This chapter begins with Bailey trying to mentally defy the laws of physics.
He is trying to force the sun to set faster so he can enter the circus, of course, but as with most wishing, it goes to waste. Whoof, I'm getting cynical.
Anyway, at dinner they awkwardly discuss the circus, and Caroline has to save Bailey's ass when she brings up him sneaking into the circus.
His mother wants him to take Caroline along, but she only calls him childish and refuses.
While waiting in the crowd, he wonders if the red-haired girl, aka Poppet, will be there. She is, but I'm not so sure you'll be seeing her this time around (this I say because I don't remember...).
A little lost when he finally passes through the gates, he wants to wander for...reasons.
"He thinks, also, that by simply wandering the circus he might improve his chances of happening upon the red-haired girl. Though he refuses to admit to himself that he is looking for her."
Again searching for something to represent my inner hopeless romantic...
First, though, he gets himself a mulled cider, which is, of course, delicious, before setting off. Wow, six commas.
He watches Tsukiko for a bit as she pretzels (that's definitely a word in verb form) before she disappears from a box (she's magic, too, but spoilers).
He then wanders into a tent labeled "Feats of Illustrious Illusion", where Celia is performing.
She begins her show by scaring the shit out of her audience, lighting a chair and turning the door into a solid wall. Yes, that's how you build a loyal fanbase.
She tosses her coat over the chair, smothering the flames. I'm not gonna go into too much detail, but it's as amazing as anything else in the circus, if not more.
She summons doves, creates her jacket-raven, floats chairs, etc. Bailey slowly realizes, something most people have failed to do, that the cannot possibly be tricks. She ends the performance by disappearing
This chapter ends with Bailey exiting to find a platform on which a figure turns, statuesque, while snow drifts down. It is a memorial to someone, but Bailey does not know who it is for.
Hmm, should I or shouldn't I?
I won't. It's not pleasant in the slightest.
Shatter Me Chapter Six should be up later today. Both chapters of each should be up tomorrow.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Monday, March 30, 2015
Shatter Me- Chapter Five- They're Super Duper Mean
This chapter begins with some random and unexplained exposition.
Juliette writes a few paragraphs about her power/curse. We are vaguely told that Juliette accidentally did something to her mother and her parents, who may very well be the worst people ever, turn on her, tell her that she ruined their lives.
Ouch.
Then the focus returns to the room, and outside snow is falling. After staring out the window for a depressing and indeterminate amount of time, Adam's voice breaks our hairbrained heroine (good one, Audrey) out of her reverie, asking what time it is. She tells him she doesn't know, and then comes more exposition.
"We don't really have seasons anymore.
The animals are dying, birds don't fly, crops are hard to come by, flowers almost don't exist. The weather is unreliable. Sometimes our winter hits 92 degrees. Sometimes it snows for no reason at all. We can't grow enough food anymore, we can't sustain enough vegetation for the animals anymore, and we can't feed the people what they need. Our population was dying off at an alarming rate before The Reestablishment took over and they promised us they had a solution."
I wish we were done.
"The Reestablishment promised they would fix things. But even though human health has found a modicum of relief under the new regime, more people have died at the end of a loaded gun than from an empty stomach. It's progressively getting worse."
This goes unexplained for the entire series and it's incredibly infuriating. There is no reason the world is ending or why The Reestablishment was able to take over. I would rather not have quoted that block of words, but I don't have enough information to paraphrase.
Again, Adam is there to bring her back, this time to ask about food, another thing that goes unexplained, because she explains that there is no system to the food.
He asks a question or two she doesn't answer, instead asking why he's here. This goes unanswered, just like most things in this chapter, and he only responds by saying he's not insane.
They exchange some little random quips of conversation, and she says his name out loud for once.
I'm not really in the mood to recount all the babble about The Reestablishment, so I'll just summarize it.
Juliette writes a few paragraphs about her power/curse. We are vaguely told that Juliette accidentally did something to her mother and her parents, who may very well be the worst people ever, turn on her, tell her that she ruined their lives.
Ouch.
Then the focus returns to the room, and outside snow is falling. After staring out the window for a depressing and indeterminate amount of time, Adam's voice breaks our hairbrained heroine (good one, Audrey) out of her reverie, asking what time it is. She tells him she doesn't know, and then comes more exposition.
"We don't really have seasons anymore.
The animals are dying, birds don't fly, crops are hard to come by, flowers almost don't exist. The weather is unreliable. Sometimes our winter hits 92 degrees. Sometimes it snows for no reason at all. We can't grow enough food anymore, we can't sustain enough vegetation for the animals anymore, and we can't feed the people what they need. Our population was dying off at an alarming rate before The Reestablishment took over and they promised us they had a solution."
I wish we were done.
"The Reestablishment promised they would fix things. But even though human health has found a modicum of relief under the new regime, more people have died at the end of a loaded gun than from an empty stomach. It's progressively getting worse."
This goes unexplained for the entire series and it's incredibly infuriating. There is no reason the world is ending or why The Reestablishment was able to take over. I would rather not have quoted that block of words, but I don't have enough information to paraphrase.
Again, Adam is there to bring her back, this time to ask about food, another thing that goes unexplained, because she explains that there is no system to the food.
He asks a question or two she doesn't answer, instead asking why he's here. This goes unanswered, just like most things in this chapter, and he only responds by saying he's not insane.
They exchange some little random quips of conversation, and she says his name out loud for once.
I'm not really in the mood to recount all the babble about The Reestablishment, so I'll just summarize it.
They get mildly adorable while kind-of arguing, and this chapter ends with breakfast arriving.
Next chapters of this and The Night Circus will be up tomorrow.
The Night Circus- Part Two (Illumination): Second-Person Thingy (The Hanged Man) - I Don't Get It. At All.
It's time for my favorite part of this book: useless second-person chapter-ettes! Joy.
Again, you're wandering the circus. For whatever reason, the narrator has once again decided your trivial escapades are worthy of mention.
This time, you are in a tent watching acrobats and gymnasts and trapeze artists and aerialists, etc., performing without any net below them.
Your attention is fixed on a man in a tuxedo. A silver rope suspends him above the ground by a silver rope.
He spins around for a bit before dropping suddenly.
For whatever reason, you haven't gotten over the mystique of Les Cirque des Reves yet, so you look away as he falls.
The rope catches him at eye level with the crowd, and, looking around, he takes off his hat and does an upside-down bow, which is definitely the most interesting thing in this almost-chapter.
It doesn't even deserve my usual ending this time, because it offers absolutely nothing to the story. Nothing.
We have no idea who the man is, he never comes up again, his performance lasted less than a minute and only involved him spinning and falling.
It could have anyone; it could have been Marco. It's just infuriating.
Shatter Me Chapter Five should be up later today and next chapters of both will be out tomorrow.
Again, you're wandering the circus. For whatever reason, the narrator has once again decided your trivial escapades are worthy of mention.
This time, you are in a tent watching acrobats and gymnasts and trapeze artists and aerialists, etc., performing without any net below them.
Your attention is fixed on a man in a tuxedo. A silver rope suspends him above the ground by a silver rope.
He spins around for a bit before dropping suddenly.
For whatever reason, you haven't gotten over the mystique of Les Cirque des Reves yet, so you look away as he falls.
