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sparksofember's review against another edition
4.0
My daughter and I adore this series - especially the audio books - and this was another great volume in the saga. Artemis with multiple personality disorder is absolutely hilarious. And I love how his character has developed that led to the issues he was having.
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the flirting with Holly - so funny!!hnbb's review against another edition
4.0
The last two books in the series were duds for me. I thought the series was over, honestly. Then a friend loaned me this one. It seemed to be back up to the level I was expecting. However, where was Artemis Fowl? He was rarely focused on. Maybe 1/3 of the book had him in it. Very disappointing. I will probably read #8, the last book, though. Hopefully there is more Artemis and less on the bad guy.
5c_sami's review against another edition
5.0
In this, the seventh adventure of Artemis Fowl and friends, we see Artemis face the only enemy that could ever really best him; himself. As he faces the reality of a mental breakdown caused by his past dabbling in stolen magic, his ability to save the fairy and human worlds from the corrupt Turnball Root is compromised. He and his friends must find a way to warn the fairy people of Turnball's devious plot all the while facing Artemis's other personality, Orion (brought on by the Atlantis Complex).
This is tied for my favorite Artemis Fowl book (tied with the first). It is funny and yet Artemis's mental state raises the stakes and makes it a lot more emotionally investing. Eoin's ability to add more layers to his characters that remain believable is astounding. I feel like I have grown up with Artemis and I understand him on a level that goes beyond his genius and his mistakes. I know him (and all the other main characters for that matter) better than I know some of my real-world friends.
This is tied for my favorite Artemis Fowl book (tied with the first). It is funny and yet Artemis's mental state raises the stakes and makes it a lot more emotionally investing. Eoin's ability to add more layers to his characters that remain believable is astounding. I feel like I have grown up with Artemis and I understand him on a level that goes beyond his genius and his mistakes. I know him (and all the other main characters for that matter) better than I know some of my real-world friends.
snuzzbobble's review against another edition
adventurous
funny
hopeful
lighthearted
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.0
kat_sanford's review against another edition
funny
lighthearted
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.0
alyshadeshae's review against another edition
4.0
My full review is here on my personal website. I'll post a few excerpts here, though:
4.0 out of 5.0 stars
The very worst thing about this book is Orion. He is annoying, and while I understand his existence for the purpose of the book, I wish he didn’t have to be so freaking flowery!
The very best thing about this book is Leonor and Turnball. I just like their little love story. It’s sweet. :-)
4.0 out of 5.0 stars
The very worst thing about this book is Orion. He is annoying, and while I understand his existence for the purpose of the book, I wish he didn’t have to be so freaking flowery!
The very best thing about this book is Leonor and Turnball. I just like their little love story. It’s sweet. :-)
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.”