1/5 – DNF at 75%
1/5 – DNF at 75%
CW: child neglect, parental abandonment, and cultic behavior
1/5 – DNF at 38%
CW: Nazis, concentration camps, death, and very shitty characters doing shitty things
This was a wonderful buddy read with Melanie!
CW: divorce, abandonment, alcoholism, miscarrying, friendships growing apart, and character deaths
CW: wartime violence, parental death, and mentions of radical groups
TW: child sexual assault and mentions of homophobia and racism
First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
Caidyn will be in blue.
Chantel will be in purple.
“A health to the bride!” Sir John Seymour smiled and raised his goblet as the company echoed his toast.
Jane sipped her wine, watching as her new sister-in-law blushed prettily. Edward seemed besotted with his new wife. At seventeen, Cathrine was a very comely girl, a year younger than he. Jane had been surprised at how practiced she was at the art of coquetry, and how warmly the men were looking at her. Even Father seemed to be under her spell.
I would have kept going but holy shit that was mindnumbing. And, it went on in that same vein. So, obviously not a great start to the book, but it’s interesting me because, well, it’s Tudor!
And it’s a relatively recent release.
If you’ve stuck around this blog long enough, you know that Weir and I have an iffy relationship. The past two books I’ve read by her, I’ve hated. So, this book is one of those that I’m a little worried about. I want to like it, but I have a feeling that something bad could happen with this book.
Also, it got a bit better after that opener. At least for me.
That spring, rain fell in great sweeping gusts that rattled the rooftops. Water found its way into the smallest cracks and undermined the sturdiest foundations. Chunks of land that had been steady for generations fell like slag heaps on the roads below, taking houses and cards and swimming pools down with them. Trees fell over, crashed into power lines; electricity was lost. Rivers flooded their banks, washed across yards, ruined homes. People who loved each other snapped and fights erupted as the water rose and the rain continued.
Welcome back to Chantel picks a book she wants to read but will not actually start reading it.
Seriously though, I have no idea why I continue to be haunted by a reading slump. My TBR is very large (not nearly as large as Caidyn’s) and there are so many books I want to read. So many books and I’m sad that my brain isn’t into it.
However, I present another book that I would love to read and I want to share it with you all.
The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah
I think everyone knows about our love of Book of the Month, and if not you should follow us on Instagram @bwreviewsblog. That was smooth wasn’t it? Anyway, this was a book I got as an add-on because it sounded incredibly interesting to me. Honestly, the first paragraph of this book is gripping and I already love the writing. I’m eager to see if I still enjoy the book.
That is if I ever get around to reading it.
What do you think of the two books we chose? Would you read them?
Thanks to Netgalley for giving me this ARC in exchange for an honest review. This did not influence my rating.
DNF at 57% – 2/5
I’m starting off with this: It’s not a bad book. I’m sure I would have given it two stars if I read it to the end. But, it was just a not for me book.
The focus was on a divorced couple. The wife, Karina, is a natural caretaker. The husband, Richard, is a world-renowned piano player (who is also an ass). Richard gets diagnosed with ALS. They have a lot of bad blood between them. He’s losing his ability to do what he loves, just as she’s failing to become her own person after a divorce.
And that’s it. I got over 50% into the book and that’s all that happened. Things happened between them in the past that caused their feelings, but it was only hinted at. Nothing was discussed.
While this is written beautifully — both the lyrical prose about their relationship and the frank picture of what’s happening to Richard — but it was boring. I got bored of reading the same sentences structured in different ways.
It just didn’t work for me.