The rope catches him at eye level with the crowd, and, looking around, he takes off his hat and does an upside-down bow, which is definitely the most interesting thing in this almost-chapter.
It doesn't even deserve my usual ending this time, because it offers absolutely nothing to the story. Nothing.
We have no idea who the man is, he never comes up again, his performance lasted less than a minute and only involved him spinning and falling.
It could have anyone; it could have been Marco. It's just infuriating.
Shatter Me Chapter Five should be up later today and next chapters of both will be out tomorrow.
Shatter Me- Chapter Four- Kind Of Adorable
This chapter begins with Juliette being very unconvincing.
She writes"I am not insane" more times than I care to count right now, but it takes up about 3/4 of the page.
She's only trying to convince herself, of course, but still. At this point I think even the worst narcissist would begin to question themselves.
She then wakes up, meaning the words were a dream...I guess, or something she wrote before. I don't know.
Anyway, Adam is staring at her.
They kind of wave off the fact that she just woke up screaming.
He asks if she's okay. When she doesn't answer, he apparently reads her thoughts. This happens a lot in this series, I think, characters being able to tell exactly what to say to each other. It's kind of lazy, really.
"'You're not insane.'
My eyes snap up. His head is cocked, his eyed focused and clear despite the shroud that envelops us. He takes a deep breath. 'I thought everyone in here was insane,' he continues.
'I thought they'd locked me up with a psycho.'
I take a sharp hit of oxygen. 'Funny. So did I.'"
He smiles at her, something she's not used to, and she offers his blanket to him. He refuses and asks if he can sit next to her.
I might not have mentioned this, but Juliette is constantly scratching out words. When he asks, she first writes "That would be wonderful." She refuses, though, and he returns to his bed.
They have some wonderfully awkward conversation about him being feverish and sleeping without his clothes on. He asks again for her name, and she finally tells him.
She's still all lonely and fawning over him without remembering that she used to be in love with him, and we end this chapter with some internal fireworks over him repeating her name.
"In 17 years no one has said my name like that."
My inner hopeless romantic and the rational part of me are gathering their weapons.
Next chapters of this and The Night Circus should be out before midnight today.
She writes
She's only trying to convince herself, of course, but still. At this point I think even the worst narcissist would begin to question themselves.
She then wakes up, meaning the words were a dream...I guess, or something she wrote before. I don't know.
Anyway, Adam is staring at her.
They kind of wave off the fact that she just woke up screaming.
He asks if she's okay. When she doesn't answer, he apparently reads her thoughts. This happens a lot in this series, I think, characters being able to tell exactly what to say to each other. It's kind of lazy, really.
"'You're not insane.'
My eyes snap up. His head is cocked, his eyed focused and clear despite the shroud that envelops us. He takes a deep breath. 'I thought everyone in here was insane,' he continues.
'I thought they'd locked me up with a psycho.'
I take a sharp hit of oxygen. 'Funny. So did I.'"
He smiles at her, something she's not used to, and she offers his blanket to him. He refuses and asks if he can sit next to her.
I might not have mentioned this, but Juliette is constantly scratching out words. When he asks, she first writes "
They have some wonderfully awkward conversation about him being feverish and sleeping without his clothes on. He asks again for her name, and she finally tells him.
She's still all lonely and fawning over him without remembering that she used to be in love with him, and we end this chapter with some internal fireworks over him repeating her name.
"
My inner hopeless romantic and the rational part of me are gathering their weapons.
Next chapters of this and The Night Circus should be out before midnight today.
The Night Circus- Part Two (Illumination): Chapter Seventeen (Opening Night III: Smoke and Mirrors) - Confusingly Menacing
Again these little preludes. Anyway, today, or yesterday technically, was quite a day, and I was too busy to post because I was wandering the streets like a vagabond and swinging around very fast at 865 feet in the air.
When I finally returned to the hotel, it was after midnight. So I'll be posting at least four times today to make up, if not more. Sorry for any disappointments, but Vegas is a hell of a place.
This chapter begins with Chandresh ( who I often end up comparing to M. Night Shyamalan) wandering the circus on opening night.
Just now I realize I didn't actually explain this, but this is the first night the circus has ever performed, which is pretty important, actually. Whoops!
Anyway, he is searching in vain for Marco during the bonfire, and runs into Tara Burgess.
Apparently, Tara and Lainie aren't even twins...this is only mentioned subtlety, but damn. I'm no geneticist, but I have to wonder what the odds are that they could look exactly the same when one is at least nine months older than the other. I guess you'd have to know their parent's gene pools and...God, I'm sorry. I have to stop doing this. Soon this blog will just be me waxing about the romanticism of quantum entanglement.
Focus, Audrey.
When the last chime rings and while Celia has her 'moment', Chandresh stumbles, claiming: "I feel rather dizzy".
As Tara is helping him walk, Marco appears behind them, having just finished his binding spell.
He soothes Tara and helps Chandresh away to somewhere else, and in this chapter, Morgenstern has written Marco in as more menacing than usual. Maybe it's just his ambiguity about the spell and how little Tara knows, but he seems more sneaky-sneaky and appears to be following a different modus operandi than usual.
After he takes Chandresh away, Tara meets up with Lainie and they talk about Marco, though between the two there is not much to be said about Chandresh's young and (for now) uncharacteristically elusive assistant.
This chapter ends with Tara putting aside the question and the two not-twins strolling away through the circus.
Chapter Four of Shatter Me will be up in a short while and next chapters of both will be out later today.
When I finally returned to the hotel, it was after midnight. So I'll be posting at least four times today to make up, if not more. Sorry for any disappointments, but Vegas is a hell of a place.
This chapter begins with Chandresh ( who I often end up comparing to M. Night Shyamalan) wandering the circus on opening night.
Just now I realize I didn't actually explain this, but this is the first night the circus has ever performed, which is pretty important, actually. Whoops!
Anyway, he is searching in vain for Marco during the bonfire, and runs into Tara Burgess.
Apparently, Tara and Lainie aren't even twins...this is only mentioned subtlety, but damn. I'm no geneticist, but I have to wonder what the odds are that they could look exactly the same when one is at least nine months older than the other. I guess you'd have to know their parent's gene pools and...God, I'm sorry. I have to stop doing this. Soon this blog will just be me waxing about the romanticism of quantum entanglement.
Focus, Audrey.
When the last chime rings and while Celia has her 'moment', Chandresh stumbles, claiming: "I feel rather dizzy".
As Tara is helping him walk, Marco appears behind them, having just finished his binding spell.
He soothes Tara and helps Chandresh away to somewhere else, and in this chapter, Morgenstern has written Marco in as more menacing than usual. Maybe it's just his ambiguity about the spell and how little Tara knows, but he seems more sneaky-sneaky and appears to be following a different modus operandi than usual.
After he takes Chandresh away, Tara meets up with Lainie and they talk about Marco, though between the two there is not much to be said about Chandresh's young and (for now) uncharacteristically elusive assistant.
This chapter ends with Tara putting aside the question and the two not-twins strolling away through the circus.
Chapter Four of Shatter Me will be up in a short while and next chapters of both will be out later today.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Survey Sunday
Well, the third chapter of The Selection is in progress, but again, I hate the first few chapters so it's going slowly.
