Book Review: Beautiful Darkness

Beautiful Darkness

by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl

Little, Brown and Company

2011

Rating: **

Warning:  There are some minor spoilers--nothing big, and honestly I think it’s obvious, but just in case, stop after the second paragraph!

As the second in a series, I don’t have a lot of hope for later books.  Beautiful Darkness was rather difficult for me to muddle through.  We follow Ethan Wate again as his pines after Lena Duchannes, the Caster whose ultimate choice in Light or Dark will determine The Order of Things.  Now, Lena is mourning the death of her beloved uncle and pushing Ethan away as she becomes closer with her already Dark cousin Ridley, and new boy in town, John Breed.  He has to figure out a way to convince her that she still has a choice in her own life, that it’s not too late, but only if she’ll stop running from him.

Ethan spends most of this books on a quest to find Lena.  He’s following her.  He’s having visions of her and John Breed.  He’s going to save her.  He is her only hope.  Commence the eye rolling.  The amount of time spent searching and wondering about Lena could have been spent actually moving the story forward.  There were snippets of time when something truly interesting was happening, and the at the end things finally started moving, but overall, I felt like this journey to find Lena must have taken them weeks--months even.  It was dragged out so much that it felt like it took me months.

In addition to the new boy that Lena has taken up with, a new girl arrives in town--Liv, a Keeper In Training.  It gave me a little hope that maybe the book would take a twist and Ethan would find some happiness with her and just stop moping around and trying to save someone who could just make her own decision if she wasn’t such a wuss.  Liv is more interesting than Lena.  I wanted to know more about her and I didn’t understand why Ethan wouldn’t have made that decision as well.

I haven’t decided if I will read the next book in the series, Beautiful Chaos.  The only thing that would really convince to me read it is if Liv is also there.  I want more of her.  I care about her more than I care about the others, but from what it felt like at the end, I’m doubting she has much of a role--if any--in the next book.   

Book Review: The Fever

The Fever

By Megan Abbott

Publisher: Little, Brown and Company

June 2014

Stars: *

I read some really great reviews on this book and put it on my to-read list fall of last year.  It sounded great.  A story about a mysterious disease that is sweeping through a school, affecting only girls.  The hysteria caused by the unknown, and the swooning, dramatic symptoms that seemingly affect all the girls in this school, but one—the one girl who finds herself at the center of all the crazy.

The girls in this book were painted to only be weak, mindless drones, content with following the latest craze; they were all sex-starved and a little crazy. It made me uncomfortable reading it—not because they were teenagers having sex.  What made me uncomfortable with this book was that, for most of the book I felt like this was a warning tale to all girls that as soon as they have sex, they’ll go crazy, the world will go crazy around them, and it’ll be their fault.  There was that underlying vibe, even if it wasn’t intended.

So putting the negative view of girls aside, the males in book aren’t much better.  The father just seems like an idiot—when it comes to understanding girls, because girls are crazy and don’t make sense as soon as they hit puberty.  The brother was also a mess—because having sex with all those girls who just appear at his door, offering themselves up to him, has finally made him feel uncomfortable.  Girls are confusing.  We’re still focusing on how girls are confusing and, underneath it all, awful because they are girls.  Let’s be honest, it’s not girls who are confusing—it’s teenagers in general!  How can they not be confusing?  They barely understand themselves and are struggling to get a firm grip on who they are, what the world means to them, and how they fit into this world.  Heck—life in general is confusing and people are confusing.  Even though blame was at one point thrown haphazardly at the boys, the girls came out looking like terrible people--because they were girls.

All in all, I was interested in finding out what started the illness in the first place, but was disappointed in  the revelation, although it was somewhat obvious (see above: negative view of crazy teenage girls, who are terrible people because they are girls).  I had been hoping I was completely off base.  I wasn’t.  The characters for the most part are flat and unbelievable, fitting nicely into clichés that help to explain part of their characters.  The worst is the father and I found myself skimming over much of his section (which was a lot).  

I don’t recommend this book to anyone and I will not be reading anymore of Meg Abbott’s work—unless you can convince me that it’s worth it.