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hooliaquoolia 's review for:
All the Birds in the Sky
by Charlie Jane Anders
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
It’s like someone took the Magicians and thought “how can we make this EVEN WORSE?”
Let’s see...manic pixie dream girl, unnecessary references to her breasts, an author who doesn’t understand how computer networks or AI actually work yet makes them the center of her book, which by the way doesn’t have a plot until page 250 of 315, parents who are so inexplicably and simultaneously dumb, awful, and one-dimensional that they must have been taken directly from some 12-year-old’s diary. Oh, and also a 25-year-old who has no social skills (oh, an awkward adult male character who lives in the Bay Area? EDGY!!!!) and yet somehow is managing to be the new public face of a the most important Elon-Musk-esque technological project the world has ever seen. Did I mention that the manic pixie dream girl can talk to animals? Yeah, she’s actually a Manic Pixie Dream Disney Princess. Buckle. Your. Seatbelts.
This could have been a decent book. As it stands, every single person involved in getting this book published (and I mean EVERYONE: the author, the agent, the editor, that editor’s manager, that publishing house’s design team, their PR team, EVERYONE) completely failed to do their job, and they deserve to be blacklisted from the publishing industry.
I am returning this book, and hopefully it one day winds up in a better place than my bookshelf. Like, the recycling bin.
Let’s see...manic pixie dream girl, unnecessary references to her breasts, an author who doesn’t understand how computer networks or AI actually work yet makes them the center of her book, which by the way doesn’t have a plot until page 250 of 315, parents who are so inexplicably and simultaneously dumb, awful, and one-dimensional that they must have been taken directly from some 12-year-old’s diary. Oh, and also a 25-year-old who has no social skills (oh, an awkward adult male character who lives in the Bay Area? EDGY!!!!) and yet somehow is managing to be the new public face of a the most important Elon-Musk-esque technological project the world has ever seen. Did I mention that the manic pixie dream girl can talk to animals? Yeah, she’s actually a Manic Pixie Dream Disney Princess. Buckle. Your. Seatbelts.
This could have been a decent book. As it stands, every single person involved in getting this book published (and I mean EVERYONE: the author, the agent, the editor, that editor’s manager, that publishing house’s design team, their PR team, EVERYONE) completely failed to do their job, and they deserve to be blacklisted from the publishing industry.
I am returning this book, and hopefully it one day winds up in a better place than my bookshelf. Like, the recycling bin.