Anyway, I vowed to have a survey every Sunday, and because my next post won't be out until Monday, here it is:
Audrey's cat
Anyway, I vowed to have a survey every Sunday, and because my next post won't be out until Monday, here it is:
Audrey's cat
-OR-
My cat
Let us know in the comments!
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Shatter Me- Chapter Three- Shower Time!
This chapter begins with Adam acting awfully vulnerable.
He lets Juliette drag him along to the shower, feebly questioning what she's doing.
As they walk in the dark, she silently notes his muscle mass (again) and reminisces about the last blue eyed boy she know, which, big surprise! is Adam.
They get in the shower together, and the whole experience ends up fairly anticlimactic, actually, which is mostly because Juliette still thinks she'll accidentally kill him.
There's some dark awkwardness about clothing, but because they only have two minutes, they have to move quickly.
After they dress, Juliette goes mildly insane when Adam touches the small of her back, even though she told him to grab her shirt so he could lead her out.
When they return, he's being much nicer. He apologizes for being an asshole and Juliette is struggling with conflicting horniness.
"He doesn't touch me and I'mdisappointed happy he doesn't. I wish he would. He shouldn't. No one should ever touch me."
I would say she shouldn't be so hard on herself, but since she hasn't figured out how to control it, she's kind of right.
He tells her his name, which I said two chapters ago and gives her her mattress and both their blankets. Aww, how sweet. He's giving back what he stole only after you were in the shower together.
For whatever reason, Juliette can't remember that the "other" blue eyed boy was named Adam, which is very weird considering she constantly shows obsessive behavior and was in love with him.
We end this chapter with me saying that we'll get to that later.
Next chapters of The Night Circus and this review should be out tomorrow.
He lets Juliette drag him along to the shower, feebly questioning what she's doing.
As they walk in the dark, she silently notes his muscle mass (again) and reminisces about the last blue eyed boy she know, which, big surprise! is Adam.
They get in the shower together, and the whole experience ends up fairly anticlimactic, actually, which is mostly because Juliette still thinks she'll accidentally kill him.
There's some dark awkwardness about clothing, but because they only have two minutes, they have to move quickly.
After they dress, Juliette goes mildly insane when Adam touches the small of her back, even though she told him to grab her shirt so he could lead her out.
When they return, he's being much nicer. He apologizes for being an asshole and Juliette is struggling with conflicting horniness.
"He doesn't touch me and I'm
I would say she shouldn't be so hard on herself, but since she hasn't figured out how to control it, she's kind of right.
He tells her his name, which I said two chapters ago and gives her her mattress and both their blankets. Aww, how sweet. He's giving back what he stole only after you were in the shower together.
For whatever reason, Juliette can't remember that the "other" blue eyed boy was named Adam, which is very weird considering she constantly shows obsessive behavior and was in love with him.
We end this chapter with me saying that we'll get to that later.
Next chapters of The Night Circus and this review should be out tomorrow.
The Night Circus- Part Two (Illumination)- Chapter Seventeen (Opening Night II: Sparks) -The Closest to Harry Potter We're Gonna Get
Before I begin this chapter, I have some news.
It is, of course, Spring Break, and I have found myself in Las Vegas. I only have my phone and Kindle for blogging, which will make it significantly more difficult to post, but I will do my absolute best to get in two posts every day- one for The Night Circus, and one for Shatter Me. Enjoy!
It is, of course, Spring Break, and I have found myself in Las Vegas. I only have my phone and Kindle for blogging, which will make it significantly more difficult to post, but I will do my absolute best to get in two posts every day- one for The Night Circus, and one for Shatter Me. Enjoy!
This chapter begins with Marco being all sneaky. He's been working more and more on the circus, now that he knows it is indeed the venue for the competition. During the bonfire lighting, he is watching carefully.
At the last chime of the clock, he focuses on the fire.
At the last chime of the clock, he focuses on the fire.
Meanwhile, Celia has just finished performing. Attempting to make her way to the bonfire, she is swept up in the crowd around the Murray twins.
When Marco does whatever it is he does, some sort of binding spell, she can feel it strongly.
When Marco does whatever it is he does, some sort of binding spell, she can feel it strongly.
"It courses though her body, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine, almost knocking her off her feet."
I'm going to choose to avoid the easy innuendo here, using every fiber of my decency.
Tsukiko cryptically soothes her, not letting on whether or not she knows what has just happened (I'm assuming she does).
Tsukiko cryptically soothes her, not letting on whether or not she knows what has just happened (I'm assuming she does).
I actually didn't remember this, but apparently Celia still isn't aware her opponent is Marco, which makes sense, because she hasn't seen him work his magic (literal or otherwise). Anyway, this chapter ends with her knowing the binding spell is the work of her opponent, and being unsure of what to do.
Curse these short chapters. I always feel like I'm disappointing by not saying more, but there's not really any more I can say about four pages of content that can be easily summarized in a few paragraphs without spoiling more than usual.
Anyway, on to today's Shatter Me episode!
Chapter Eighteen and Shatter Me Chapter Four should be out tomorrow.
Chapter Eighteen and Shatter Me Chapter Four should be out tomorrow.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
The Selection- Chapter Two
So... America has just snuck into her family's treehouse to see Aspen, her secret love. They talk for a while about the "stupid letter", and then one of the many great quotes in this book comes: "That was my great ambition. Not to be Illea's princess. To be Aspen's." Kiera Cass goes on for a bit about how it was "atypical" for people to marry down a caste, how America is in love with Aspen, how amazing and pretty Aspen is, and all that jazz. God that was a badly written sentence.
Anyway, Aspen has two younger sisters who have just turned 16 and are going to enter the Selection. And because America is a "kind hearted" (not really) she gives Aspen her leftovers from dinner and says, "Oh, hey, I brought us a snack." Translation: I know you're starving so I didn't eat my dinner and instead I'm giving it to you.
And because Aspen is a stupid jerk-face and should die in hell, he tells America to enter the Selection even though she CLEARLY LOVES HIM!!!! You all now know why I hate Aspen.
So, he makes her sign up, and eventually get picked, (spoiler alert) she tries to tell him that she does not love Maxon (the prince), and never will. My inner hopeless romantic (yes, I have one too) jumps up and down with joy at this because IT IS A LIE!!!!!!
So yeah. I apologize, by the way, about the lack of reviews from me. This is partly due to the fact that the first few chapters of The Selection are boring as hell. Hopefully as I get into later chapters I will be posting more frequently.
And remember Survey Sunday? Yeah that thing. So since I didn't post last week, we didn't have a poll, so sorry about that. Anyway, since I am a Harry Potter fanatic, I am taking an imaginary unbreakable bond to have a survey every Sunday. Audrey, I give you permission to give me a punishment of your choice if I break that bond.
And to quote Audrey, chapter three should be out by Sunday.
Anyway, Aspen has two younger sisters who have just turned 16 and are going to enter the Selection. And because America is a "kind hearted" (not really) she gives Aspen her leftovers from dinner and says, "Oh, hey, I brought us a snack." Translation: I know you're starving so I didn't eat my dinner and instead I'm giving it to you.
And because Aspen is a stupid jerk-face and should die in hell, he tells America to enter the Selection even though she CLEARLY LOVES HIM!!!! You all now know why I hate Aspen.
So, he makes her sign up, and eventually get picked, (spoiler alert) she tries to tell him that she does not love Maxon (the prince), and never will. My inner hopeless romantic (yes, I have one too) jumps up and down with joy at this because IT IS A LIE!!!!!!
