Thursday, 11 September 2014

BOOK REVIEW: JELLICOE ROAD, MELINA MARCHETTA.





I am one of those people who think that each book has its moment. And Jellicoe Road arrived at a moment when I needed it. I needed this book and I'm not the same since I've finished it. There are all kinds of books. There are books that make you laugh, mourn and sigh. There are books that make you feel happy, sad, angry or upset. There are other very special to make you think and reflect. And finally, there are other very very special books that stir your inside and change your life. Jellicoe Road belongs to the latter group (speaking from my own experience and knowing myself).

I have such a weird feeling. I do not know how I feel. This was the first thing I wrote after reading Jellicoe Road on Goodreads. I had mixed feelings at that time (and even I still have them). Jellicoe Road is a special book. The story is special. Melina Marchetta's style is special. The characters are special. The message is special. Everything is special. 
“It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.”
I can hardly write this review because I do not know how to make you get the message "read this book" because seriously it worth it. Maybe you do not like it as much as me. Maybe you do not get as much as me. Maybe you do not cry as much as I did. Maybe yes, maybe not. What I can assure you is that this book will not leave you indifferent and you will be thinking about it days after finishing it. It's that kind of book.
“But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes... and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.” 
I'm not going to talk about the characters or the plot. The less you know about it, the more you will be amazed and marvel over. To be honest, the beginning is very confusing and because of this confusion maybe you do not want to continue reading. Please, read on. It is a reading in which you must be very attentive to details. This book is made piece by piece to finally fit into a beautiful and perfect puzzle. Do not be fooled by his cheerful cover, its pages contain a darker story than it seems.

Melina Marchetta's style is not comparable to another one. Her style is beautiful, pure, poetic, flawless and she writes for searching the deepest parts of each person to destroy them. Without any doubts I will read more books by Melina Marchetta, I'm looking forward to read Finnickin of the Rock because of its excellent critics.

Jellicoe Road does not belong to a specific genre, it has a special category inside of us. With this book I remember the phrase "two persons ever read the same book" because nobody is going to read the book in the same way I have done it and that makes this one very special book. Always. I would recomend it, maybe it surprises you as much as me.

Friday, 5 September 2014

BOOK REVIEW: POISON PRINCESS, KRESLEY COLE.



With an iced tea and Taylor Swift sounding I write this great review. Advice: This is one of the best books I've read so far this year. I began without any expectations and I was a bit boring in the first few pages, but I finished this book leading me hands to my head and thinking, "Oh my God, this can not be happening!"

Poisson Princess has been the biggest surprise this year because I did not expect that I liked so much. It has made me suffering, sighing, laughing, biting my nails and wanting to mourn. When I read the synopsis I thought "Oh no, another post-apocalyptic book", but oh, guys, this book is not another more. Poisson Princess is different because of the incredible atmosphere created by Kresley Cole. I recognize that the first 60 pages are the most boring because we entered into Evie's life, into her daily home and class, telling a story of a seemingly normal American girl. How foolish I was, actually, Evie is not normal, she undergoes a series of visions without knowing exactly what they mean. 

The most interesting part begins when it takes place The Flash and the story turns 360 degrees. The oceans, seas and lakes have evaporated and the scarcity of food begins to create clashes between the survivors themselves. Evie, survives with her mother and the story returns to take another twist when Jack Devenaux appears with his irresistible Cajun dialect () and his inseparable bottle of whisky. The sexual tension between Jack and Evie has delighted me and I sighed and sighed because of them. I did not want to stop reading. Jack Deveneaux is bad, under his attitude there is no a lovely and understanding guy, he's really bad and I love it (Bye, bye clichès!).
“If you touch me like that again, Evangeline,” he began in a husky tone, dropping to his seat once more, “in the space of a heartbeat, I will have you off this bike and onto the closest horizontal surface. And I woan be picky, no.” 
Oh, I almost forgot it! The beginning can be a little confusing, but I'm going to put you in situation. The prologue and the final chapters are narrated from the point of view of Arthur who deceives Evie to get fire and food if she tells him her story. However, Arthur is a psychopath who experiences with his victims in the basement of the same house. What will happen about Evie? Arthur will get achieve your goal? You'll have to read Poisson Princess to find out. 

Kresley Cole's style is impeccable, she shows maturity and she knows how to chain every word. Maybe there is a little negative detail, in my case, English is not my first language, and Kresley Cole loves use complex synonyms, but once I read many pages there is no problem. Now, the final. The last pages were so good. So epic. I was hyperventilating and saying "Oh my god, Oh my god, I can't believe it! This is so good!" I can't wait to read the second book! Really, I need it RIGHT NOW.


Do yourself a favor and read Poison Princess. If you want to know what it is to suffer and be hooked to a book read Poison Princess. You'll find one of the best best untold stories you've read in a long time.