Noufel Errafii Errafii itibaren Arniya Neel, Rajasthan 304001, Hindistan
bu genel olarak çok iyi küçük kitapta şimdiye kadarki en iyi şey, al gore'un (sayfa 55'te) george bush'ın aslında çılgın bir mani sapkınlığı olduğu iddiasıdır.
Tüm Bronte kitaplarının favorisi. Bu roman zamanın çok ilerisindeydi. Yazının tüm mektuplar ve günlük kayıtları olmasını seviyorum. Çok ferahlatıcı ve düşündürücü.
Ever Bloom is alone, very alone. Her entire family has died in somewhat of a freak accident, and Ever has suddenly developed the odd ability to read minds and see people's auras -- a "gift" she definitely doesn't want. She tries to hide under baggy sweatshirts and behind blaring headphones that drown out the world around her, but finds that, despite her best attempts to dissolve into nothingness, she can't really run from life. Especially once a tall, dark, and handsome stranger shows up in her life. I can't help but think that Noël got the concept for this story's plot after reading Twilight. If you switch out immortal for vampire, the story is essentially the same. Even the unnecessary pining/obsession and weird stalker-ish behavior are there. It was almost a page-by-page equivalent (with a few plot variances here and there), except the writing was even worse, if you can believe that. And this novel is the first in a series that I imagine will continue continue in a vein quite similar to that of Twilight. I could almost forgive Noël for copying the basic formula (after all, why not emulate such a runaway bestseller) if it seemed that there were any particular originality in the plot. But it just fell so flat. One of my main problems with this story was its dependence on extremes. Ever isn't just pretty, she's gorgeous (despite her best attempts to seem invisible). Damen isn't just a hottie, he's flawless. Miles isn't just the token gay character, he's, like, totally gay. Damen hasn't just met a few famous and influential historical figures, he's met most of them. Apparently gray area was too advanced a narrative concept for Noël, who doesn't seem to trouble herself with character development but instead just lists traits as they become convenient or necessary to the plot. I will concede that a certain degree of mystery and intrigue kept me paging through this novel rather quickly -- I wanted to find out what Damen's secret was, and figure out how Noël was going to explain all the strange occurrences that seemed to propel the story -- but along the way I was disappointed again and again by the trite, shallow story and characters. Even the verb tense was sloppy, which just seemed to me the final confirmation that this story was not so much crafted as slapped together in a flimsy and haphazard manner. It's cute, but I certainly won't be recommending it to any young readers. They deserve better.
I tried so hard to get through this book--I managed the first 100-150 pages and just couldn't force myself to read any more. I'll probably try it again one of these days--maybe it picks up speed later on.