So yeah. I apologize, by the way, about the lack of reviews from me. This is partly due to the fact that the first few chapters of The Selection are boring as hell. Hopefully as I get into later chapters I will be posting more frequently.
And remember Survey Sunday? Yeah that thing. So since I didn't post last week, we didn't have a poll, so sorry about that. Anyway, since I am a Harry Potter fanatic, I am taking an imaginary unbreakable bond to have a survey every Sunday. Audrey, I give you permission to give me a punishment of your choice if I break that bond.
And to quote Audrey, chapter three should be out by Sunday.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
The Night Circus- Part Two (Illumination): Chapter Sixteen (Opening Night I: Inception) - More Like CONception, Am I Right?
We begin Part 2 with some circus babble.
It's opening day and everything's all mystical and lovely, and at midnight, the trippy pyrotechnics begin.
Fire performers shoot arrows into the bonfire, changing it from yellow to light blue to pink to orange to red to crimson to wine-color to violet to indigo to midnight blue to black, which, for some reason makes everyone stay.
If you were planning on leaving, meaning what was in the tents was unsatisfying, then how would turning a fire different colors give any more incentive to stay? The things in the tents are at least 3 times better.
Anyway, while the spectators, who are both easily and uneasily impressed, wander around, the assistant and wife to the wild-cat tamer is in labor. They bring in a doctor to help her deliver, but this is the late 1800s, and doctors won't use epidurals for another sixty years, so all I can say is ouch.
She delivers twins within a thirteen-minute period: Winston and Penelope Murray, to the disappointment of Chandresh, because he wanted the circus to have an act with identical twins.
The children both have seriously red hair, a color Tsukiko describes as "auspicious", of course without elaborating. I have to wonder if even she knows what she's talking about sometimes.
"Close to dawn, when the circus is emptying, they are taken for a walk around the tents and into the courtyard. The purpose is ostensibly to lull them to sleep, but they stay awake, watching the lights and the costumes and the stripes on the tents around them, strangely alert for being only a few hours old."
You might not have identical twins, Chandresh, but it appears you've got some Children of the Corn on your hands.
The chapter ends with the two sleeping at dawn in an iron crib, the sender of which is unknown. At some point, the two are nicknamed, and it is here we learn the name the red-haired girl is called (which places her and Bailey at around the same age, by the way): Poppet. Oh, and Widget.
Chapter Seventeen, as well as Chapter Three of Shatter Me should be out before next Monday.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Shatter Me- Chapter Two- Yes He Can And Yes He Is
This chapter begins with a weird level of reliance on clouds.
Juliette has woken up from her position on the floor, because Adam is being an ass, and can smell the rain on the air. A rare science-y moment here (the benefits of being related to a microbiologist), the smell of rain everyone loves is due partly to ozone (which everyone knows, I think) and partly due to bacteria in the soil producing spores that rise to the surface when it rains.
I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from. Get it together, Audrey, this is a book review, not a Random Facts Corner.
Anyway, for whatever reason, Juliette feels very strongly about clouds, as she says (and this was highlighted 430 times on Kindle, by the way) "Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too."
Ok, Juliette, you might think you're crazy, but don't tell me, or Adam, for that matter, that you only remember your heart beats whenever it rains.
She wheedles on with some depressing rain metaphors, which I do actually love, because without metaphors I could never explain anything to anyone.
Then Sire Douchebag wakes up and is "studying" her. Oh, Juliette, in a few days he'll be doing a lot more "studying", make no mistake.
He asks her name again, she mentally spouts more metaphors. You know, maybe instead of synopses for each book, I should just compile the best metaphors, because there are literally hundreds.
Anyway, we actually get a little character from Adam this chapter. He's still unreasonably pissed, considering he's questioning her while sitting on her bed, but anyway. He says "You're afraid of me" in that not-question way, and she's like, "No'mnot... (yes I am)."
There's food brought to them and he burns his hands. He snaps at her and she realizes that he's the kind of guy that gets embarrassed when he's not at his most masculine and stoic in front of a girl. Yeah, that's not going to get any better.
She has a metaphor about a white bird that actually kind of isn't-but that won't come up for a loooooong while.
And then...he touches her.
"His hand.
On me.
2 tips
of 2 fingers graze my cloth-covered shoulder for less than a second and every muscle every tendon in my body is fraught with tension and tied into knots that clench my spine. I stay very still. I don't move. I don't breathe. Maybe if I don't move, this feeling will last forever." You see why I want to go over this with a red pen?
Now this is actually fairly reasonable considering how Juliette has been raised. I'm gonna go ahead and spoil this.
Juliette has a curse (or at least it is for now). When she touches people with her bare skin, it causes them extreme pain and, if contact is prolonged, death.
Without controlling it, there are only two people that we know of that can touch her without the pain: Adam and Much Better Guy. But we won't get to him for a bit.
Calling the other person Much Better Guy isn't to say that Adam and her aren't cute. But there's a very significant difference in the way Adam treats her and the way Other Guy does, and it's one of the reasons Other Guy is much, much better for her. He's not abusive or anything...damn, I can't explain this very well without spoiling everything.
Moving on, Adam, caring a lot more than he has been, asks if she's hungry, and she says no. But she recognizes his eyes, and writes "It's not him not him not him not him not him."
It is. But that'll come up in a chapter or two.
She's writing the events of the day in her notebook, so while she's furiously scribbling with her broken pen, he asks first what she's writing and then why she won't answer. Adam, it's not like she's writing anything nice. While you asked her that, she was literally writing:
"These words are vomit.
This shaky pen is my esophagus.
This sheet of paper is my porcelain bowl."
Lovely, right?
She goes back to thinking weird metaphors and about the bird that comes up again, and then there's some sentences that make me have to reign in my inner hopeless romantic, sit them down, and lecture them very sternly about thinking the wrong couple is adorable. It's like thinking Meredith should have ended up with Finn and not Derek, for anyone who watches Grey's Anatomy.
"'Hey-'
'You can't touch me,' I whisper. I'm lying, is what I don't tell him. He can touch me, is what I'll never tell him. Please touch me, is what I want to tell him."
By the way, she doesn't know he can touch her without getting hurt; she's just speaking literally. Rest assured, Juliette, he'll touch you quite soon. Oh God, that sounds weird. I'm not going to delete it though, partly because it's kind of funny and partly because I don't know how else to phrase it.
This chapter ends with the signal for shower time. Oh boy.
Chapter Three should be out before next Monday and Chapter Sixteen of The Night Circus will hopefully be up in a day or two. Also, for YA novels I have a tested playlist that basically fits every romantic format, so I'll probably try to put that in soon.
Juliette has woken up from her position on the floor, because Adam is being an ass, and can smell the rain on the air. A rare science-y moment here (the benefits of being related to a microbiologist), the smell of rain everyone loves is due partly to ozone (which everyone knows, I think) and partly due to bacteria in the soil producing spores that rise to the surface when it rains.
I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from. Get it together, Audrey, this is a book review, not a Random Facts Corner.
Anyway, for whatever reason, Juliette feels very strongly about clouds, as she says (and this was highlighted 430 times on Kindle, by the way) "Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too."
Ok, Juliette, you might think you're crazy, but don't tell me, or Adam, for that matter, that you only remember your heart beats whenever it rains.
