
A few days ago I started to read
A Great And Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray. From all the great reviews and the really well-done synopsis, I thought this book was going to be good - really good.
But it wasn't.
The story takes place in the turn-of-the-century 18/19 hundreds. It seems to me that the book should have taken place in a different time, maybe around the middle of the 18 hundreds instead because they didn't seem to act at all what I think my great-great grandparents would - but hey, I hardly know anything about those times, so I may be wrong). But in this time, in England, the world is filled with icky pompous (and yes, they are pompous) men and humble, dainty, faint-hearted women, all of which, seem to be speaking a wierd mixture of modern-day English with some olden stuff you can find on Wikipedia. Their thoughts, however, are totally modern.)
This book does not sound like the type of book girls would like, right? (Well, at least not me).
I thought it was going to be about how Gemma, the wierdly-named main character, overcomes all this and leads the world into a better state of mind about women (and ends up killing all those disgusting men).
But that didn't happen. Instead,
A Great And Terrible Beauty was exactly that, except without the great. A Terrible Beauty. Filled with vain, dimwitted girls and arrogant, deserves-to-die men. The girls can't stop talking about how pretty they look (along with the whole gossiping thing... they are Queens of gossip) and how they wish to find Prince Charming (who, most likely, they dream to be the type of guy who orders them around like slaves) and how their favourite dress has a stain in it.
Oh no! Those girls make me
sick. They are a
disgrace to the female race.
But who would've thought the book would be that bad? I mean, the back cover is amazingly interesting and good... the beginning starts out the same (ish) but then... then you meet Pippy and Felicity and Ann, all obsessed about their 50-year-old husbands and how beautiful they are (Insert scream here).
And as for the magic? Ooohh.. how
delightful! The magic, which was supposed to seem dark and dangerous comes out as a perfect little paradise which, of course, the girls get into trouble for trying to take back.
Yes, they try to take the magic from Paradise and make their lives perfect. Perfect looks, perfect French... for a disgusting moment in the book, they are perfect. Eww.
No one wants to read a book about perfect people,
especially not me. And I mean, seriously, did Libba Bray (the author) actually think she could get away with a simple
Adam and Eve story? Oh, don't steal from the perfect world - you'll have to stay!
Wow. Nearing the end of the book, I found myself skipping pages until I found the only character I liked (who now, was so
impressive that I forget his name). Suprisingly, my favourite character was the only one she based off a real person.
I'm sorry if you love this book or I came off a little harsh, but I needed to vent my frusteration. I read this entire book, two days wasted, and now I'm left with a disgusting feeling (oh, did I mention her
extremely mature dreams? (Which luckily I was able to skip with only minor scarring) but now I feel.. well... betrayed. All those kind words and good reviews and suggestions to read this book from friends.. and now I'm left with no amazingly good story of rebellation against the
vile system of the somewhere-around 1800's, but a tale of 4 vain girls in their very vain lives, complaining how none of them are beautiful enough.
I feel like I've been tricked, and it's not a good feeling.
But hey, if a story of vain girls and pretty, non-dark magic makes you smile, go out and get
A Great And Terrible Beauty. Maybe it'll be just what your looking for.
But it wasn't at all what I was looking for. No, now I'm going to get out a nice book with girls who aren't afraid to show their wrists and don't care about how their facial expression is when they stab their enemy (which, in
A Great And Terrible Beauty, never happens because there doesnt seems to be much in the way of enemies - besides a few "friends" who gossip rude things. Oh my!) Maybe I'll read
The Hunger Games - that's a nice, dark book with plenty of killing. Definately my type
de livre.
All-in-all, I, Sarah, dislike this book MORE than Twilight.
And that's saying something.