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Thanks so much, Express Reviews Summary:
When Ava Nickerson was a child, her mother jokingly betrothed her to a friend's son, and the contract the parents made has stayed safely buried for years. Now that still-single Ava is closing in on thirty, no one even remembers she was once "engaged" to the Markowitz boy. But when their mother is diagnosed with cancer, Ava's prodigal little sister Lauren comes home to Los Angeles where she stumbles across the decades-old document. Frustrated and embarrassed by Ava's constant lectures about financial responsibility (all because she's in a little debt. Okay, a lot of debt), Lauren decides to do some sisterly interfering of her own and tracks down her sister's childhood fiancé. When she finds him, the highly inappropriate, twice-divorced, but incredibly charming Russell Markowitz is all too happy to re-enter the Nickerson sisters' lives, and always-accountable Ava is forced to consider just how binding a contract really is . . . (Creds to Goodreads) Rating: 1/5 So I would like to start this off by saying I was really excited for this book. I had read Claire LaZebnik's "Epic Fail" and thoroughly enjoyed it, but this book was a colossal let down. I absolutely hated the character development in the book. Claire attempted to humorously play around with the stereotype that in each pair of sisters one is smart and the other is dumb, but her attempt was a little sad. First of all she made Lauren (the pretty one) so stupid she made me lose faith in humanity. It felt like Claire threw all the anti-feminist stereotypes into one package and wrapped it in a bow when creating Lauren's character. Don't believe me? Lauren is a shopaholic who's only passion in life is her clothes and makeup and relies on men for everything. As a women I was offended to even read this book. The next character she heavily stereotyped was Eva, who's the smart one. Eva is treated as though she looks like a troll. If this family was real, and not a work of fiction, Eva would need therapy for all the shit her family gives her. Look don't get me wrong I love Claire LaZebnik, and you should definitely read some of her other books, but I was truly disgusted by her insinutation that all smart girls are ugly and that all pretty girls are dumb. Yes she did make an attempt to show that personality is important and we shouldn't be shallow, but she did so in such a way that it was offensive to women in general. The characters in this book are so unrealistic it's genuinely painful to read. When the mom gets diagnosed with cancer the daughters number one priority is getting married or sleeping with as many men as they possibly could (looking at you Lauren). In general all the characters were shallow and pathetic. The whole moral of the book is so sexist I am genuinely appalled by it. The moral of the book is: A girl will only be respected and loved if she dresses well and is a size six or smaller. It's offensive and stupid. Claire spends the entire book classifying Eva as a strong-independent women, but then at the end makes her change herself just so a guy will like her back. Slow clap for you Claire LaZebnik. Grease is a great movie but let's be honest the morals as the end of it were complete crap. Here's an idea, just because Grease does it doesn't mean you should too. This book was crammed with so many cliche's I can bet there was at least one cliche a page. Don't believe me ok, There is the boy next door cliche, the sisters who are total opposites cliche, the something significant in my life that forces me to move back home cliche, the one broke sister cliche, the girl who just wants to do her own thing cliche, the makeover cliche. (you get my point) Just so I don't come off as totally rude and obnoxious I would like to talk about some things Claire LaZebnik did right. Claire LaZebnik has always had a great writing skill. I fell in love with her reading "Epic Fail" because of her amazing characters and sweet story-line. And her writing ability was clearly apparent in this book. I like her humor, it makes me laugh and is full of wit, so good job on that Claire. It is evident that Claire LaZebnik can certainly write, but maybe she shouldn't have written this book. (Please do read Epic Fail though, it's amazing) Being depressed isn't a choice. It's something I have had to deal with. Some days I find it difficult to get out of bed. It's not funny to joke about it or talk about how pathetic we are for feeling this way, it happens to the best of us. It's not funny to compare yourself to us, being sad for one day isn't depression, it is just an off day. It's not funny to mock someone for the way they feel, we wish we didn't feel this way. It's not funny to make jokes about suicide when some people are actually contemplating it. It's not funny to make fun of cutting when the kid next to you has slits all over his wrist. It's not funny to compare depression to being dramatic, it's a mental illness. So I have something to say to all the people who think depression is just a joke, you're. not. funny.
Kat Archabeau Hey Guys!
Long time no see! So recently I have been going through a lot of anxiety, which is why I have been away for so long. So i wanted to share some thoughts from me, my friends, and others on their input on mental health. So this week i will be featuring poems, anecdotes, or people's songs about mental health. Please try and be supportive since this is the first time a lot of people are sharing. Thanks :) To start us off here is a two poems from Arlington, TX Heart Thumping, Hands Sweating, I scream into the sea of people, drowning in their mocking laughter. Looking, searching for a way out, but I am pulled back in. I scream again, waiting for someone to notice I froze, motionless. Suspended in time, with nowhere to go. I scream, but it is pointless, I am left behind, gasping for air. |
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