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macbeckyton's review
5.0
Unlike pretty much all of the other reviews I've read, I HAD to put this book down a lot because it was so uncomfortable - both because of its plot and because it made me so angry. Bloody good though, if such a subject matter can be.
waggaboy's review
2.0
I’m not sure I read the same book as everybody else. I found it very drawn out and repetitive, not to mention quite clichéd. “Love is everything” seemed to be repeated over and over. I also felt that the lack of character development meant that the novel had no depth.
dawnlizreads's review
4.0
Terrifyingly tense. So terrifyingly tense that I had to skip through the last chapter because I couldn't bear the tension. You can see the twists coming, to be honest, but that doesn't make them any less gripping.
Not sure I'd read another book by Lupton. I don't think I can cope with the stress!
Not sure I'd read another book by Lupton. I don't think I can cope with the stress!
henrymarlene's review
5.0
A masterful story, read in almost one sitting as I was too afraid to put it down in case the three hours would be jeopardised. It is a horrifying story, so much so I had to re-read several parts because I thought I had read them wrong which left me utterly devastated for the characters. The plot read put like a real-life scenario: gunmen holding a school hostage, one person already injured, and more sinister actions planned to occur within a very short timeframe. The realness of such an atrocity occurring in rural England builds upon the perspective of terror and confusion and disbelief. To also read from the eyes of the students, not just the adults was a clever move. To also place the scenario breaking out through a snowstorm adds to the chill down the spine of every action of the gunmen and those trying to make sense of it all. The fact that the book also repeats and uphold the reference to “gunmen” and not the names of the people holding the guns reflects on the way these real-life scenarios play out. We don’t want to glorify this sadistic and abhorrent activity, and we don’t want to give a life to those who are threatening to take more lives away.
Loved that this book highlighted bravery, courage, and sacrifice. Sprinkled within the fear and evil were moments of compassion and love on all different scales. The amount and types of love in this story were achingly beautiful – between brothers, girlfriends and boyfriends, colleagues, a parent’s love for their child. Rosamung Lupton paints a beautiful picture of the power of love within the coldness of an English winter storm, and the callousness of a school shooting.
The rehearsal of Macbeth - an ingenious tapestry of plot lines, in particular Lady Macbeth demonstrating her ambition and manipulation to cajole Macbeth into a murderer captured the feeling of this book so well: “All is the fear, and nothing is the love.”
Loved that this book highlighted bravery, courage, and sacrifice. Sprinkled within the fear and evil were moments of compassion and love on all different scales. The amount and types of love in this story were achingly beautiful – between brothers, girlfriends and boyfriends, colleagues, a parent’s love for their child. Rosamung Lupton paints a beautiful picture of the power of love within the coldness of an English winter storm, and the callousness of a school shooting.
The rehearsal of Macbeth - an ingenious tapestry of plot lines, in particular Lady Macbeth demonstrating her ambition and manipulation to cajole Macbeth into a murderer captured the feeling of this book so well: “All is the fear, and nothing is the love.”
kellyvandamme's review
5.0
Hi and welcome to my review of Three Hours! Hugest thanks to Ellie @ Penguin for the tour invite and for sending me a beautiful review copy!
I’ve been a fan of Rosamund Lupton’s work ever since I read Sister in 2016. More than three years ago, yet I still vividly remember the big reveal, and how shocked I was. However it wasn’t just the thrill of the twist that made me give Sister five stars, it was also Rosamund’s writing style. I feel she writes all her stories in a very understated manner, with this kind of underlying threatening tone. No need to hammer the message home, she does it subtly, elegantly, but just as effectively.
Signing up for this blog tour what I was expecting to get from Three Hours was a good thriller at the very least, probably a great thriller, but to all intents and purposes “just” a thriller. I don’t mean that to sound derogative, I love thrillers that unpretentiously entertain, captivate and / or shock me for a few hours and then let me go. Three Hours, however, is not that kind of thriller. Oh it did entertain, captivate and shock, no question there! But it also unnerved me, it undid me, it held me captive even when I wasn’t reading and I had to take breaks from reading because it felt too claustrophobic, too intense, with the setting – a school in the woods in the middle of a blizzard – only adding to the tension.
