This is a question I ask myself a lot. I still can't decide on an answer and so I continue to buy more.
Do I Own Too Many Books?
Friday, 27 May 2016
Friday, 20 May 2016
Identical
Ellen Hopkins
Genre(s): Contemporary, Poetry, Young Adult
Published: December 21st 2010
Pages: 565
Rating: 4 stars
“Kaeleigh and Raeanne are 16-year-old identical twins, the daughters of a district court judge father and politician mother running for US Congress. Everything on the surface seems fine, but underneath run very deep and damaging secrets. What really happened when the girls were 7 years old in that car accident that Daddy caused? And why is Mom never home, always running far away to pursue some new dream? Raeanne goes after painkillers, drugs, alcohol, and sex to dull her pain and anger. Kaeleigh always tries so hard to be the good girl -- her father's perfect little flower. But when the girls were 9, Daddy started to turn to his beloved Kaeleigh in ways a father never should and has been sexually abusing her for years. For Raeanne, she needs to numb the pain of not being Daddy's favorite; for Kaeleigh, she wants to do everything she can to feel something normal, even if it means cutting herself and vomiting after every binge.
How Kaeleigh and Raeanne figure out just what it means to be whole again when their entire world has been torn to shreds is the guts and heart of this powerful, disturbing, and utterly remarkable book.”
This is dark. This is heavy. This is triggering.
I feel bad about giving this any stars because, really, I didn't enjoy it. The subject matter is more than taboo - it's something that should never even be thought of - so giving it any stars feels like condoning it. Hopkins, however, manages to weave a chilling, gripping, moving - and disgustingly far too real - tale of childhood sexual abuse and incest.
Talk about jumping in at the deep end. I threw myself head first off a cliff into Ellen Hopkins' work by starting with this.
Whilst reading, I wanted to hold the book at arms length, pinched between thumb and forefinger. But much like roadside accident, I found myself rubber necking and compelled to read more in other to know what happened and, hopefully, gain some peace.
There's no arguing that, yes, while this is a disgusting story, it's a good one. The free-verse works well in telling the story in a poetic way, without being overly flowery (or, conversely, outright vulgar and obscene). Hopkins' managed to construct well rounded, interesting characters who you couldn't help but feel for whilst reading. Kaeleigh and Raeanne elicit multiple emotions - frustration, anger, disgust, and sympathy, to name but a few - in a few short verses, highlighting Hopkins' skill as a story teller.
Identical was a very quick read (despite being close to 600 pages) that has opened my eyes to novels in verse, something I never thought I'd say
Ellen Hopkins
Genre(s): Contemporary, Poetry, Young Adult
Published: December 21st 2010
Pages: 565
Rating: 4 stars
“Kaeleigh and Raeanne are 16-year-old identical twins, the daughters of a district court judge father and politician mother running for US Congress. Everything on the surface seems fine, but underneath run very deep and damaging secrets. What really happened when the girls were 7 years old in that car accident that Daddy caused? And why is Mom never home, always running far away to pursue some new dream? Raeanne goes after painkillers, drugs, alcohol, and sex to dull her pain and anger. Kaeleigh always tries so hard to be the good girl -- her father's perfect little flower. But when the girls were 9, Daddy started to turn to his beloved Kaeleigh in ways a father never should and has been sexually abusing her for years. For Raeanne, she needs to numb the pain of not being Daddy's favorite; for Kaeleigh, she wants to do everything she can to feel something normal, even if it means cutting herself and vomiting after every binge.
How Kaeleigh and Raeanne figure out just what it means to be whole again when their entire world has been torn to shreds is the guts and heart of this powerful, disturbing, and utterly remarkable book.”
This is dark. This is heavy. This is triggering.
I feel bad about giving this any stars because, really, I didn't enjoy it. The subject matter is more than taboo - it's something that should never even be thought of - so giving it any stars feels like condoning it. Hopkins, however, manages to weave a chilling, gripping, moving - and disgustingly far too real - tale of childhood sexual abuse and incest.
Talk about jumping in at the deep end. I threw myself head first off a cliff into Ellen Hopkins' work by starting with this.
Whilst reading, I wanted to hold the book at arms length, pinched between thumb and forefinger. But much like roadside accident, I found myself rubber necking and compelled to read more in other to know what happened and, hopefully, gain some peace.
There's no arguing that, yes, while this is a disgusting story, it's a good one. The free-verse works well in telling the story in a poetic way, without being overly flowery (or, conversely, outright vulgar and obscene). Hopkins' managed to construct well rounded, interesting characters who you couldn't help but feel for whilst reading. Kaeleigh and Raeanne elicit multiple emotions - frustration, anger, disgust, and sympathy, to name but a few - in a few short verses, highlighting Hopkins' skill as a story teller.
Identical was a very quick read (despite being close to 600 pages) that has opened my eyes to novels in verse, something I never thought I'd say
Labels:
book review,
contemporary,
poetry,
young adult
Friday, 13 May 2016
Last weekend, my mum and I went to Southwell Workhouse - one of the first established workhouses of Victorian Britain.
Friday, 6 May 2016
Apologies for the length of this post (and anything that don't make sense), but it's long overdue. I'm not looking for pity or sympathy, and I'm not making up excuses. I'm merely telling a story that should have been shared a long time ago.
I'm not feeling good. I haven't been for a long time. I relapsed and I'm still clawing my way out of the pit, only, my efforts have started to dry up and I can feel myself slipping again.
Labels:
about me,
mental health