There’s a good chance that I’m going to die soon.
Okay, so it’s not that serious. I just have a cold, but it is an ornery one! After I got sent home from work today–sweating and hacking are not conducive to a productive workplace, apparently–I decided to flop on the couch, let my body rest, and finish A Million Suns, Beth Revis’s sequel to Across the Universe.
First off, let me rave about how diggety dope it is to get a regular old sci-fi story that’s written for a YA audience. It seems like every single YA sci-fi book out right now is an 80,000 word bummer fest about how the world totally sucks after the downfall of civilization. I’m crossing all my appendages and hoping that this year we’ll see more books like this.
Now to the book! There were a few major things that I couldn’t get down with–the kind that drag my disbelief down in deafening crash. The biggest gripe first: why did it seem like every single person on the whole frexing ship could easily gain access to the most sensitive sections onboard? Every time Amy was on the cryo level she seemed to be running into Orion’s creepy stalker/special lady. How does that happen? That chick was nuts, right? So why not restrict her access to the people Orion was so desperate to kill in the first book? Then there was the whole drama bomb of Amy withholding information from Elder about that psycho Luther, even after they found the dead girl in the field who’d obviously fallen victim to him. What the heezy was that sheezy? I understand that Amy is wicked traumatized by the whole event from book one but when Luther is going all psycho on the Feeders why doesn’t she fill Elder in on it until the book is almost over? I mean, she mentions a bunch of times that she knows Luther is evil as all get-out. She even gets the chuztpa to threaten his life! So why not fill her star-crossed lover in on the seriously relevant information about a serial rapist on the loose?
Some nuts and bolts stuff wore on me as well. Revis’s…overuse…of…ellipses…got super old, super quick. Seeing too many ellipses is annoying as it tends to yank me out of the story. I understand that the characters are conflicted–or maybe having a hard time completing full thoughts?–but there has got to be a better way of expressing it besides dumping trios of periods on every page.
So for me, Beth Revis’s new book inspires nothing little more than a, “meh,” albeit a positive one. I thought the book was pretty decent as far as the story went–good pacing, great suspense, witty dialogue–but the above gripes were more irritating than an Indian burn.
Ok, so enough talking about A Million Suns, and more talking about my new followers! I want to say thanks to SMS DesiRe and Mutterings and St-Stutterings for following my blog. Mutterings and St-Stutterings is a mother-effing HIGH-larious (read that word in your best Jayne Cobb voice) blog that is pretty much about nothing at all. Imagine an episode of Seinfeld but in blog form and you’ll get what I mean.
That’s it, everybody. Girl Scout cookie season started in western Washington today so I’m off to shovel a box of Samoas down my throat. They say, “Feed the Cold,” right? So that’s what I’m going to do–feed that slippery bastard until he can’t button his pants. That’ll show him.
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