She wheedles on with some depressing rain metaphors, which I do actually love, because without metaphors I could never explain anything to anyone.
Then Sire Douchebag wakes up and is "studying" her. Oh, Juliette, in a few days he'll be doing a lot more "studying", make no mistake.
He asks her name again, she mentally spouts more metaphors. You know, maybe instead of synopses for each book, I should just compile the best metaphors, because there are literally hundreds.
Anyway, we actually get a little character from Adam this chapter. He's still unreasonably pissed, considering he's questioning her while sitting on her bed, but anyway. He says "You're afraid of me" in that not-question way, and she's like, "No'mnot... (yes I am)."
There's food brought to them and he burns his hands. He snaps at her and she realizes that he's the kind of guy that gets embarrassed when he's not at his most masculine and stoic in front of a girl. Yeah, that's not going to get any better.
She has a metaphor about a white bird that actually kind of isn't-but that won't come up for a loooooong while.
And then...he touches her.
"His hand.
On me.
2 tips
of 2 fingers graze my cloth-covered shoulder for less than a second and every muscle every tendon in my body is fraught with tension and tied into knots that clench my spine. I stay very still. I don't move. I don't breathe. Maybe if I don't move, this feeling will last forever." You see why I want to go over this with a red pen?
Now this is actually fairly reasonable considering how Juliette has been raised. I'm gonna go ahead and spoil this.
Juliette has a curse (or at least it is for now). When she touches people with her bare skin, it causes them extreme pain and, if contact is prolonged, death.
Without controlling it, there are only two people that we know of that can touch her without the pain: Adam and Much Better Guy. But we won't get to him for a bit.
Calling the other person Much Better Guy isn't to say that Adam and her aren't cute. But there's a very significant difference in the way Adam treats her and the way Other Guy does, and it's one of the reasons Other Guy is much, much better for her. He's not abusive or anything...damn, I can't explain this very well without spoiling everything.
Moving on, Adam, caring a lot more than he has been, asks if she's hungry, and she says no. But she recognizes his eyes, and writes "
It is. But that'll come up in a chapter or two.
She's writing the events of the day in her notebook, so while she's furiously scribbling with her broken pen, he asks first what she's writing and then why she won't answer. Adam, it's not like she's writing anything nice. While you asked her that, she was literally writing:
Lovely, right?
"'Hey-'
'You can't touch me,' I whisper. I'm lying, is what I don't tell him. He can touch me, is what I'll never tell him. Please touch me, is what I want to tell him."
By the way, she doesn't know he can touch her without getting hurt; she's just speaking literally. Rest assured, Juliette, he'll touch you quite soon. Oh God, that sounds weird. I'm not going to delete it though, partly because it's kind of funny and partly because I don't know how else to phrase it.
This chapter ends with the signal for shower time. Oh boy.
Chapter Three should be out before next Monday and Chapter Sixteen of The Night Circus will hopefully be up in a day or two. Also, for YA novels I have a tested playlist that basically fits every romantic format, so I'll probably try to put that in soon.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
The Night Circus Part One (Primordium) Synopsis- 15 Down, 60 to Go!
So we begin our exquisite spiderweb of complexity, horrible parenting, and massive time-jumps with a bit of second-person babble that has absolutely no effect on the plot or characters, and we learn that Morgenstern, for whatever reason, chose not to give the circus the same name as the title, instead calling it Le Cirque des Reves (The Circus of Dreams). Makes sense, right?
The actual story begins with Hector meeting his daughter Celia, with a letter attached to her giving him full custody, a serious mistake. A magician who uses real magic, Hector realizes his daughter has the same abilities he does and begins training her abusively. After several months, he meets with an old friend, who is eventually referred to as Mr. A. H-, proposing something worthy of all the Douchebag Awards I can find on the Internet.
For decades, the two have been playing the worst game ever. They each choose a student and bind them together using some vague magic, then make them compete. This isn't like Harry Potter, though: there are no impressive duels, no actual villain. It's just two selfish men watching two people who are irreversibly linked, goading them to fight. The ending of each competition, one thing I won't spoil just yet, is unpleasant, to make a vague understatement.
Mr. A. H-, also known as the man in the grey suit, agrees, and acquires a student of his own. He raises the boy, who eventually chooses to call himself Marco Alisdair, un-abusively but without kindness, and moves him to a flat of his own before his nineteenth birthday (and he meets a character who he'll string along for an unfortunate amount of time: his kind-of girlfriend, Isobel Martin). At this point, Celia is sixteen and her father is using her to make money by pretending to be a spiritual medium.
The man in the grey suit employs Marco in the service of Chandresh Lefevre, a perfectionist with a flair for the dramatic. Chandresh holds lavish Midnight Dinners for whatever reason, I guess because he's rich, and at one he shows a very specific group of people his new idea: a circus that opens at midnight and closes at dawn. Yes, this is The Night Circus, though it is instead named Le Cirque Des Reves, and it will be the setting for the competition between Marco and Celia.
We then jump thirteen years forward to meet Bailey Clarke, a boy who is bored with farm life and in love with The Night Circus. One day, his sister Caroline dares him to break in to the Night Circus, as it currently visiting his hometown of Concord, Massachusetts. He agrees, and after finding his way inside, is confronted by a red-haired girl, the name of whom is another rare thing I'll decide to keep secret. She leads him out, and gives him a white glove as proof that he made it inside.
Then, we return to find that Hector has faked his own death, because he accidentally turned himself invisible, and is caring even less about what Celia does, retiring to their upstairs parlor.
At a particular Circus Dinner, a subset of the Midnight Dinners, some unplanned entertainment arrives in the form of Tsukiko, a contortionist with a very impressive tattoo and enough crypticness to rival Mr. A. H-. After performing for the group, Chandresh and the others convince Tsukiko to join the circus, and she's actually going to be important later.
One of the members of Circus Incorporated, Mr. Barris, then enlists Herr Frederick Thiessen to make the best damn clock in the whole damn universe, and he does. I'm not gonna explain the clock's intricacies again, but he sends it in and receives enough money to retire for it; however, he chooses to continue making the world's best clocks.
Celia then auditions as the circus's illusionists, showcasing the amazing skill that has come from over a decade of abuse and leading Marco, who is Chandresh's assistant, to have a near-mental breakdown, partly because he just realized she's his stronger opponent in the competition and partly because he really really really wants to jump her bones. Isobel becomes suspicious of this when he tells her about Celia and she consults her tarot cards. Of course, she gets the job. Isobel considers joining the circus as a fortune-teller, which, in the end, will just give her front-row seats to the awkward romantic dance between Marco and Celia.
For the end of Part One, we return to Bailey, who is almost sixteen and whose future is in question. His grandmother wants him to go to Harvard, while his father is adamant that he will take over the farm. His grandmother tells him that she just wants him to have more opportunity, that he should follow his dreams, while his father tells him his opinion doesn't matter. Bailey begins to take long walks, and one day, he looks up from his book, sitting in the oak tree where his sister first dared him to enter the circus, and sees the tents of the circus in the field they had been in before.
To all of us. We've made it 20% through the book (technically 24%, according to my Kindle). Only 60 chapters to go!
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Shatter Me- Chapter One - That Wasn't Very Nice
This book begins with our protagonist (Juliette Ferrars, though her name won't actually be said until the end of the fourth chapter) countin' stuff.
