Saturday, April 11, 2020

The Daughters of Temperance Hobbs

 by Katherine Howe
March 29-April 6, 2020

The Daughters of Temperance Hobbs (The Physick Book, #2)I remember liking the Physick Book. A lot. Because I love witches and magic. Howe really impressed me with her crafting of the story. And while I remember the general gist of the story, the details are long forgotten. 10 years later, we have a continuation to the story. It probably would have been helpful to get reacquainted with the Physick Book first, but perhaps a better solution would have been to not wait 10 years for a follow-up. That's simply self-indulgent and gratuitous.

This time around, I am considerably less impressed. The repeat characters were hollow and lacked any depth. The fringe characters were pointless. I just didn't find Connie and Sam's relationship to be believable, passionate or event truthful. Connie, who now is in her early 30s, is extremely immature and behaves like someone barely in college. The dialogue had a much younger audience in mind (I know, right?!). There was entirely too much focus on Connie's attempt at tenure and she's always grading papers and ....blah...I'm here for the witches.

There was just no real mystery or drama to support this story. The family "curse" is revealed, with very few oohs and ahhs. It felt vaguely familiar to its predecessor, without any of the intrigue. What I did like, however, was keeping track of the generations of witches in the family, dating back to the late 1600s.
Deliverance   Mercy   Prudence   Patience   Temperance   Faith   Verity   Chastity   Charity
I really wish there would have been more focus on the past witches than the current ho-hum one. And don't get me started on the names of the newest witches, born at the end of this book, again with very little fanfare.

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Sunday, March 29, 2020

Mostly Dead Things

by Kristen Arnett
March 20-29, 2020

Well, now I'm mostly dead. The biggest emotion this book evoked was rage. Some would view that as an accomplishment, but that certainly isn't my intention. I feel like I hate-read the entire novel, hoping that just maybe it would redeem itself. The author even took it upon herself to deliver the CliffsNotes version not even halfway through, just in case anyone needed a little push.
  "There was my mother, with her sudden deviation from anything I’d ever known or expected from her. My father had killed himself in a place where he knew I’d find him, leaving me a note that said it was my responsibility to take care of the things he wasn’t strong enough to handle. The only woman I’d ever cared for I’d shared with my brother, a person I simultaneously loved and hated for it." 
And still, I couldn't have cared less. Every single character was so shallow and unlikable that I struggled to focus, skimming many of the repetitive sentences. The author chose to describe people by their zits and scabs, rather than with any real emotion. The narrator was so hollow it was a wonder she was still breathing.

These characters aren’t simply unlikable. They are all horrible people who actually commit horrific crimes and suffer no consequences. I can’t image one person who would enjoy reading about the illegal killing of animals; while these acts barely got a modicum of reaction. The final chapter attempted to “make this OK” and was completely outrageous, ludicrous.

Atmospherically, everything was dirty and gross. Each scene took on some type of heavy, overused descriptive, becoming so frequent that I was more focused on the miasma than the moment itself. A long-awaited, soul-baring moment between brother and sister was ruined with disgusting details. A tender scene with two people finally declaring love (in and of itself unbelievable because no character depth was ever established) was spoiled when one licked bug parts of the other's palm. My face was in a constant grimace. Not my form of entertainment.

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