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A review by khyie
Rebirth of a Supermodel 重生超模 by Mo Chen Huan, 莫晨欢
Did not finish book. Stopped at 47%.
This was my second attempt to read this book and I can firmly say this one is just not working for me. I cannot understand how this story could possibly be 200 some chapters. Well, okay, I can, because it's dragging on FOREVER but there is literally no conflict in it. Ming Yu was a supermodel at the pinnacle of the world before he was paralyzed and then died, transmigrating into the body of a 16 year old Ming Yu from an alternate universe essentially. He decides to once more become the best supermodel ever and I don't even know why because I would be bored out of my mind with how easily everything happens for him. He is the most perfect model ever and every photographer he meets absolutely loves him and no one compares to him except his ML, who--in the 115 chapters I actually read covering a span of, I think, almost a year--never seems to actually model but is still somehow, the #1 supermodel in the whole wide world. The two goals Ming Yu establishes for himself from the start, 1) become the best supermodel and 2) ruin the dead!Ming Yu's scum not-boyfriend Cheng Su, don't even really seem to be goals. They're inevitabilities. He's rising up from the bottom, sure, and the novel wants me to believe he's working hard at his rise up and not taking the easy way out (which true, he does have an easier option than what he's doing) but also, it's hard to believe that anything is actually difficult for him because he's just so perfect and capable. It's just... boring. Even his supposed flaws, like being a shit terrible actor and can't cook are things that make him endearing and oh, there's this one specific role that a director needs him for and if he can't do it, the role won't exist because he's the most perfect person for it.
It's blowing my mind that an author who wrote something as creative, thoughtful, and fascinating as The Earth is Online somehow churned this never ending snoozefest out. I didn't outright hate this book. There's nothing in it that made me want to throw it at a wall or rage about, but I am annoyed at how much it felt like a slog because you're just rinsing and repeating the exact same scenarios over and over again, just with different people, and I did not expect that I was going to spend most of my time lamenting over picking it up again.
It's blowing my mind that an author who wrote something as creative, thoughtful, and fascinating as The Earth is Online somehow churned this never ending snoozefest out. I didn't outright hate this book. There's nothing in it that made me want to throw it at a wall or rage about, but I am annoyed at how much it felt like a slog because you're just rinsing and repeating the exact same scenarios over and over again, just with different people, and I did not expect that I was going to spend most of my time lamenting over picking it up again.