Showing posts with label By The Time You Read This. Show all posts
Showing posts with label By The Time You Read This. Show all posts

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Entangled

I have no readers for this offshoot of my blog. I kinda like that. I think I ramble and go off on a tangent without concluding my original point too much anyway.

So, I've been reading a lot. I haven't been on my computer so much. Most of what I've read has been teen stuff, chic lit. I'll probably write about some of those books later.

Entangled is the lastest book I've read, and therefore the freshest in my mind, and therefore the book I'll be talking about.

I seem to read a few books like Entangled. Like, By The Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead was in a similar vein. Some moments in the House of Night series.

It's about this girl who cuts. And at the start of the novel, she does it while trying to kill herself, then meets this entity called Ethan and somehow lands in this white room (which makes me think, maybe I should check out that book Rooms, supposed to be good and in the same vein) and all there is in the room is a bed, a desk, a chair, pens and paper. And she writes what led her to the point of waking in this room. I could kinda tell where it was heading early on, but the characters are so well written that you get suckered in anyway. Grace, the lead character, her voice is really strong. I wish I could write Lambrini a bit more like that, but she's got to get her head together first, really.

It ends with her starting to come around in hospital, and the ending had me crying, the way her mother talked to her at the end, and her sort-of friend. Less her best friend and boyfriend (they were the cause of her trying to kill herself in the first place). I like the author, Cat Clarke, I'd read her stuff again.

Monday, 20 September 2010

By The Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead

I saw this in my local waterstones for a while before I caved and bought it.

It's about this girl, Daelyn, who was fat in her youth and therefore bullied, to the point where she keeps attempting to commit suicide. She's slit her wrists, drank bleach and amonia (and therefore collapsed her trachea and damaged her vocal chords. For most of the book, she's mute) ... and she's still planning it. She's online all the time, despite her dad having a port into her computer. She finds this website called through the light which helps her plan her suicide, but her dad can't view the page too. I don't remember how they talked around that one, but hmmmm. Anywho, she sits at this bench every day and reads books while waiting for her parents to pick her up from school/planning her next attempt, and she starts talking to this guy called Santana, who it turns out suffers from Hodgkins Lymphoma (cancer of the lymph system, ie your glands) and she's fighting to die while he's fighting to live.

It's such a good book for the most part, Julie Anne Peters (the author) gets the tone spot on, informative without condescending or sounding like she's ticking boxes from a suicide pamphlet (hello, Ann M Martin) and you can empathise with characters and as the book carries on you start to see Daelyn have one or two doubts - especially when Santana shows her his video diary of his fight against HL. But then she ends the book with 'and I walked into the light' - she doesn't say if Daelyn changes her mind or not. I'm not morbid, that's a cop out. That's like saying 'it was all a dream'. I think she meant it to be a talking point - which way did you see Daelyn leaning to at the end of the book, blahblahblah ... but geez, the point of writing is to have some real point of conclusion. That book was like waiting for a chocolate cake for weeks to find out it was stale, or bad KFC. The expectation carries the entire way through the process but the end makes you feel frustrated. I would've liked to see a conclusion where either Santana and his family help Daelyn's family cope with their loss, or else a conclusion where Daelyn stays and tries to open up, slowly, to Santana. I mean, neither of those are a huge stretch of the imagination, since both were effectively happening throughout the book. Plus, her suicide method sounds dodgy - she has a neck brace she stops wearing by day 6, yet she expects to be able to lift a cinderblock onto herself while she drowns in the bath. I don't think so, the strain of the neck, back and arm muscles alone would make her give up before she lifted it. So would she rethink and invent a new way of killing herself, or would she give Santana a chance? Or would she manage it and then Santana pass from the cancer and they spend their time in the afterlife together?

I know I'm doing whatJulie Anne Peters wants. But I want to be sure, I hate speculation.