Hello world! I am lying on the bed twelve in the night, listening to an 8tracks playlist for PMS and typing out this post. I've been absolutely blown away by a book I just finished by Marian Keyes.
The Brightest Star in the Sky.
It was absolutely brilliant. The ending just made me go wjriwjoq. Having nothing better to do, (okay truthfully, I do have something better to do, but the sound of a clacking keyboard soothes me) I'm going to review the book.
So it starts out with the narrator telling you about each of the inhabitants of 66 Star Street. The first thing you wonder is, who is this narrator? Not a person, surely? And you think of all the possibilities (don't be surprised if you get it wrong).
So this narrator seems to want something from the characters - the characters who all have their possible significant others. People who might normally have happily ever afters if something didn't go wrong. Suddenly, it seems that some outside force has taken all the characters, chucked them in a jar and shaken it vigorously.
Shit happens.
But it's not unbelievable like, 'Tchah! This is so unrealistic, this shit never happens!' It's more like, 'Gee, poor sods and their fucked up lives, they all deserve a nice pat on the back'. So this shit keeps you frustrated and on the edge of your seat, makes you wonder who's going to win this game of boggle at the end of it all. Who ends up with whom? Who's the narrator? To quote my friend, "What is life, even?"
Haha, just you wait and see.
I like the way she addresses the problem of rape. It makes you truly, truly see the awfulness of the whole affair, makes you feel the anger and injustice of it all. Rape victims' stories are often not believed, and the whole injustice of everything makes you livid.
I love the way she ends the whole thing - it all just falls into place nicely, but in the right way. Not like how tiles sit side-by-side perfectly, or even a jigsaw puzzle fits - more like how a broken heart fits together. You can't erase the scars, but the ecstasy is in the two pieces fitting together. A less cheesy way to put itfor pessimistic old pinafores would be to simply say that one of the aforementioned tiles broke and you glued them together.
Anyway, I feel obliged to say I loved Katie and Connal right from the very beginning, and Matt and Maeve as well. Initially, I thought Jemima was a mean old nutter, but that's just based on the first few pages. I guess the first impression isn't always the best.
All hail Marian Keyes for this book. All hail Katie, Connal and Jemima for being the best ever!
P.S. I forgot to add that the book is delightfully Irish. By that, I mean that, for a change, it is not British, and even better, not American. Not that American books are bad, but that I just prefer the whole British writing, and mannerisms and stuff. I like British books and all, but change is good and all that, y'know?
European things are delightfulespecially those wonderful things they have called boys so sexy.
The Brightest Star in the Sky.
It was absolutely brilliant. The ending just made me go wjriwjoq. Having nothing better to do, (okay truthfully, I do have something better to do, but the sound of a clacking keyboard soothes me) I'm going to review the book.
So it starts out with the narrator telling you about each of the inhabitants of 66 Star Street. The first thing you wonder is, who is this narrator? Not a person, surely? And you think of all the possibilities (don't be surprised if you get it wrong).
So this narrator seems to want something from the characters - the characters who all have their possible significant others. People who might normally have happily ever afters if something didn't go wrong. Suddenly, it seems that some outside force has taken all the characters, chucked them in a jar and shaken it vigorously.
Shit happens.
But it's not unbelievable like, 'Tchah! This is so unrealistic, this shit never happens!' It's more like, 'Gee, poor sods and their fucked up lives, they all deserve a nice pat on the back'. So this shit keeps you frustrated and on the edge of your seat, makes you wonder who's going to win this game of boggle at the end of it all. Who ends up with whom? Who's the narrator? To quote my friend, "What is life, even?"
Haha, just you wait and see.
I like the way she addresses the problem of rape. It makes you truly, truly see the awfulness of the whole affair, makes you feel the anger and injustice of it all. Rape victims' stories are often not believed, and the whole injustice of everything makes you livid.
I love the way she ends the whole thing - it all just falls into place nicely, but in the right way. Not like how tiles sit side-by-side perfectly, or even a jigsaw puzzle fits - more like how a broken heart fits together. You can't erase the scars, but the ecstasy is in the two pieces fitting together. A less cheesy way to put it
Anyway, I feel obliged to say I loved Katie and Connal right from the very beginning, and Matt and Maeve as well. Initially, I thought Jemima was a mean old nutter, but that's just based on the first few pages. I guess the first impression isn't always the best.
All hail Marian Keyes for this book. All hail Katie, Connal and Jemima for being the best ever!
P.S. I forgot to add that the book is delightfully Irish. By that, I mean that, for a change, it is not British, and even better, not American. Not that American books are bad, but that I just prefer the whole British writing, and mannerisms and stuff. I like British books and all, but change is good and all that, y'know?
European things are delightful
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