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vickyramirezy's review against another edition
2.0
Meh, 2.5 stars. Had some good ideas. Felt too disjointed.
ladybouse's review against another edition
adventurous
dark
emotional
funny
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
Bittersweet and hilarious. I love these characters and I love we finally got Foley in the field and Mulch together. So, so good. I don't know what everyone is so upset over Artemis is growing up and changing. And this was another excellent adventure. Frankly my only disappointment is that this wasn't the final showdown with Opal....
Angeline Fowl: Now, I know you don't really do casual.
Artemis Fowl: That's hardly fair. Last month at that cake sale I rolled up both sleeves.
“Look. You’ll like this little box.”
Foaly snickered. “Oh my stars! Is that . . . could that possibly be . . . a laptop? You have shamed us all with your brilliance, Arty.”
"Me," Artemis blurted. "I'm the nut."
Artemis could have sworn the squid winked at him before bringing the five-ton chunk of spacecraft swinging down toward the morsel of meat in its blue shell.
"I'm the nut!" Artemis shouted again, a little hysterically, it must be said."
I feel a little dizzy," said Orion. "But also wonderfully elated. I feel that I am on the verge of finding a rhyme for the word orange."
"Oxygen deprivation," said Foaly. "Or maybe it's just him."
The new guy, Orion Fowl, was checking his hosiery.
“No compression socks,” he declared. “I have been on several plane journeys over the past few weeks, yet Artemis never wears compression socks. And I know he is aware of deep-vein thrombosis; he simply chooses to ignore the risks.”
This was Orion’s second rant in as many minutes, the last one detailing Artemis’s use of nonhypoallergenic deodorant, and Holly was growing tired of listening.
“I could sedate you,” she said brightly, as if this were the most reasonable course of action. “We slap a pad on your neck and leave you at the restaurant for the humans. End of hosiery discussion.”
Orion smiled kindly. “You wouldn’t do that, Captain Short. I could freeze to death before help arrived. I am an innocent. Also, you have feelings for me.”
Orion smiled. “You know, Miss Holly, you look very dramatic like that, backlit by the fire. Very attractive, if I may say so. I know you shared a moment passionné with Artemis, which he subsequently fouled up with his typical boorish behavior. Let me just throw something out there for you to consider while we’re chasing the probe: I share Artemis’s passion but not his boorishness. No pressure; just think about it.”
This was enough to elicit a deafening moment of silence even in the middle of a crisis, which Orion seemed to be blissfully unaffected by.
Foaly was the first to speak. “What’s that look you have on your face there, Commander Short? What’s going through your head right now? Don’t think about it, just tell me.”
Holly ignored him, but that didn’t stop the centaur talking.
“You had a moment of passion with Artemis Fowl?” he said. “I don’t remember reading that in your report.”
Holly may have been blushing, or it may have been the aforementioned dramatic backlighting. “It wasn’t in my report, okay? Because there was no moment of passion.”
Foaly didn’t give up so easily. “So nothing happened, Holly?”
“Nothing worth talking about. When we went back in time, my emotions got a little jumbled. It was temporary, okay? Can we please focus? We are supposed to be professionals.”
“Not me,” said Orion cheerily. “I’m just a teenager with hormones running wild. And may I say, young fairy lady,
they’re running wild in your direction.”
Holly lifted her visor and looked the hormonal teenager in the eye. “This had better not be a game, Artemis. If you do not have some serious psychosis, you will be sorry.”
“Oh, I’m crazy, all right. I do have plenty of psychoses,” said Orion cheerily. “Multiple personality, delusional dementia, OCD. I’ve got them all, but most of all, I’m crazy about you.”
“That’s not a bad line,” muttered Foaly. “He is definitely not Artemis.”
“That makes perfect sense,” said Orion. “But I should be the one to go. Chivalry demands that I take the risk.”
Foaly scowled. “Come on, Holly. Please sedate this deluded idiot.”
Orion cleared his throat. “You are not being very sensitive to my illness, centaur.”
Holly seriously considered the sedation, then shook her head. “Artemis . . . Orion is right. One of us should go.”
