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Boundless
by Cynthia Hand
03/21/13 12:07am

SOOOOO GOOOOOOOD!
Review coming tomorrow-ish.
03/21/13 8:31am
WARNING! WARNING!
This is not going to be a proper review in any shape or form. I will be lucky if it is a step above me just doing happy, admiring screaming all the way through.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, now I have that (pretty much) out of my system.
I started reading this last night around 8:30pm. I was on page 79. I stayed up past midnight to finish it because I could.not.stop.reading. Past midnight is a big deal for me, as I'm getting to be an old lady. I was reading like a maniac. Laughing outloud. Sobbing outloud. I was all over the place.
I love Cynthia Hand's writing. It never gets too wordy. It reads the way I would expect these characters to think and speak. And let's not forget that she created these amazing main characters where there is not one where if they died, you would think, "Eh. Oh, well." How often do you have a love triangle where you would be more or less ok with whoever the heroine chose? I mean, I was definitely leaning towards one (TUCKER) more than the other, but I would have been a happy clam either way and know that it would have been "right" because there would have been a good explanation as to why. I cared about these characters. No, I care about these characters even after completing the trilogy. It's so lame. But kind of awesome, too.
And the heroine. Oh, our heroine. Clara. She is in my top three favorites ever. She isn't a droopy pile of mush that can't take care of herself, but she also isn't a tough as nails, I don't need anyone character either. I love her thoughts and her actions and just pretty much every damn thing about her. Examples:
I pick up my book, flip to the page I was on before my brain took a quick trip to the future. It's a novel, one of the epic dytopians that's so popular these days. I'm liking it - it puts things into perspective. Sure, I might have occasional visions of doom, a mysterious, soul-crushing pain in my heart, a premonition of death, but at least I'm not scrounging the post-apocalyptic countryside looking for shelter, my only friend a three-eyes mutated dog that I'll have to eat later in order to survive nuclear winter.
Fantastic, I think. I'm crying over Tucker. Not very women's lib of me, I know. It goes against all my mother taught me- that I am strong, that I am capable, that I don't need a man to make me happy - but here I am, all curled up on the couch in the fetal position, an ueaten bowl of microwaved caramel popcorn on the floor by my feet, sobbing into the cushions because all I wanted was to watch a stupid movie to get my mind off things and all Netflix has lined up for me is romantic comedies. I'm replaying that moment on the boardwalk over and over, Allison Lowell looking up at Tucker, her brown eyes all doe-like and alluring and crap, and how she touched him the way I've touched him. How she smiled.
Clara, you are so relatable (minus the angel stuff) that it makes my head spin. We should be besties. <3
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Ok, I guess it wasn't completely out of my system.
Oh! And the story! The storyyyyyyy! I thought this was the best of the three by far (although I still stand by my previous stars - I would just give this one more than 5 if I could). There was a true plot. And boy, was it a rollercoaster ride. The imagery was top notch (especially Hell - it gave me the heebie jeebies). I was having so much fun reading this. Sure, there were things that I saw coming, but there were also so many twists that I did not see coming that I didn't care about the predictable stuff.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

SOOOOO GOOOOOOOD!
Review coming tomorrow-ish.
03/21/13 8:31am
WARNING! WARNING!
This is not going to be a proper review in any shape or form. I will be lucky if it is a step above me just doing happy, admiring screaming all the way through.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, now I have that (pretty much) out of my system.
I started reading this last night around 8:30pm. I was on page 79. I stayed up past midnight to finish it because I could.not.stop.reading. Past midnight is a big deal for me, as I'm getting to be an old lady. I was reading like a maniac. Laughing outloud. Sobbing outloud. I was all over the place.
I love Cynthia Hand's writing. It never gets too wordy. It reads the way I would expect these characters to think and speak. And let's not forget that she created these amazing main characters where there is not one where if they died, you would think, "Eh. Oh, well." How often do you have a love triangle where you would be more or less ok with whoever the heroine chose? I mean, I was definitely leaning towards one (TUCKER) more than the other, but I would have been a happy clam either way and know that it would have been "right" because there would have been a good explanation as to why. I cared about these characters. No, I care about these characters even after completing the trilogy. It's so lame. But kind of awesome, too.
And the heroine. Oh, our heroine. Clara. She is in my top three favorites ever. She isn't a droopy pile of mush that can't take care of herself, but she also isn't a tough as nails, I don't need anyone character either. I love her thoughts and her actions and just pretty much every damn thing about her. Examples:
I pick up my book, flip to the page I was on before my brain took a quick trip to the future. It's a novel, one of the epic dytopians that's so popular these days. I'm liking it - it puts things into perspective. Sure, I might have occasional visions of doom, a mysterious, soul-crushing pain in my heart, a premonition of death, but at least I'm not scrounging the post-apocalyptic countryside looking for shelter, my only friend a three-eyes mutated dog that I'll have to eat later in order to survive nuclear winter.
Fantastic, I think. I'm crying over Tucker. Not very women's lib of me, I know. It goes against all my mother taught me- that I am strong, that I am capable, that I don't need a man to make me happy - but here I am, all curled up on the couch in the fetal position, an ueaten bowl of microwaved caramel popcorn on the floor by my feet, sobbing into the cushions because all I wanted was to watch a stupid movie to get my mind off things and all Netflix has lined up for me is romantic comedies. I'm replaying that moment on the boardwalk over and over, Allison Lowell looking up at Tucker, her brown eyes all doe-like and alluring and crap, and how she touched him the way I've touched him. How she smiled.
Clara, you are so relatable (minus the angel stuff) that it makes my head spin. We should be besties. <3
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Ok, I guess it wasn't completely out of my system.
Oh! And the story! The storyyyyyyy! I thought this was the best of the three by far (although I still stand by my previous stars - I would just give this one more than 5 if I could). There was a true plot. And boy, was it a rollercoaster ride. The imagery was top notch (especially Hell - it gave me the heebie jeebies). I was having so much fun reading this. Sure, there were things that I saw coming, but there were also so many twists that I did not see coming that I didn't care about the predictable stuff.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!