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3.34 AVERAGE
3.34 AVERAGE
Of all the things I expected... a love story was not it.
Spy stuff, yes; love interest, yes; full on love story, not really!
It got a bit boring at times, especially when then talked politics (but that could just be me...I hate politics), and at times you just lost hope for the hole book, but the ending, for me, made up for most of it.
You really need to read it until the end!
Spy stuff, yes; love interest, yes; full on love story, not really!
It got a bit boring at times, especially when then talked politics (but that could just be me...I hate politics), and at times you just lost hope for the hole book, but the ending, for me, made up for most of it.
You really need to read it until the end!
I was actually a bit disappointed in Sweet Tooth. A book about a misguided MI5 agent lends itself to intrigue, action, and tawdriness. Unfortunately the book was rather slow and predictable. I would have given it two stars except for the ending which actually caught me by surprise. As my friend Monet would say, it was an "Agatha Christie" ending. I was so sure I knew exactly what was going on, and I really didn't. I feel like the book actually needs to be read again now that I know the ending and it would be better, but it wasn't good enough to warrant the re-read.
Nonostante centinaia di libri letti... ancora non avevo letto una descrizione così minuziosa di un ragazzo che fuma una canna:
Luke si cavò dal cappotto uno spinello che per forma e dimensioni sembrava un petardo di Natale e lo accese camminando. Dopodichè procedette a una buona dose di rituali solenni, incastrandosi l'affare tra le nocche e unendo le mani a coppa in modo da aspirare sibilanti boccate d'aria attraverso la fessura tra i due pollici per poi trattenere ostentatamente fiato e fumo continuando a parlare, e producendo un effetto sonoro da pupazzo del ventriloquo: tutto un assurdo circo di cui mi ero completamente scordata.
Luke si cavò dal cappotto uno spinello che per forma e dimensioni sembrava un petardo di Natale e lo accese camminando. Dopodichè procedette a una buona dose di rituali solenni, incastrandosi l'affare tra le nocche e unendo le mani a coppa in modo da aspirare sibilanti boccate d'aria attraverso la fessura tra i due pollici per poi trattenere ostentatamente fiato e fumo continuando a parlare, e producendo un effetto sonoro da pupazzo del ventriloquo: tutto un assurdo circo di cui mi ero completamente scordata.
Avoid all spoilers; in fact, avoid all reviews until you're done. That's all.
Had a hard time getting into it until the last 3 chapters, then bam I was hooked.
This book took me forever to wade through, just ultimately ended up not being my cup of tea. The characters were not likable and I couldn't connect with them at all. I kept expecting that the winds would change and that all of a sudden something was going to happen that would blow me away as I have read and enjoyed this author's other books and this one was getting great reviews. However, the plot turned out to be pretty flat, in my opinion. The author has a way with words, but I'm not a reader who's just satisfied by prose. I need an engaging storyline too!
3,75-4/5
Classic and a sure bet but unfazed by the ending.
Classic and a sure bet but unfazed by the ending.
I have never felt more conflicted about a book after finishing it than I do right now. It was stunningly well written, exactly checked off every box on my nerdy list of things I love in a book, and had innumerable points of connection between the main character and myself. And yet I feel so betrayed by the ending and the deceitful device McEwan used. Damn.
Clever and meta, but also good fun. Still chewing over what it says about the nature of fiction, and the relationship between writers and readers, writers and subjects - if that sounds dreary, it's not.