Buckle up, there are 3 book reviews today!
Where to begin, where to begin...There must be a reason people always start with the bad news, so I guess I will also. Here is the bad book:
Rating: 5
This could have been so good. The idea is fascinating. I love Julia Child, and the idea of making every recipe from Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking Volume One is exciting!
When Julie focuses on the buying of ingredients, cooking, and Julia Child, her memoir of this year of her life is snappy, interesting, and enjoyable. Her anecdotes about getting marrow from a real bone, boiling lobsters, and her witty insights on Julia Child's recipes are amusing. When she focuses on her extremely immature and annoying friends' stupid lives/loves, her own immature selfish thoughts/behaviors, her crappy apartment, and her boring job the book is absolutely unbearable. Unfortunately, she focuses on the latter about 75% of the time. Skip this one and pick up Julia Child's memoir
My Life in France instead. It's so much better.
Things can only get better from here. Moving on to the slightly interesting...
Rating: 6
I liked See's
Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, so I really looked forward to this novel. The best thing going for it, also present in Snow Flower, is the way the small daily details and beliefs of 17
th century China are woven into the story. I love historical fiction for this reason. When done well, and this one is done well, distant times and cultures come alive and unfold before the reader. The drawback here was that the plot was slightly contrived and did not pull me in very strongly. I was intrigued, amused, but never really connected to the characters. I think part of the reason I could not connect is because the story was so obviously unreal. A main portion of the book involved the active ghosts of dead characters. I am all for books that suspend reality and draw the reader into an alternate universe (as we'll see in my next book review). But in this case, I found it too whimsical and too foreign. It's not a bad read. But I don't think it would appeal to most people.
And finally, the good. I've been dying to get to this because it's really, really good.
Rating: 9
Wow. I love
Zusak. I loved
The Book Thief. If you only read one book this year, make it The Book Thief. I Am the Messenger is similar to it in that his clever, unusual, striking writing style is present as ever. I really have never encountered a voice quite like his. It captures me completely. I find it moving, funny, compelling, original, and frankly...almost perfect. He overdoes it every once and while- but I can forgive him almost anything because it's so infrequent and because his books are so original. Reading one of his novels, for me, is like opening a Christmas gift to find a unique item that I would have never thought to ask for, but is the exact perfect thing.
When I read his books, this one in particular, I sometimes wonder how he is going to proceed without the whole thing derailing into something dumb, sappy, or ridiculous. I am always mad at myself for doubting, even for a second, because he always takes it in just the right direction. This book is about Ed, a 20 year old do-nothing that suddenly begins to get anonymous messages on playing cards. The messages are very vague, but require him to interact in the lives of people around him. He is never completely sure what his "mission" is in each case, but he eventually figures out what needs to be done. I could barely put the book down. And yes, the ending, especially, suspends belief but it does it in the absolute best way to wrap up the book.