Holly unraveled a piton cord from the reel on her belt, quickly wrapping it around one of the exposed steel rods in the restaurant’s foundations.
“What are you doing?” asked Orion.
Holly strode briskly to the hole. “What you were going to do in about five seconds’ time.”
“Haven’t you read the classics?” shouted Orion. “I should go.”
“That’s right,” she said. “You should go.” And she hopped into the underground cavern.
Orion made an animalistic noise, if the animal were a tiger having its tail tied in a knot, and he actually stamped his foot.
“Wow,” said Foaly. “Foot stamping. You are really angry.”
“It would seem so,” said Orion, peering over the edge.
“Generally, the foot stamping is on the other foot, as you are usually the one driving Holly crazy. The other you.”
"Orion sniffed. “Good. Then, worthy centaur, perhaps you could give me a ride to the village on your back. Then I can make a few pennies with my verses while you build us a shack and perform circus tricks for passersby.”
This was such a surprising statement that Foaly briefly considered jumping into the hole to get away.
“This isn’t Middle Earth, you know. We’re not in a novel. I am not noble, neither do I have a repertoire of circus tricks.”
Orion seemed disappointed. “Can you juggle at least?”
Orion’s idiocy was just what Foaly needed to shake him temporarily from his grief. He jumped to his feet and stomped in a circle around Orion.
“What are you? Who are you? I thought you shared Artemis’s memories. How can you be so stupid?”
Orion was unperturbed. “I share every
thing. Memories and movies are as real as each other to me. You, Peter Pan, the Loch Ness Monster, me. It’s all real, maybe.”
Foaly rubbed his forehead. “We are in so much trouble. Gods help us.”
Orion brightened. “I have an idea.”
“Yes?” said Foaly, daring to hope that a spark of Artemis remained.
“Why don’t we look for some magic stones that can grant wishes? Or, if that doesn’t work, you could search my naked body for some mysterious birthmark that means I am actually the prince of somewhere or other.”
“Okay,” sighed Foaly. “Why don’t you get started on the stones thing, and I’ll scrape some magical runes in the snow.”
Orion clapped his hands sharply. “Excellent notion, noble creature.” And he began kicking over stones to see if any of them were magical.
"Holly is alive, thought Foaly.
My princess lives, exulted Orion. And we’re chasing a dragon.
“Foaly,” he called after the centaur. “I really think we should search for my secret birthmark. Dragons love that sort of thing.”
Angeline Fowl: Now, I know you don't really do casual.
Artemis Fowl: That's hardly fair. Last month at that cake sale I rolled up both sleeves.
“Look. You’ll like this little box.”
Foaly snickered. “Oh my stars! Is that . . . could that possibly be . . . a laptop? You have shamed us all with your brilliance, Arty.”
"Me," Artemis blurted. "I'm the nut."
Artemis could have sworn the squid winked at him before bringing the five-ton chunk of spacecraft swinging down toward the morsel of meat in its blue shell.
"I'm the nut!" Artemis shouted again, a little hysterically, it must be said."
I feel a little dizzy," said Orion. "But also wonderfully elated. I feel that I am on the verge of finding a rhyme for the word orange."
"Oxygen deprivation," said Foaly. "Or maybe it's just him."
The new guy, Orion Fowl, was checking his hosiery.
“No compression socks,” he declared. “I have been on several plane journeys over the past few weeks, yet Artemis never wears compression socks. And I know he is aware of deep-vein thrombosis; he simply chooses to ignore the risks.”
This was Orion’s second rant in as many minutes, the last one detailing Artemis’s use of nonhypoallergenic deodorant, and Holly was growing tired of listening.
“I could sedate you,” she said brightly, as if this were the most reasonable course of action. “We slap a pad on your neck and leave you at the restaurant for the humans. End of hosiery discussion.”
Orion smiled kindly. “You wouldn’t do that, Captain Short. I could freeze to death before help arrived. I am an innocent. Also, you have feelings for me.”
Orion smiled. “You know, Miss Holly, you look very dramatic like that, backlit by the fire. Very attractive, if I may say so. I know you shared a moment passionné with Artemis, which he subsequently fouled up with his typical boorish behavior. Let me just throw something out there for you to consider while we’re chasing the probe: I share Artemis’s passion but not his boorishness. No pressure; just think about it.”
