Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Well, I went with Glory O'Brien's History of the Future by A.S. King. Annabel is right to say that it was edgy and thoughtful. I have to say, although I know many would stake me for this, I have never been fond of A.S. King. Maybe I'm not intellectual enough to understand the metaphors or allusions? (Don't answer that) But Everyone Sees the Ants...too weird/smart for me. Glory, well it had just enough weird in it for me. It's not as if I absolutely loved the book though. Neither had me on the edge of my couch.
Brown Girl Dreaming just didn't get into enough detail for me. It was beautifully written, don’t get me wrong, but I couldn't connect to the characters. In my opinion, when a novel is written in poetic format the beauty of the word choice is something to admire, but the development of the character seems choppy. In this case, I felt like there was a barrier between Jacqueline and me. Not because I can’t connect with her upbringing, but because there wasn't that detail I needed to attach myself to her as a character.
Whereas in Glory, I found myself sticky noting several pages for their profound statements about life. “Free yourself. Have the courage”. “Are you tortured too? Are you?” I especially loved, “We form. We shine. We burn. Kapow”. These constant statements or questions about life kept me intrigued throughout. But it’s not as if this book didn't make me want to chuck it across the room either. The part about what she sees in the future is absolute lunacy to me. In a country where people will not give up their right to arm themselves, I find it highly unlikely that women would just sit back and allow all of their rights to be taken from them. ..just saying. In the end, it came down to who I connected more with, as it always does, and the answer to that, ironically, was Glory O’Brien. I wonder what that says about me…(that was rhetorical)