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Samiullah Khan majann — The Lovely Bones is the story of Susie Salmon, a teenager who was kidnapped, raped, and murdered on her way home from school. It is, in fact, purportedly told from Susie's point of view, but not really. The book itself is about her... quietly haunting her friends and family as they reel from loss, as they move forward in life with or without mending, as the family tries to find a new balance. I had so many problems with this book. From the two-dimensional characters with no real drive (and some fairly awful stereotypes, like the exotic foreign neighbor) to the complete lack of plot, I struggled to even finish. Though the book is supposedly from Susie's point of view, that's not entirely accurate - it's told from the point of view of all the other characters, with an occasional "oh, and there I was, hiding in the corner, conveniently privy to all their thoughts and feelings" from dead-susie. Without plot, and thus without any kind of forward motion in the book (I seriously even hesitate to call the book a 'story', since it honestly wasn't), characters seem to wander aimlessly without direction over the course of more than ten years. Things change, yes - but that change doesn't really mean anything to the reader. And when the characters are so flat, so... gray, who cares if they change anyways? This also means that there's no build up, no tension as we draw close to the Big Moment - and honestly, the big moments toward the end of the book don't really seem to have all that much of an impact on anyone, character or reader. If you were to read about these final events written in short sentences on note cards, you would go "holy cow! Can't wait to get to that part!" But... once you do, you kind of wonder if maybe you skipped over something. I know there are folks out there who enjoyed this book. To each their own. There were moments when I enjoyed the prose, but not many... and the concept itself is interesting, though the execution was far from. That's about the best I can say.

Krystyna Ziach krystynaziach — This weighty paperback contains the traumas & triumphs of three generations throughout the 19th century. Originally published in the 1950s, the prose is that of a vintage bodice-ripper. I'm sure it was considered torrid female reading back in the day, though by today's standards -- or even the 1970s -- the violence & sex is veiled in description. But there's certainly no shortage of sensational elements in each section, so I wouldn't call it "clean." Book 1 (circa 1800) opens with young Fauna discovered in the below-deck carnage of an African slave trader. A slave-peddler immediately recognizes her cash value (he knows a white-skinned, golden-haired quadroon will fetch big bucks in the world of overindulged nobility), & he sells her to a clueless (though not unkind) master, whose bitchy wife abuses Fauna for several years. Our teenaged heroine finally manages to escape, begging protection from a young rake named Harry. They fall in love, of course...but disaster tosses Fauna back to the selling block & nearly kills Harry in the process. Meanwhile, Fauna is purchased by a bored nobleman known as The Satyr, who for reasons of his own agrees to help her take revenge. He carefully educates her in the arts of learning & etiquette, molding her into his idea of perfection. But as she begins to triumph over her enemies (including Harry), Fauna has second thoughts & must decide which man is her true benefactor. Book 2 (circa 1840) is the story of Fauna'a daughter Fleur. Unlike the first installment, this one has somewhat gothic flavors of innocence in constant peril & isolated misery in a sprawling estate. It's a relatively simple story in terms of plot. Taking advantage of Fleur's unprotected social status, the vile villain St Cheviot rapes our young heroine & forces her to become his wife. Fleur's marriage is hellacious -- but it becomes moreso when she gives birth to a throwback dark-skinned child, courtesy of her unknown strain of black blood. As you'd imagine, that goes over like a lead balloon. The child dies moments after birth, but Fleur is kept prisoner by her nasty husband & evil housekeeper until the long-suffering beta-hero champion attempts to set her free. (This was my favorite of the three generations.) Book 3 (circa 1870) switches to an orphan named Charlotte. This particular section is somewhat reminiscent of Victorian sensation novels in that Charlotte, the sweet-and-beautiful (but not terribly bright) ward of a rich lady, is seduced by Vivian, the lady's randy young son. Charlotte becomes pregnant & her benefactor forces Vivian to reap the fruits of his seduction -- that is, to marry the poor girl. What the well-intentioned lady doesn't realize is that this is a Really Bad Idea. Charlotte & Vivian's marriage is pure hell by any standards, & the heroine's rescue is nothing better than an accidentally merciful murder. Overall, this is a book where good characters are GOOD & bad characters are BAD. There's little gray area for anyone; Fauna herself is the lone character that might be classified as straddling the border between light & dark. That doesn't mean they're flat characters, though, at least in the first two books. Each person has reasons for doing what they do, & the narrative explores them all. Even St Cheviot -- a douche by anyone's standards -- had moments of enlightenment that endear him to the reader (at least in a twisted "I <3 to hate you" kind of way). But in the last section, we're not treated to the same depth of character. Instead we spend pages & pages watching Charlotte fall for the same crapola from her wanky husband, then wailing & moaning when her life sucks -- after allowing her benefactor to make such a dumb decision & force the marriage to begin with. Whereas Fauna had the gumption to flee her shackles & Fleur maintained her icy pride no matter what St Cheviot dragged her though, Charlotte is a wuss. She cries. She begs. She stupidly believes the possibility of reconciliation time after time, then is repeatedly disappointed. If she'd had the courage to demand raising the child as a bastard (with appropriate recompense, of course), she'd not have lived such a miserable life. But she refuses to admit that until the end, so her angst is constant & unrelenting. Needless to say, this is very frustrating. Alas, compensations are few; we spend few pages with Dominic, who's little better than a bland cipher, & there's not even a token attempt to make Vivian anything more than an insane OTT villain. (At one point he actually shows up with a mustache, a gun, & a monocle. I LOL'd.) As you can tell, I didn't particularly enjoy the third section. By that point the patterns in DR's plotting had became somewhat evident, & until Fleur appears (this time as an elder society matron) I wasn't sure why it was included. Despite these annoyances, my brain might not have shifted into Speed-Reading Mode if I hadn't already enjoyed 550+ pages of innocent girls being shat upon to the limit of their sanity, then miraculously saved at the last possible minute by Goodness & Light. Having three separate generations worth of misery lumped into one tome was emotionally draining to this poor reader, especially combined with Vivian's loony-tunes villainy. The last 150 pages were especially difficult to slog through, & I can honestly say I didn't like anyone except Fleur, her husband, & Gertrude the maid. That said, the first two stories are very good, especially if you like pulled-from-the-fire HEAs. But if you must read the third installment for a sense of completion, take my advice -- do not read them straight through. Take a break between parts 2 & 3. Trust me. It will help cleanse your brain & prepare for the psychotic onslaught. (But honestly? I'd recommend skipping Book 3 entirely.) Averaged to 4 stars. (Book 1: 4 stars. Book 2: 5 stars. Book 3: 3 stars.) N.B.: This was a buddy read with fellow vintage romance fangirl Karla. Her review is here, with similar reactions (plus Buster Keaton picspam).

César Juma cesarjuma — "Feel the Heat is an anthology of three scorching tales of women embracing their own pleasure and pursuing their desires." Well if this tid bit doesnt have you fired up yet. Read Victorias full review on NRR http://www.nocturnereads.com/Feel-the...