Mole etc.

By: Sue Townsend

Edition published: 1989

By: Methuen

Goodreads description: “Between the difficult ages of 16¾ and 21 and four months, Adrian Mole, diarist and intellectual, continues to confide his deepest thoughts and most moving experiences to the page. Against the background of a continuing but uneasy marriage between Mr and Mrs Mole, the young Adrian gets a job as a librarian, while LUSTING after Sharon Bott and pining for Pandora, who is studying Russian, Chinese and Serbo-Croat at Oxford. Later we find him installed at the Department of the Environment, helping to preserve the ozone layer.

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My rating: /5

A diary of Adrian Mole’s experiences from the age of 16 3/4 – 21 1/3. Adrian is an undiscovered intellectual trying to make his mark on the world. This book follows his writing, love life, poetry, work and education, and his attempts to preserve the ozone layer.

Something dead strange has happened to Christmas. It’s just not the same as it used to be when I was a kid. In fact I’ve never really got over the trauma of finding out that my parents had been lying to me annually about the existence of Santa Claus.
To be, then, at the age of eleven, Santa Claus was a bit like God, all-seeing, all-knowing, but without the lousy things that God allows to happen: earthquakes, famines, motorway crashes. I would lie in bed under the blankets (how crude the word blankets sounds today when we are all conversant with the Tog rating of continental quilts), my heart pounding and palms sweating in anticipation of the virgin Beano album.

I’m not going to say I didn’t like this book, that would be a lie. There are parts of it that I in fact loved – Sue Townsend’s sense of humor is truly spectacular – but there was the fact that this book is slightly…medicore. I mean, not a lot really happens. It’s just a diary of a teenage boy from the 1980’s.

Aside from that, I did like the writing, and the diary entries. I just wish more had happened, as I have already forgotten some of the characters and events from this book.

I have to say, although at first I found Sue Townsend’s and Margaret Thatcher’s diaries a little pointless at first, I did also enjoy these. They both have some very interesting writing and points of views. I loved Sue’s page about England, and how what we Brit’s are like. Although it’s not necessarily praising our humble little country, it was insightful and, in fact, true.

Overall, this book was pretty good. Not a favorite of mine, nor a breakthrough in writing (for me, anyway), but certainly one I enjoyed.

-Beth