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A review by mmousa
Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernières
4.0
It’s 2:42 am, and as usual, I feel too much about a book I’m reading to sleep. Which is ironic, since it did put me to sleep in its beginnings. The author’s satirical use of vocabulary from the Mars of English was excruciating. *Excruciating*.
I haven’t finished the book, still a few pages left, but I’m feeling weary and sentimental, perfect review material.
His WRITING. _beautiful_. In all the senses of the word. I would fill this review with quotes and excerpts if it weren’t three in the morning, they would suffice. Maybe I would, tomorrow when I commence, yet again, procrastinating university work.
The DOCTOR. My favorite character, and where (un)coincidentally all the jokes in the book roam.
The romance, too. This is probably the only real (non-trashy) romance I’ve ever read, and by no means do I know the standard for these things, but I’m assuming it’s somewhere near the pinnacle. It has to be, or else this world is some utopian heaven, where perfect, utopian things exist.
Also, the organization (is that the word?) of the book was cinematic. That’s the word. Cinematic. Real Steven Speilberg (is that how you speed his name?). I wish I paid more attention to the book in the beginning (I blame the, again, *excruciating*, vocabulary), because I have a feeling a deeper understanding of the ties of events would have made the read an even better one.
It wasn’t just the vocab, for someone with near zero education on the world wars, a lot of stuff just flew right over my head. I had to google which ones were axis and which ones were allies, so that pretty much puts it in perspective.
Really, I think I’m gonna have to read the book again, when I finally rack up the motivation to wake up from the haze of my ignorance. Really read it, because it turns out the book is worth the, again x2, excruciating vocabulary.
I haven’t finished the book, still a few pages left, but I’m feeling weary and sentimental, perfect review material.
His WRITING. _beautiful_. In all the senses of the word. I would fill this review with quotes and excerpts if it weren’t three in the morning, they would suffice. Maybe I would, tomorrow when I commence, yet again, procrastinating university work.
The DOCTOR. My favorite character, and where (un)coincidentally all the jokes in the book roam.
The romance, too. This is probably the only real (non-trashy) romance I’ve ever read, and by no means do I know the standard for these things, but I’m assuming it’s somewhere near the pinnacle. It has to be, or else this world is some utopian heaven, where perfect, utopian things exist.
Also, the organization (is that the word?) of the book was cinematic. That’s the word. Cinematic. Real Steven Speilberg (is that how you speed his name?). I wish I paid more attention to the book in the beginning (I blame the, again, *excruciating*, vocabulary), because I have a feeling a deeper understanding of the ties of events would have made the read an even better one.
It wasn’t just the vocab, for someone with near zero education on the world wars, a lot of stuff just flew right over my head. I had to google which ones were axis and which ones were allies, so that pretty much puts it in perspective.
Really, I think I’m gonna have to read the book again, when I finally rack up the motivation to wake up from the haze of my ignorance. Really read it, because it turns out the book is worth the, again x2, excruciating vocabulary.