A school is under siege. Students of varying ages are trapped in various buildings, kids in the library are trying to keep their headmaster alive, barricading the doors with books and their own bodies, the little ones in the pottery room are playing house with clay while their teacher clays up the windows so the shooter won’t see them, teenagers are rehearsing Macbeth in the only safe space, the school theatre, because anything is better than just sitting there, and one boy with PTSD is trotting through the snow to make sure his little brother is safe. Is there a lone gunman aiming at them, or are there more shooters, who is doing this and why? The parents who drove up to the school in a fit of panic have been rounded up by the police and are anxiously waiting for news, the dad of a courageous girl still in his pyjamas, the mum of a missing boy playing out their conversations in her head, the dad who is quick to blame the Syrian refugees. Meanwhile the police are working against the clock to find and apprehend the shooter before he goes on a rampage.
Three Hours doesn’t wade in gently, in the very first paragraph the headmaster is shot at:
A moment of stillness; as if time itself is waiting, can no longer be measured. Then the subtle press of a fingertip, whorled skin against cool metal, starts it beating again and the bullet moves faster than sound.
This bullet kicks off a story that absolutely terrified me. Truth be told, I’m terrified for the world sometimes, there are so many, too many examples of people, ruining other people, taking lives, high school shootings, terrorism, … People who want to hurt other people for reasons that I find ridiculous, but they consider matters of life and death. So many people with the worst of intentions, people with an ultra-short fuse and radical views and it’s so easy, too easy nowadays for anyone to get their hands on guns, to build their own bombs from scratch, to find support with other likeminded, narrowminded people all over the world. I have to admit, I make like an ostrich and put my head in the sand when it comes to these kinds of news items, ‘cause they make me curl up into a little ball of anxiety and hide under a blankie.
Three Hours didn’t allow me to do that. It yanked me out of my comfort zone so fast my head was spinning. It provoked a visceral reaction, filling me with dread, a desperate need to know who was behind this siege and why, and an overwhelming want for everyone to be okay, for the good to kick the bad’s ass all the way into next Tuesday.
In its own understated, non-sentimental way, this is a very emotional story, not only because of the current events, but also through the background story of the characters, particularly Rafi and Basi’s, the Syrian refugees. About halfway through the book I had a lightbulb moment, and it made things so much worse, adding to the trepidation I was already feeling. When the thing (sorry, have to keep it vague!) I had feared came to pass, I literally burst out in tears.
Three Hours is not just 180 minutes, it is 305 pages that broke me. From that very first sentence it gripped me and then it slowly started to unravel me. It’s thought-provoking (I know I’m always saying that, but what can I say, books make me ponder things). It is a timely, important story about a devastating event, but it’s also a story about love and courage, and stepping up, not because you have to, but because it’s the only thing you can do, regardless of the consequences for yourself. Highly recommended.
I’ve been a fan of Rosamund Lupton’s work ever since I read Sister in 2016. More than three years ago, yet I still vividly remember the big reveal, and how shocked I was. However it wasn’t just the thrill of the twist that made me give Sister five stars, it was also Rosamund’s writing style. I feel she writes all her stories in a very understated manner, with this kind of underlying threatening tone. No need to hammer the message home, she does it subtly, elegantly, but just as effectively.
Signing up for this blog tour what I was expecting to get from Three Hours was a good thriller at the very least, probably a great thriller, but to all intents and purposes “just” a thriller. I don’t mean that to sound derogative, I love thrillers that unpretentiously entertain, captivate and / or shock me for a few hours and then let me go. Three Hours, however, is not that kind of thriller. Oh it did entertain, captivate and shock, no question there! But it also unnerved me, it undid me, it held me captive even when I wasn’t reading and I had to take breaks from reading because it felt too claustrophobic, too intense, with the setting – a school in the woods in the middle of a blizzard – only adding to the tension.
A school is under siege. Students of varying ages are trapped in various buildings, kids in the library are trying to keep their headmaster alive, barricading the doors with books and their own bodies, the little ones in the pottery room are playing house with clay while their teacher clays up the windows so the shooter won’t see them, teenagers are rehearsing Macbeth in the only safe space, the school theatre, because anything is better than just sitting there, and one boy with PTSD is trotting through the snow to make sure his little brother is safe. Is there a lone gunman aiming at them, or are there more shooters, who is doing this and why? The parents who drove up to the school in a fit of panic have been rounded up by the police and are anxiously waiting for news, the dad of a courageous girl still in his pyjamas, the mum of a missing boy playing out their conversations in her head, the dad who is quick to blame the Syrian refugees. Meanwhile the police are working against the clock to find and apprehend the shooter before he goes on a rampage.
