-by Sarah Ockler
Honestly, I would have given this book a four out of five if it wasn't for a lot of the things that Ockler talked about. The writing was fantastic; it was beyond awesome. The way the sentences flowed together and the idea was seamlessly portrayed. The thing is, I have a huge problem with those ideas. If it hadn't been for the underage drinking, the backstabbing friendships, the secret keeping, and talking of one's virginity as an obstacle and something to just throw away, it might have been a decent book. That, and rating it PG-14, I will not be re-reading it, and won't be recommending it to anyone - especially the younguns.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
~The Murder of Roger Ackroyd~
-by Agatha Christie
It has been two weeks since I have posted, and in that amount of time, the aforementioned chickies outside the window have died, I have broken my phone, and life has become a whole lot more interesting now that summer is here and my senior year is in the past. I'm struggling here to keep up with posting regularly, and just when I thought I would be good at keeping it up, I fall down once again. But whenever I start reading other posts on my google reader, I am once again encouraged to start writing reviews and thoughts and stuff of that nature. So, on with it!
I consider myself an Agatha Christie fan. I haven't read near enough of her books to officially name myself, but every book is a surprise and I there is something about the way she writes the murder mysteries that makes me want to drop one as soon as it is finished and run to the library or bookstore or whichever is closest to grab ahold of another.
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is a hard book to review, because there as so many things I could say that would give away the ending, and all of the things that I could say are necessary for understanding the cleverness of Christie. I hate to say it, but I think I have to, because there isn't much more I can do.
You have to read it for yourself to find out.
It has been two weeks since I have posted, and in that amount of time, the aforementioned chickies outside the window have died, I have broken my phone, and life has become a whole lot more interesting now that summer is here and my senior year is in the past. I'm struggling here to keep up with posting regularly, and just when I thought I would be good at keeping it up, I fall down once again. But whenever I start reading other posts on my google reader, I am once again encouraged to start writing reviews and thoughts and stuff of that nature. So, on with it!
I consider myself an Agatha Christie fan. I haven't read near enough of her books to officially name myself, but every book is a surprise and I there is something about the way she writes the murder mysteries that makes me want to drop one as soon as it is finished and run to the library or bookstore or whichever is closest to grab ahold of another.
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is a hard book to review, because there as so many things I could say that would give away the ending, and all of the things that I could say are necessary for understanding the cleverness of Christie. I hate to say it, but I think I have to, because there isn't much more I can do.
You have to read it for yourself to find out.
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