She's been in an asylum for 264 days, locked up by members of The Reestablishment, an" "initiative that was supposed to help our dying society." This book, at least for the first book, follows the YA guidelines very closely, so for now, we can expect oodles of apocalyptic and romancey babble.
Juliette is writing in a notebook with a broken pen, because it's all she has. Throughout the book, there are crossed-out lines of text featuring such lovely thoughts as "We hope you rot to death in this place" and "Another psycho just like you". Does anyone else feel all warm and fuzzy inside? As the series progresses though, she crosses out words less and counts less as she realizes who she is and how strong she is. It's a pretty cool concept.
Anyway, all this obsessive counting and crossing out stuff gives the impression that she's crazy, and at this point, she seems to believe it herself. Tahreh Mafi uses lurid metaphors constantly to explain Juliette's experiences and thoughts, but they don't always make a lot of sense. Take this for example:
"The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and reds and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window." Probably indicating something about how she's cut off from life in her cell, but there are a lot easier and more practical, for lack of a better word, ways to say this. There's some babble about less trees and scientists talking about the world that once was, so on, so on.
The main focus of this chapter: our girl gets a friend. Problem is, right now, he's being an ass. She's given a male cellmate, and her reaction to this is pretty severe.
"Dear God.
They're trying to kill me."
He has very tattooed arms, a missing eyebrow ring, dark blue eyes, brown hair, a sharp jawline, and a "strong lean frame." All of this, by the way, is written without commas, which I get for the purpose of the writing style, but seriously? It's like torture. I just want to go over the whole thing with a red pen.
She crosses out the word "gorgeous" and replaces it with "Dangerous. Terrifying. Horrible." When she runs to the corner, he steals her bed and pillow and connects it to his, making her sleep on the floor.
In the other review, Hector got the Terrible Parent Award, and I think this guy deserves an award, too.
She's been in an asylum for 264 days, locked up by members of The Reestablishment, an" "initiative that was supposed to help our dying society." This book, at least for the first book, follows the YA guidelines very closely, so for now, we can expect oodles of apocalyptic and romancey babble.
Juliette is writing in a notebook with a broken pen, because it's all she has. Throughout the book, there are crossed-out lines of text featuring such lovely thoughts as "We hope you rot to death in this place" and "Another psycho just like you". Does anyone else feel all warm and fuzzy inside? As the series progresses though, she crosses out words less and counts less as she realizes who she is and how strong she is. It's a pretty cool concept.
Anyway, all this obsessive counting and crossing out stuff gives the impression that she's crazy, and at this point, she seems to believe it herself. Tahreh Mafi uses lurid metaphors constantly to explain Juliette's experiences and thoughts, but they don't always make a lot of sense. Take this for example:
"The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and reds and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window." Probably indicating something about how she's cut off from life in her cell, but there are a lot easier and more practical, for lack of a better word, ways to say this. There's some babble about less trees and scientists talking about the world that once was, so on, so on.
The main focus of this chapter: our girl gets a friend. Problem is, right now, he's being an ass. She's given a male cellmate, and her reaction to this is pretty severe.
"Dear God.
They're trying to kill me."
He has very tattooed arms, a missing eyebrow ring, dark blue eyes, brown hair, a sharp jawline, and a "strong lean frame." All of this, by the way, is written without commas, which I get for the purpose of the writing style, but seriously? It's like torture. I just want to go over the whole thing with a red pen.
She crosses out the word "gorgeous" and replaces it with "Dangerous. Terrifying. Horrible." When she runs to the corner, he steals her bed and pillow and connects it to his, making her sleep on the floor.
In the other review, Hector got the Terrible Parent Award, and I think this guy deserves an award, too.
I wish I could say he gets better.
He then expects some conversation from her, telling her he won't hurt her and then asking her name. When she doesn't respond, he has the nerve to get irritated, before turning over on the bed that's, you know, HERS. Dammit Adam, (that's his name, though that's not said either), how do you expect Juliette to like you? By some miracle though, she does, which makes sense because 99.9% of the people on Earth are physically unable to touch her and he's the first one who can, but for your sakes, people, don't get attached to Adam. The person behind Juliette's Door Number Two is far better.
Sorry, but I can't bear to string people along this time.
This chapter ends with Juliette sleeping on the floor and refusing to sleep, because "I cannot hear those screams again."
Chapter Two should be out by next Saturday, as well as The Night Circus Part One Synopsis. In case you haven't noticed, Saturday is the day my production spikes upward.
The Night Circus- Part One (Primordium): Chapter Fifteen (Hidden Things) - Just Run Away With the Circus Already
This chapter begins with Bailey's future being argued over, even though it's obvious he's just gonna end up with the circus and the red-haired girl that gave him the glove. At least it is to me, who already read the book...Whoops!
Moving on, Bailey's grandmother is demanding that he attend Harvard, and Bailey agrees, but his father is obstinate that he's going to take over the farm.
This is more time-jumpy stuff, as this chapter takes place in the fall of 1902, and Bailey is sixteen. This is about a year after Celia and Marco finally stop screwing around...or start screwing around. Aaaannnyway, the competition is getting serious while Bailey tries to decide if he wants to go to Harvard.
Note: I forgot to mention this earlier, but this competition isn't like Harry Potter. It isn't a flat-out battle. It can't be, because Hector and Mr. A. H-, despite having done this for many, many years, haven't realized that you can't bring people together so permanently and forcefully and then expect them to fight to the death.
Bailey hasn't made up his mind. He doesn't know if he'll like Harvard, but he knows that nothing exciting is waiting for him on the farm. The arguments with his father on the subject become more and more heated. His grandmother begins to invite him singularly to her house in Cambridge.
One day, she tells him that she's not going to force him to, that she thinks it will give him more opportunity. When Bailey says he has a responsibility to the farm, she says something that my Kindle says has been highlighted by 1457 people (including me):
"'Follow your dreams, Bailey,' she says. 'Be they Harvard or something else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself.'"
However, his father continues not to give two shits, in a very Hector-like fashion.
"'Doesn't my opinion matter?' he asks one evening, before the conversation escalate to door slamming.
'No, it does not,' his father answers."
Well then.
He begins taking long walks, often ending up at the oak tree. He moves a box of personal treasures up into its branches, including several pages filled with his written details of the circus, and then the red-haired girl comes up again. He has not written anything about her, or told anyone, but while the circus was there, he went searching for her, failing twice to find her. "The only proof he has now that the girl even existed, and it was not a figment of his imagination, is the glove."
On "a grey Saturday morning," Bailey wakes early, does his chores, and returns to the tree. He sits reading a book for a while in the branches, and this chapter ends with him looking up and seeing the tents of the circus in the field where it had been the last time.
Oh, and don't worry, Bailey. You'll see her again.
Chapter Sixteen should be up by next Saturday. I'm reinstating the Shatter Me review, as, by some miracle, I've managed to settle my schedule into a recognizable routine. There should be at least one chapter of both books every week. Also, the next post of The Night Circus will be the Part One synopsis, meaning that, at this rate, this review will be completed sometime in June.
Moving on, Bailey's grandmother is demanding that he attend Harvard, and Bailey agrees, but his father is obstinate that he's going to take over the farm.