Three Hours doesn’t wade in gently, in the very first paragraph the headmaster is shot at:
A moment of stillness; as if time itself is waiting, can no longer be measured. Then the subtle press of a fingertip, whorled skin against cool metal, starts it beating again and the bullet moves faster than sound.
This bullet kicks off a story that absolutely terrified me. Truth be told, I’m terrified for the world sometimes, there are so many, too many examples of people, ruining other people, taking lives, high school shootings, terrorism, … People who want to hurt other people for reasons that I find ridiculous, but they consider matters of life and death. So many people with the worst of intentions, people with an ultra-short fuse and radical views and it’s so easy, too easy nowadays for anyone to get their hands on guns, to build their own bombs from scratch, to find support with other likeminded, narrowminded people all over the world. I have to admit, I make like an ostrich and put my head in the sand when it comes to these kinds of news items, ‘cause they make me curl up into a little ball of anxiety and hide under a blankie.
Three Hours didn’t allow me to do that. It yanked me out of my comfort zone so fast my head was spinning. It provoked a visceral reaction, filling me with dread, a desperate need to know who was behind this siege and why, and an overwhelming want for everyone to be okay, for the good to kick the bad’s ass all the way into next Tuesday.
In its own understated, non-sentimental way, this is a very emotional story, not only because of the current events, but also through the background story of the characters, particularly Rafi and Basi’s, the Syrian refugees. About halfway through the book I had a lightbulb moment, and it made things so much worse, adding to the trepidation I was already feeling. When the thing (sorry, have to keep it vague!) I had feared came to pass, I literally burst out in tears.
Three Hours is not just 180 minutes, it is 305 pages that broke me. From that very first sentence it gripped me and then it slowly started to unravel me. It’s thought-provoking (I know I’m always saying that, but what can I say, books make me ponder things). It is a timely, important story about a devastating event, but it’s also a story about love and courage, and stepping up, not because you have to, but because it’s the only thing you can do, regardless of the consequences for yourself. Highly recommended.
mspernia's review against another edition
challenging
dark
sad
tense
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
3.5
pickwickthedodo's review
5.0
I cried, and cried, and cried.
I don't really have much of a review here. This book is beautiful and terrifying.
I am bereft.
I don't really have much of a review here. This book is beautiful and terrifying.
I am bereft.
ruthnessly's review against another edition
3.0
3.5 really! This was good and tense and it made me cry
btpbookclub's review
4.0
This was one off my library pile, highly recommended by fellow readers and my first buddy read of the year with Mel from Melanie’s reads (link to her blog below the review). What a book! It’s a hard one to review…
It is about a school shooting and for a change it’s not in the US, it’s in the UK! Putting myself into those childrens and teachers shoes was terrifying. The stuff of nightmares. Petrifying. Especially for Basi and Rafi. My heart broke of it all. Some some can be so cruel, twisted and sick.
This book had me gasping for breathe. My heart was pounding. I was scared for the characters, sat on the edge of my seat. Tense. Gripping. Thrilling. It’s one of those books that you’re so into you could hear a pin drop. You’re their with the characters every step. You just want to scream at the gunmen and tell the characters what to do.
Three hours makes you realise just how powerful time is. Whether it’s three hours. An hour. Or even 10 minutes. A lot can change your life in that time. It also gave the message that love prevails all and I totally agree with that. A well deserved four stars from me. Highly recommend.
It is about a school shooting and for a change it’s not in the US, it’s in the UK! Putting myself into those childrens and teachers shoes was terrifying. The stuff of nightmares. Petrifying. Especially for Basi and Rafi. My heart broke of it all. Some some can be so cruel, twisted and sick.
This book had me gasping for breathe. My heart was pounding. I was scared for the characters, sat on the edge of my seat. Tense. Gripping. Thrilling. It’s one of those books that you’re so into you could hear a pin drop. You’re their with the characters every step. You just want to scream at the gunmen and tell the characters what to do.
Three hours makes you realise just how powerful time is. Whether it’s three hours. An hour. Or even 10 minutes. A lot can change your life in that time. It also gave the message that love prevails all and I totally agree with that. A well deserved four stars from me. Highly recommend.