A review by haramis
Ariel: A Book of the Change by Steven R. Boyett

2.0

Wait, did I just spend two and a half months dragging through a book about a boy and his penis? That seems to be the case. Cool. I suddenly see why this would be particularly appealing to the teenage set, but I'm not in it. I liked it in the beginning well enough, but lost interest after Atlanta, which according to Boyett's Afterword is just when the book gets good, you know, if you're into wet dreams and drawn-out graphic battles. Don't even get me started on the harebrained scheme of saving Ariel by marching her to the door of her enemies. Also why don't bicycles work again? I'm doing my best to appreciate what nineteen-year-old Boyett was trying to accomplish, but for me it was a miss.