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anam_ali 's review for:
Changeless
by Gail Carriger
Things I would like to say:
1) Madame Lefoux was the salvation of this book, those lethal dimples! How could Alexia resist them?
2) Lord Maccon is a huge, brainless, asshole ninny. I found him rather useless before but by the end of this book I wish Alexia had bashed that parasol into his head several dozen times.
3) I had forgotten how irritating and sometimes annoyingly obtuse this series' writing style can be. If Madame Lefoux hadn't been there, I would have thrown it onto the dnf pile because the main mystery was so freaking dull and such an anticlimax. By the end I didn't even care what was causing the changelessness or how or why it might even matter.
4) My blood boils every time these authors pontificate about the glory of the British Empire and the East India Company and the soldiers casually discussing how they hated India, how the food wasn't good. Well, you could have f**ked off any bloody time, the Indians didn't want you to be there, we didn't ask to be colonised and have British regiments trampling our soils and killing our people all over the subcontinent. I swear you'd think that in this day and age a writer might be able to write a novel set in Victorian England without bringing up the subcontinent or at least in a less offensive manner but well, what does it matter since it's only the people of the subcontinent who are offended. That has always been the case and I doubt it would change anytime soon. I did not mean to turn this review into a rant but well there you are.
1) Madame Lefoux was the salvation of this book, those lethal dimples! How could Alexia resist them?
2) Lord Maccon is a huge, brainless, asshole ninny. I found him rather useless before but by the end of this book I wish Alexia had bashed that parasol into his head several dozen times.
3) I had forgotten how irritating and sometimes annoyingly obtuse this series' writing style can be. If Madame Lefoux hadn't been there, I would have thrown it onto the dnf pile because the main mystery was so freaking dull and such an anticlimax. By the end I didn't even care what was causing the changelessness or how or why it might even matter.
4) My blood boils every time these authors pontificate about the glory of the British Empire and the East India Company and the soldiers casually discussing how they hated India, how the food wasn't good. Well, you could have f**ked off any bloody time, the Indians didn't want you to be there, we didn't ask to be colonised and have British regiments trampling our soils and killing our people all over the subcontinent. I swear you'd think that in this day and age a writer might be able to write a novel set in Victorian England without bringing up the subcontinent or at least in a less offensive manner but well, what does it matter since it's only the people of the subcontinent who are offended. That has always been the case and I doubt it would change anytime soon. I did not mean to turn this review into a rant but well there you are.