I mean… it’s okay.
I’m reading this book for Barnes and Noble’s YA Book Club, which I’m in charge of at work now. (Local followers: September 13 at 7 if you’re interested. I was the only one at any of the clubs before I started working there, so I’m trying to advertise everywhere I can. Anyway.) It’s pretty average to be honest. It’s not really my genre, though, so that’s fair. The book is about two girls who get pushed together during a riot and have to overcome their differences to survive the night. That story honestly just isn’t interesting to me. I like characters I can relate to doing things I’m interested in, rather than two honestly pretty flat characters used as props to compare and contrast two different social groups. It’s been done before, and I’m just not too interested.
The Book Club has been really fun so far, though, whether I like the books or not. The ones I don’t like may even work better for a book club since I have more to say about them (See We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal).
Another reason I might not like this book: there is EXTREME culture shock coming here from The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. And that’s not even me being a book snob (I hope), going from Romantic-esque atmospheric accounts of New York antique stores to a book that was published containing the word “Yasssssss” would probably be enough to shock anyone. (Yes, I did get out the book and track down that page to count the number of s’s. You’re welcome.
I’ll probably write a Goldfinch review down the road once I have time to put together some thoughts. It was beautifully written, but damn that book was a lot. Donna Tartt could probably give my boy Henry James a run for his money (and cue literally no one laughing). So, look forward to that one later on. I’ll also probably post more of these little updates too, this is fun and it’s a good way to get a blog entry out without having to carefully construct a 1k+ word discussion. Alright, that’s all I’ve got for now. Later!