January 11, 2011
(Not a great quote, but I read it yesterday and it’s worth sharing.)
“She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean” – Harry, The Dead-Tossed Waves.
The Dead-Tossed Waves by Carrie Ryan
Delacorte Press, 2010. ISBN: 978-0-385-73684-8
November 18, 2010
About an hour ago, I finished reading The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan. I will have more to say about this book in the near future, but for the moment here’s a quick teaser …
I dislike the narrator.
The protagonist, Mary, is also our narrator. And she’s an unredeemed narcissist. She doesn’t care a whit for anyone else at all, and even when she says such things as “I love you” in moments that are apparently supposed to be touching as people die for her, the rest of her thoughts are about how she’s suffering because of these sacrifices that people are making. Not a thought about how they might be suffering.
Her near-complete disinterest in the well-being of any other human being bothers me. Her contempt for humanity makes her little better than the zombies (called Unconsecrated) that plague the world.
There. End of rant. Review later.
November 17, 2010
As is my habit, that would be at least two books. It sort of depends on how you count them.
The book club at my local library is reading The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan, and I’m also reading The Prince in Waiting by John Christopher, the first of the Sword of the Spirits trilogy.
I’m about 100 pages into Forest, and so far I genuinely dislike the protagonist. Especially given that this book is narrated in the first-person, this might become a problem. On the other hand, the story seems interesting, and there’s always the chance that she’ll be eaten, so I’m not about to give up.
Did I say “eaten”? I meant “reformed.” Really, I did. You know how those typos are.
After this, I think I need to read Dickens. It’s been a long time, and Hard Times is practically calling out to me. Everyone should read more Dickens, anyway.