This is more time-jumpy stuff, as this chapter takes place in the fall of 1902, and Bailey is sixteen. This is about a year after Celia and Marco finally stop screwing around...or start screwing around. Aaaannnyway, the competition is getting serious while Bailey tries to decide if he wants to go to Harvard.
Note: I forgot to mention this earlier, but this competition isn't like Harry Potter. It isn't a flat-out battle. It can't be, because Hector and Mr. A. H-, despite having done this for many, many years, haven't realized that you can't bring people together so permanently and forcefully and then expect them to fight to the death.
Bailey hasn't made up his mind. He doesn't know if he'll like Harvard, but he knows that nothing exciting is waiting for him on the farm. The arguments with his father on the subject become more and more heated. His grandmother begins to invite him singularly to her house in Cambridge.
One day, she tells him that she's not going to force him to, that she thinks it will give him more opportunity. When Bailey says he has a responsibility to the farm, she says something that my Kindle says has been highlighted by 1457 people (including me):
"'Follow your dreams, Bailey,' she says. 'Be they Harvard or something else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself.'"
However, his father continues not to give two shits, in a very Hector-like fashion.
"'Doesn't my opinion matter?' he asks one evening, before the conversation escalate to door slamming.
'No, it does not,' his father answers."
Well then.
He begins taking long walks, often ending up at the oak tree. He moves a box of personal treasures up into its branches, including several pages filled with his written details of the circus, and then the red-haired girl comes up again. He has not written anything about her, or told anyone, but while the circus was there, he went searching for her, failing twice to find her. "The only proof he has now that the girl even existed, and it was not a figment of his imagination, is the glove."
On "a grey Saturday morning," Bailey wakes early, does his chores, and returns to the tree. He sits reading a book for a while in the branches, and this chapter ends with him looking up and seeing the tents of the circus in the field where it had been the last time.
Oh, and don't worry, Bailey. You'll see her again.
Chapter Sixteen should be up by next Saturday. I'm reinstating the Shatter Me review, as, by some miracle, I've managed to settle my schedule into a recognizable routine. There should be at least one chapter of both books every week. Also, the next post of The Night Circus will be the Part One synopsis, meaning that, at this rate, this review will be completed sometime in June.
The Night Circus- Part One (Primordium): Second-Person Thingymajiggy (Fire and Light) - Uggghhhh...Not Another One
Calloo! Callay! More stuff that doesn't add anything to the plot or even exposition to any of the actual characters! My favorite.
This...chapter-thing...begins with you continuing your journey into the The Ni- Le Cirque des Reves, which for some reason has to span three chapter-things.
You've reached the courtyard, where there are vendors selling what may very well be the best food ever, as well as Tsukiko pretzel-ing and a juggler throwin' stuff.
The main focus of this little page-and-a-half: the bonfire, which actually is pretty awesome. We just don't get to why yet.
Mesmerized by it, you walk toward it , and see that the flames are (for now) "white as snow as they dance."
I feel enlightened.
Chapter Fifteen should be out by next Saturday.
This...chapter-thing...begins with you continuing your journey into the The Ni- Le Cirque des Reves, which for some reason has to span three chapter-things.
You've reached the courtyard, where there are vendors selling what may very well be the best food ever, as well as Tsukiko pretzel-ing and a juggler throwin' stuff.
The main focus of this little page-and-a-half: the bonfire, which actually is pretty awesome. We just don't get to why yet.
Mesmerized by it, you walk toward it , and see that the flames are (for now) "white as snow as they dance."
I feel enlightened.
Chapter Fifteen should be out by next Saturday.
The Night Circus- Part One (Primordium): Chapter Fourteen (Stratagem) - I Don't Even Feel Bad
This chapter begins with Chandresh and Marco discussing Celia. Chandresh notices Marco's ghostly pallor and how visibly shaken he is and sends him home.
When he returns to the flat, significantly distressed, Isobel is waiting, and asks him what's wrong.
"'I know who my opponent is,' Marco says, pulling armfuls of book down from their shelves and spreading them out haphazardly over tables, leaving several in messy piles on the floor. Those remaining on the shelves collapse, a few volumes falling, but Marco does not seem to notice."
He tells Isobel that Celia (though he doesn't use her name) is Prospero's daughter, saying "She's too good" and calling the situation "problematic". I'd say, though, the biggest problem with Celia as his opponent is the eventual apology he'll have to give to Isobel, because even at this point, I think Marco already knows he's in love with her. They just haven't actually met yet (cue Michael Buble song).
As she asks him more questions and he murmurs about Celia changing her dress color, Isobel silently consults her tarot cards.
The first card is L'Amoureux (The Lovers, representing a relationship), which is suspicious enough to Isobel that she asks Marco if Celia is pretty (last chapter, he described her as "radiant"), but he doesn't answer.
The next card is La Maison Dieu (The Tower, representing letting go of old attitudes and beliefs to accept wisdom, which I guess represents either Marco letting go of his confidence about the competition or Isobel having to accept that Marco is in love with Celia). Marco doesn't answer when she asks is Celia is stronger than her (which she is...kind of).
They've determined now that the circus will be the setting for the competition, so Isobel suggests she join on as a fortune-teller, and Marco is less than thrilled.
Marco sees Isobel as separate from the rest of his life, the parts with Chandresh and Mr. A. H-, and he tries to keep her separate from them. He knows now that time is ticking down to the competition, and he knows that when it begins she will be more of a distraction to him than anything else, especially now that his thoughts are becoming occupied by Celia (wink wink), but he reluctantly agrees to arrange a meeting with Chandresh for her.
I'm just going to quote the end to this chapter, because most things I could say about it have already been said, and we know (by which I mean I knew and then spoiled it for everyone reading this) that Isobel was done for the moment Marco saw Celia. I don't even feel bad about observing her figure it out, but I wish I did.
"'What is Prospero's daughter named?' Isobel asks, as though she can tell what he is thinking.
'Bowen,' Marco says. 'Her name is Celia Bowen.'
'It's a pretty name,' Isobel says. 'Is something wrong with your hand?'
Marco looks down, surprised to find that he has been holding his right hand in his left, unconsciously stroking the empty space where a ring was once burned into skin.
'No,' he says, picking up a notebook to occupy his hands. 'It's nothing.'
Isobel seems satisfied with the response, lifting a pile of fallen books from the floor and stacking them on the desk.
Marco is relieved that she does not have the skill to pull the memory of the ring from his mind."
You don't need tarot cards for this one.
Chapter Fifteen should be out by next Saturday.
When he returns to the flat, significantly distressed, Isobel is waiting, and asks him what's wrong.
"'I know who my opponent is,' Marco says, pulling armfuls of book down from their shelves and spreading them out haphazardly over tables, leaving several in messy piles on the floor. Those remaining on the shelves collapse, a few volumes falling, but Marco does not seem to notice."
He tells Isobel that Celia (though he doesn't use her name) is Prospero's daughter, saying "She's too good" and calling the situation "problematic". I'd say, though, the biggest problem with Celia as his opponent is the eventual apology he'll have to give to Isobel, because even at this point, I think Marco already knows he's in love with her. They just haven't actually met yet (cue Michael Buble song).
As she asks him more questions and he murmurs about Celia changing her dress color, Isobel silently consults her tarot cards.
The first card is L'Amoureux (The Lovers, representing a relationship), which is suspicious enough to Isobel that she asks Marco if Celia is pretty (last chapter, he described her as "radiant"), but he doesn't answer.
