After finishing The Book Thief, I began reading this monstrosity known as The Second World War by Antony Beevor. That took me about ten days to read, to where I came to the following conclusion:
The Second World War by Antony Beevor gave me a comprehensive overview on WWII from the European and the Pacific theatres, both of which demonstrated complex and convoluted events where leaders backstabbed and mistrusted each other. Not to mention the rape. God. Rape happening with both Allies and Axis soldiers. It’s like, really? I know the soldiers suffered and all, but it’s bloody ridiculous. Aside from that, I enjoyed reading about Winston Churchill and his relationships with the other leaders, Joseph Stalin and his generals that developed rivalry with each other, Adolf Hitler and his thousands of cronies who I could never keep track of (Himmler, Goring, and whoever? Don’t ask me who did what.), and Franklin Roosevelt and his military officials. Oh, and I learned a lot more about the Holocaust. And Patton. He rocks. That is all.
After finishing that 850+ page book, I decided to continue on with my backlog, of which I am devouring YA novels. Over the weekends, I read three and started on a fourth. I read:
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. It was a good read. I admit, I read it with wariness because I wasn’t sure if it’d lived up to the hype. It didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the book, but it wasn’t a book that made me go asdfjkl;asdfjkl;!!! Plus, I didn’t really cry with this book. I guess after reading all those Lurlene McDaniel’s books growing up, stories about cancer and terminal illnesses are familiar territory for me. The snark level and the black humour in this book was perfect, though. And the character interactions were done well.
Fan Art by Sarah Tregay. This LGBT YA novel was another great read, one of the better LGBT YA novels I’ve read recently. In fact, this is actually and ARC, and I wrote my full mini-review at Goodreads. TL;DR ~ Loved the characters and the interaction, but felt like the overall plot was just bloody convoluted to the point where the last half of the book dragged on forever.
Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell. Aside from wanting to type “Roswell” for “Rowell”, I didn’t really like this book. I did like how Park was half-Korean, but I feel like the author (who’s not Asian) didn’t capture the Korean heritage well through Park and his Mum. I kept wondering things like, “Where’s the effing kimchi?” Yes, they lived in Nebraska, but a lot of Koreans I know will figure out a way to make kimchi with American ingredients, but I digress. Going back to the book . . . I didn’t feel like the romance really worked in this book. If anything, I think I’d like this book better if Eleanor and Park had just remained friends.
And with that said, I am now reading Divergent. I expect to be done with the trilogy in a few days because I can’t put the book down. HOMG. It’s like Hunger Games/Percy Jackson/Leviathan series all over again! My only problem: not having enough time to read!