Bambi’s Book Club

The Rush: Chapters 5 – The End

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I made it to the end of this novel!

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#finally

As you might remember from my last post, or the post before that, I have not been particularly enjoying this novel. It only got worse as I kept reading, however reader (except for a brief respite near the end, which I will discuss more later).

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The Rush: So bad, it made Santa’s naughty list.

Basically, this entire novel can be summarized into one word: indecision.

Ivy can’t decide how she feels about Ryder, or rather, won’t be honest with herself about her feelings, and generally, can’t decide how she feels about anything else, either. She gets tattoos out of rebellion, but they really only stress her out and act as a weird, spit-filled bonding moment with the boy she’s crushing on whom she won’t admit she has a crush.

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#flirting

Ivy can’t decide whether or not she has an eating disorder. She blames her mother for forcing her to “barely eat anything,” but she gets caramel macchiatos every two seconds. Wouldn’t someone with an eating disorder be aware of the large amount of calories in the delicious, but fatty caramel macchiato? Or if her mother doesn’t let her eat anything, wouldn’t her mother ban the drinking of them? Also, what kind of rebellious teen willfully gets tattoos (ignoring the indecisiveness factor) but isn’t willing to rebel against eating dictates and get a salad at lunchtime?

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#notbuyingit

The scene where she tells everything to Ryder is hilarious. She literally contradicts herself every other sentence. Not necessarily the things she’s saying to Ryder, the things she’s thinking to herself. At one point, she says something along the lines of “For the first time in my life, I felt absolutely disgusted with my life.” But, um, she’s literally been complaining about how disgusting her life is at least once (usually more) in every preceding chapter.

 

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The redeeming factor I mentioned earlier? Ivy’s date, mandated by Nyx, is scary. My pulse quickened, I internally screamed at the protagonist to get out of the situation, knowing that 16-year-old-girls can get themselves in abusive date situations like this easily and feel that they need to stay.

Having said that, one scary date chapter is certainly not intriguing enough to convince me to continue with the sequel.

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Those are my thoughts. What are yours? Have you read The Rush? Are you planning to (possibly during a Goodreads 2016 challenge)?

Spit take: by Leo Marz (catálogo de SPACES Leo Marz) [FAL], via Wikimedia Commons
The shrug: http://wellcomeimages.org/indexplus/obf_images/db/bd/12d6e1df5dfb1b135a8b32ccff99.jpg

BBC: The Rush, Chapters 2 – 4

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It’s been awhile since my last scintillating, comment-less post.

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About THIS book, in case you forgot

Since our introduction to Ivy, we have learnt an important lesson in chapters 2 through 4 of The Rush: it needed a better editor.

CYCLE CO.

Numerous times, we* come across the incorrect use of the word “you’re.” As in, the author uses “you’re” when it should be “your.”

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.

Me, personally? I’m not the best editor. I am a writer, and I often make small mistakes during drafts, including drafts of my blog posts. I probably often make large mistakes, too, since, in general, the idea of what I am writing is more important to me than the proper grammar for what I am trying to say. And that is okay. We need idea people. But we also need grammar people, to help make the ideas of the idea people sing with clarity, and also not be annoying to the readers reading them.

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Woman: So help me John, if you don’t use proper grammar I will punch you in your moustache.

The problem with using the improper form of your or you’re is that the sentence ceases to make sense. You don’t say “The rain fell on you are sweater, and now it is wet and potentially ruined.” Yet, that is what you are saying when you write: “The rain fell on you’re sweater, and now it is wet and potentially ruined.”

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The rain: pretending to be all cute and friendly, but really just ruining your clothes.

I’m going to keep reading, guys. But I’m probably not going to like it.

*I am making the potentially entirely mistaken assumption that you, gentle reader, are scrolling your eyeballs amongst this book’s e-pages along with me, attempting to make sense of the order in which the author has put her words. #goodluck

BBC: The Rush, Chapter 1

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Hello, my wonderful readers! Who’s ready to share rambling thoughts and impressions of Chapter 1 of The Rush?

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I’m pretty sure I hate this narrator – to be honest, I can’t even be bothered to look up our narrator/protagonist’s name, & she obviously didn’t leave enough of an impression for me to just remember it.

I'm no elephant, and if I was one, I would be a very poor one...
I’m no elephant, and if I was one, I would be a very poor one…

I suppose that could be part of the point – I mean, I know she hasn’t exactly explained what she, her friends, and their moms are yet, but this novel is book 1 of The Siren Series, so I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that they’re… sirens.

It's elementary, dear... um... #notanelephant
It’s elementary, dear… um… #notanelephant

Anyway, I suppose it is entirely possible that the author is creating a character who is at least initially unlikable because of what she is, supernaturally/mythologically speaking. But I still don’t like it. I either like to like the main character or have a very well written story, and this novel, so far, is not written well enough for me to be okay with its’ having an unlikable protagonist.

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Also, the way that she talks! Like, don’t even get me started on how many times she used the word “even” in this first chapter, guys. Don’t even.

Like, don't EVEN... Like, gag me with a spoon
Like, don’t EVEN… Like, gag me with a spoon

Now, let’s get down to the mythological bones I have to pick so far with this story. This chick and her two friends are so beautiful and guys can’t help falling in love with them… but is it because of their voice? In the myths, it was the sirens’ singing, not their beauty, that drove men to their deaths. Also, I don’t hear about these ladies having bird legs, and the sirens were generally represented as part bird, so… you know…

If you're going to write about creepy bird ladies... #doitright
If you’re going to write about creepy bird ladies… #doitright

Those are my thoughts on the first chapter. What did you think?