This was enough to elicit a deafening moment of silence even in the middle of a crisis, which Orion seemed to be blissfully unaffected by.
Foaly was the first to speak. “What’s that look you have on your face there, Commander Short? What’s going through your head right now? Don’t think about it, just tell me.”
Holly ignored him, but that didn’t stop the centaur talking.
“You had a moment of passion with Artemis Fowl?” he said. “I don’t remember reading that in your report.”
Holly may have been blushing, or it may have been the aforementioned dramatic backlighting. “It wasn’t in my report, okay? Because there was no moment of passion.”
Foaly didn’t give up so easily. “So nothing happened, Holly?”
“Nothing worth talking about. When we went back in time, my emotions got a little jumbled. It was temporary, okay? Can we please focus? We are supposed to be professionals.”
“Not me,” said Orion cheerily. “I’m just a teenager with hormones running wild. And may I say, young fairy lady,
they’re running wild in your direction.”
Holly lifted her visor and looked the hormonal teenager in the eye. “This had better not be a game, Artemis. If you do not have some serious psychosis, you will be sorry.”
“Oh, I’m crazy, all right. I do have plenty of psychoses,” said Orion cheerily. “Multiple personality, delusional dementia, OCD. I’ve got them all, but most of all, I’m crazy about you.”
“That’s not a bad line,” muttered Foaly. “He is definitely not Artemis.”
“That makes perfect sense,” said Orion. “But I should be the one to go. Chivalry demands that I take the risk.”
Foaly scowled. “Come on, Holly. Please sedate this deluded idiot.”
Orion cleared his throat. “You are not being very sensitive to my illness, centaur.”
Holly seriously considered the sedation, then shook her head. “Artemis . . . Orion is right. One of us should go.”
Holly unraveled a piton cord from the reel on her belt, quickly wrapping it around one of the exposed steel rods in the restaurant’s foundations.
“What are you doing?” asked Orion.
Holly strode briskly to the hole. “What you were going to do in about five seconds’ time.”
“Haven’t you read the classics?” shouted Orion. “I should go.”
“That’s right,” she said. “You should go.” And she hopped into the underground cavern.
Orion made an animalistic noise, if the animal were a tiger having its tail tied in a knot, and he actually stamped his foot.
“Wow,” said Foaly. “Foot stamping. You are really angry.”
“It would seem so,” said Orion, peering over the edge.
“Generally, the foot stamping is on the other foot, as you are usually the one driving Holly crazy. The other you.”
"Orion sniffed. “Good. Then, worthy centaur, perhaps you could give me a ride to the village on your back. Then I can make a few pennies with my verses while you build us a shack and perform circus tricks for passersby.”
This was such a surprising statement that Foaly briefly considered jumping into the hole to get away.
“This isn’t Middle Earth, you know. We’re not in a novel. I am not noble, neither do I have a repertoire of circus tricks.”
Orion seemed disappointed. “Can you juggle at least?”
Orion’s idiocy was just what Foaly needed to shake him temporarily from his grief. He jumped to his feet and stomped in a circle around Orion.
“What are you? Who are you? I thought you shared Artemis’s memories. How can you be so stupid?”
Orion was unperturbed. “I share every
thing. Memories and movies are as real as each other to me. You, Peter Pan, the Loch Ness Monster, me. It’s all real, maybe.”
Foaly rubbed his forehead. “We are in so much trouble. Gods help us.”
Orion brightened. “I have an idea.”
“Yes?” said Foaly, daring to hope that a spark of Artemis remained.
“Why don’t we look for some magic stones that can grant wishes? Or, if that doesn’t work, you could search my naked body for some mysterious birthmark that means I am actually the prince of somewhere or other.”
“Okay,” sighed Foaly. “Why don’t you get started on the stones thing, and I’ll scrape some magical runes in the snow.”
Orion clapped his hands sharply. “Excellent notion, noble creature.” And he began kicking over stones to see if any of them were magical.
"Holly is alive, thought Foaly.
My princess lives, exulted Orion. And we’re chasing a dragon.
