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I saw Mamma Mia! yesterday. I enjoyed it—it reminds me a bit of Enchanted, in joie de vivre and ecstatically immoderate use of color and dance—and it was fun hearing all these songs I know (although in their A*Teens versions, not ABBA, which probably lowers my coolness quotient by four or five points).
I did yelp “Don’t marry him!” at the screen at one point (Donna, the idiot, did not listen), but there were only two people in the theater besides us five and they laughed, so that’s not too embarrassing.
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And now for the book review.
Resenting the Hero really isn’t worth reading. The plot is predictable, the characters are generally thin on development—even the first person narrator, Lee. She at least ought to have some psychological depth or at least consistency, but no. Not so much.
The book’s big conflict is her dislike of her Source, Karish (they have a magic bond that enables them to tame natural disasters, which sounds like it ought to be interesting but isn’t). He has a bad reputation, she has to see past it to the upstanding young man that he is, it might have been interesting if were he not so very obviously wonderful.
Fortunately it isn’t at all necessary to read Resenting the Hero to understand The Hero Strikes Back. The plot is less predictable and the characterization, while still not good, is better, but the main draw of this book is its incredible fluff factor. It’s like a romance without the actual romance; it abounds with UST, except the oodles of unresolved and possibly sexual overtones aren’t tense.
They stroke each other’s hair, kiss each other’s foreheads, wrap arms around each other’s waists, and squeeze each other’s hands. At one point, Lee hurts her head so Karish has to stay in her room overnight; at another, Karish tells Lee all about his angsty childhood and they cuddle. They trust each other, adore each other, are all over each other, and yet never quite achieve a romantic relationship; in fact, Lee complains that everyone assumes they are sleeping together.
No, really. This book is like a really fluffy hurt/comfort fanfic.
I did yelp “Don’t marry him!” at the screen at one point (Donna, the idiot, did not listen), but there were only two people in the theater besides us five and they laughed, so that’s not too embarrassing.
***
And now for the book review.
Resenting the Hero really isn’t worth reading. The plot is predictable, the characters are generally thin on development—even the first person narrator, Lee. She at least ought to have some psychological depth or at least consistency, but no. Not so much.
The book’s big conflict is her dislike of her Source, Karish (they have a magic bond that enables them to tame natural disasters, which sounds like it ought to be interesting but isn’t). He has a bad reputation, she has to see past it to the upstanding young man that he is, it might have been interesting if were he not so very obviously wonderful.
Fortunately it isn’t at all necessary to read Resenting the Hero to understand The Hero Strikes Back. The plot is less predictable and the characterization, while still not good, is better, but the main draw of this book is its incredible fluff factor. It’s like a romance without the actual romance; it abounds with UST, except the oodles of unresolved and possibly sexual overtones aren’t tense.
They stroke each other’s hair, kiss each other’s foreheads, wrap arms around each other’s waists, and squeeze each other’s hands. At one point, Lee hurts her head so Karish has to stay in her room overnight; at another, Karish tells Lee all about his angsty childhood and they cuddle. They trust each other, adore each other, are all over each other, and yet never quite achieve a romantic relationship; in fact, Lee complains that everyone assumes they are sleeping together.
No, really. This book is like a really fluffy hurt/comfort fanfic.
