When I first read Freya I quite enjoyed it but had some mixed feelings about it.
It felt a bit too light and fluffy and even predictable at times.
But over the last couple of months, as I’ve talked about it with other people, I have come to realise that I not only enjoyed it far more than I first thought, but that I am very happy to recommend it to a wide range of readers knowing they will get an enjoyable and satisfying reading experience.
When I think about 2015 and my very best reading experience, the first book that comes to mind is The Buried Giant (the other two are Testament of Youth and Germinal but I was unreserved about my praise for them from the start).
The Buried Giant was praise-worthy from the start but it also continues to grow in my estimation.
My love for it grows deeper and my curiosity about what I will discover with a reread grows higher.
The Buried Giant was special.
I read this book about 15 yrs ago.
I loved it.
I adored it.
I raved about it to everyone.
I even declared that this was the book I wanted to be buried with!
Fifteen years later, I still love and adore this book. I still think about Lata on a regular basis and wonder how she is doing. (Will Seth EVER finish his sequel, A Suitable Girl?!)
The only reason I haven’t reread this amazing story about family, friendship, love and India every single year since then is that it is over 1400 pages long!
It has taken me over 8 months to read all four books in this incredibly popular series.
I finally started The Story of the Lost Child this week and I was instantly reminded of and thrown back into my complicated relationship with these books.
Elena and Lina annoy me so much with their continual and devastating (to themselves and others) poor choices. I’ve tried to see their behaviour within the context of the society that they live in. I can try to imagine the affects of a society ruled by the Camorra but it is so far from my life experiences that it is difficult to really get it and why it would make them all act the way they do.
But I feel compelled to finish the series.
This one was a bit of an effort to get through last year.
Over 1000 pages – three books in one.
But I can now honestly say it is one of the best Australian classics that I have ever read.
This is another book that has grown on me (in a good way) every day since I read it.
I definitely want to reread it and I can’t wait for Van Neervan’s next book.
I loved most of this book.
Well loved is the wrong word, but if you’ve read the book, you know what I mean.
It’s dark and difficult and quite depressing at times, but there is something compelling and obsessive about it too. However I found the final part of the book (from the car accident onwards) so annoying and unnecessarily harsh that I almost gave up on it.
Five years later I’m still wondering what it is that everyone loves so much about this book.
It’s not that I hated it. It was okay.
In fact it was a decent holiday read and I do still remember quite a bit about it, but I just don’t get the rave reviews.
11/22/63 helped me to fall in love with Stephen King once again.
I either love or hate his books.
In particular I adore the scare factor in his earlier stories and the romance of his Gunslinger series.
I love his books that are heavy on the connections and links to his other stories.
11/22/63 excelled at this.
I doubt very much that I will have the time or the inclination to read this entire series of books.
I’ve been enjoying the TV series (except for any of the scenes with Bolton which I refuse to watch!)
I’m not sure that I will ever willingly want to invite that much violence and conflict into my reading mind, especially as most of my reading happens just before falling asleep each night.
I simply do not need those kind of nightmares!