“Foaly,” he called after the centaur. “I really think we should search for my secret birthmark. Dragons love that sort of thing.”
alyssafields's review against another edition
lighthearted
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.5
rpych2's review against another edition
4.0
I love this series and forever will, but this wasn’t my favorite. It was between 3.5 and 4 stars so I’m rounding up to 4. I both loved and hated the fact that Artemis had a psychological illness throughout this book. On one hand, it made for a very interesting story because it showed Artemis’ guilt for some of his past actions. But on the other, I really enjoy Artemis and wish he was in this book more. The great side characters like Holly and Butler were highlighted, but Artemis has always been one of my favorites.
This was an action packed story, and I’ve always enjoyed this series, but I’ve enjoyed the others more. It’s definitely worth the read and the series as a whole has been an amazing experience to revisit.
This was an action packed story, and I’ve always enjoyed this series, but I’ve enjoyed the others more. It’s definitely worth the read and the series as a whole has been an amazing experience to revisit.
bloomsky32's review against another edition
3.5
This series is two drawn out. The first 3-4 books were good, and then it just got repetitive. It’s gotten to the point where you just pushed through it to finish the series cause you’ve already committed to many books.
ameserole's review against another edition
3.0
I don't know if I'm supposed to be excited or not that I'm almost done with this series. It's also a bit weird how I just stopped at book 6 last time as well. Not sure why I ghosted Artemis... but I do plan to see how this series is going to end. I'm prepared - bring in on.
The Atlantis Complex is the seventh installment of the Artemis Fowl Series. Just like the previous book, it was okay. Not necessarily my favorite but it was an interesting take on Artemis. Especially when it comes to his alter ego (in a way) Orion. I mean, Orion basically had no filter whatsoever and was friendly. Which was a complete shock to everyone who knows Artemis.
So, yeah, I laughed a little here and there but I was confused about something. Okay, so for some weird reason I kept thinking Holly was a lot older than Artemis.. and yet, they like each other. Like have a crush on one another now? Am I missing something? Did I drink too much wine during the last book?
Not sure how I feel about that.. but maybe the next book will leave me with less questions and confusion. Hopefully.
The Atlantis Complex is the seventh installment of the Artemis Fowl Series. Just like the previous book, it was okay. Not necessarily my favorite but it was an interesting take on Artemis. Especially when it comes to his alter ego (in a way) Orion. I mean, Orion basically had no filter whatsoever and was friendly. Which was a complete shock to everyone who knows Artemis.
So, yeah, I laughed a little here and there but I was confused about something. Okay, so for some weird reason I kept thinking Holly was a lot older than Artemis.. and yet, they like each other. Like have a crush on one another now? Am I missing something? Did I drink too much wine during the last book?
Not sure how I feel about that.. but maybe the next book will leave me with less questions and confusion. Hopefully.
naysh's review against another edition
4.0
A great book (as all Artemis Fowl stories are), but I felt it could have been better. It seemed kind of... short, or incomplete. The story just didn't feel satisfactory. I like how they brought back Turnball Root from the Artemis Fowl Files though.
ifi13's review against another edition
5.0
I really enjoyed myself with that book! I know that 5 stars are possibly too much for it and I definately don't think it was a literary masterpiece, but it made me laugh by myself so much that it made me love it! I found Orion rediculously funny and missed him through the second half and found all the bickering among the group a lot more enjoyable in this book! But I have to admit most of all I loved the fact that it made me believe it was building the road to an Artie-Holly relationship with Turnbull and Eleanor. I never expected something like that ever happening and was really shocked when Holly kissed Artemis in the time paradox and it was obvious that this book was building up to more kissing..
SPOILER ALERT(FOR THE NEXT BOOK IN THE SERIES)!
And of caurse was too dissapointed when Colfer seemed to have forgotten all about this book when he was writting tha Last guardian...
SPOILER ALERT(FOR THE NEXT BOOK IN THE SERIES)!
And of caurse was too dissapointed when Colfer seemed to have forgotten all about this book when he was writting tha Last guardian...
cameronpetrovich's review against another edition
adventurous
emotional
funny
tense
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.75