The next card is La Maison Dieu (The Tower, representing letting go of old attitudes and beliefs to accept wisdom, which I guess represents either Marco letting go of his confidence about the competition or Isobel having to accept that Marco is in love with Celia). Marco doesn't answer when she asks is Celia is stronger than her (which she is...kind of).
They've determined now that the circus will be the setting for the competition, so Isobel suggests she join on as a fortune-teller, and Marco is less than thrilled.
Marco sees Isobel as separate from the rest of his life, the parts with Chandresh and Mr. A. H-, and he tries to keep her separate from them. He knows now that time is ticking down to the competition, and he knows that when it begins she will be more of a distraction to him than anything else, especially now that his thoughts are becoming occupied by Celia (wink wink), but he reluctantly agrees to arrange a meeting with Chandresh for her.
I'm just going to quote the end to this chapter, because most things I could say about it have already been said, and we know (by which I mean I knew and then spoiled it for everyone reading this) that Isobel was done for the moment Marco saw Celia. I don't even feel bad about observing her figure it out, but I wish I did.
"'What is Prospero's daughter named?' Isobel asks, as though she can tell what he is thinking.
'Bowen,' Marco says. 'Her name is Celia Bowen.'
'It's a pretty name,' Isobel says. 'Is something wrong with your hand?'
Marco looks down, surprised to find that he has been holding his right hand in his left, unconsciously stroking the empty space where a ring was once burned into skin.
'No,' he says, picking up a notebook to occupy his hands. 'It's nothing.'
Isobel seems satisfied with the response, lifting a pile of fallen books from the floor and stacking them on the desk.
Marco is relieved that she does not have the skill to pull the memory of the ring from his mind."
You don't need tarot cards for this one.
Chapter Fifteen should be out by next Saturday.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
The Night Circus- Part One (Primordium): Chapter Thirteen (Auditory) - Isobel's Done For/First Encounters
This chapter begins with Celia auditioning as an illusionist for Le Cirque des Reves, to the delight of my inner hopeless romantic, because this is the first time Marco and Celia are interacting. Eek!
After a very flamboyant magician is very flamboyantly rejected, Celia's number (23) is called and Marco simply stares at her, experiencing a little inner monologue, the late 1800s version of "Damn, she fine."
"He could tell from across the room that she was lovely, but when she is near enough to look him in the eyes the loveliness- the shape of her face, the contrast of her hair against her skin- evolves into something more.
She is radiant. For a moment, while they look at each other, he cannot remember what he is meant to be doing, or why she is handing him a piece of paper with the number twenty-three written on it in his own handwriting."
(You should really pick your jaw up off the ground before she trips on it.)
He manages to maintain his composure and leads her to the stage.
After she steps forward, he retreats to the front row of seats and opens his notebook.
She goes on stage, Chandresh gets a bit sexist (though it's a little less terrible considering it's the 1800s and he did call her lovely, though that's already been stated).
Removing her jacket in response to his grumblings, Celia answers some questions from Marco (who is pretty flustered), they're surprised by her shitty yet talented father, so on, so on. Come on, Morgenstern. Just get to the magic already.
After Marco asks if she can perform in a crowd, she throws her jacket at Chandresh and Mme. Padva (who apparently was the best judge for this, despite being a magic-less ex-ballerina).
Before it lands, the jacket becomes a raven and flies into the balcony. This isn't a one-time thing either, the jacket-raven actually has a name and is basically a pet. You'd think after it became a raven you wouldn't want to wear it anymore, but apparently that doesn't bother her.
She takes Marco's notebook then and turns it into a dove before handing it back to him. At this point Marco is pretty shell-shocked, so he just takes the notebook and "quickly retreats to his corner."
Mme. Padva and Chandresh are, of course, impressed, and now they start waxing about fitting her in. Mme. Padva mentions the color scheme, and while she talks to Chandresh, Celia changes her gown to black-fading-to-white, and upon further request, changes her hair color to match her raven's feathers.
She gives a cryptic answer about her dead father, and then Chandresh beckons Marco forward, who hasn't gotten over Celia yet:
"...Marco approaches with his notebook, halting a few paces away from Celia, his stare moving from her gown to her hair and back, spending a considerable amount of time in between."
Celia then calls to her jacket-raven, who kamikazes back into a jacket, before putting her gloves back on and leaving.
"'She's perfect,' Chandresh remarks, pulling a cigar from his pocket. 'Absolutely perfect.'
'Yes, sir,' says Marco behind him, the notebook in his hand shaking slightly."
Trying to find a picture to represent my inner hopeless romantic...
After a very flamboyant magician is very flamboyantly rejected, Celia's number (23) is called and Marco simply stares at her, experiencing a little inner monologue, the late 1800s version of "Damn, she fine."
"He could tell from across the room that she was lovely, but when she is near enough to look him in the eyes the loveliness- the shape of her face, the contrast of her hair against her skin- evolves into something more.
She is radiant. For a moment, while they look at each other, he cannot remember what he is meant to be doing, or why she is handing him a piece of paper with the number twenty-three written on it in his own handwriting."
(You should really pick your jaw up off the ground before she trips on it.)
He manages to maintain his composure and leads her to the stage.
After she steps forward, he retreats to the front row of seats and opens his notebook.
She goes on stage, Chandresh gets a bit sexist (though it's a little less terrible considering it's the 1800s and he did call her lovely, though that's already been stated).
Removing her jacket in response to his grumblings, Celia answers some questions from Marco (who is pretty flustered), they're surprised by her shitty yet talented father, so on, so on. Come on, Morgenstern. Just get to the magic already.
After Marco asks if she can perform in a crowd, she throws her jacket at Chandresh and Mme. Padva (who apparently was the best judge for this, despite being a magic-less ex-ballerina).
Before it lands, the jacket becomes a raven and flies into the balcony. This isn't a one-time thing either, the jacket-raven actually has a name and is basically a pet. You'd think after it became a raven you wouldn't want to wear it anymore, but apparently that doesn't bother her.
She takes Marco's notebook then and turns it into a dove before handing it back to him. At this point Marco is pretty shell-shocked, so he just takes the notebook and "quickly retreats to his corner."
Mme. Padva and Chandresh are, of course, impressed, and now they start waxing about fitting her in. Mme. Padva mentions the color scheme, and while she talks to Chandresh, Celia changes her gown to black-fading-to-white, and upon further request, changes her hair color to match her raven's feathers.
She gives a cryptic answer about her dead father, and then Chandresh beckons Marco forward, who hasn't gotten over Celia yet:
"...Marco approaches with his notebook, halting a few paces away from Celia, his stare moving from her gown to her hair and back, spending a considerable amount of time in between."
Celia then calls to her jacket-raven, who kamikazes back into a jacket, before putting her gloves back on and leaving.
"'She's perfect,' Chandresh remarks, pulling a cigar from his pocket. 'Absolutely perfect.'
'Yes, sir,' says Marco behind him, the notebook in his hand shaking slightly."
Trying to find a picture to represent my inner hopeless romantic...
There we go.
This chapter ends with the disappointment of the waiting illusionists, all of whom are probably terrible by comparison.
Chapter Fourteen should be out by next Thursday.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
The Night Circus- Part One (Primordium): Chapter Twelve (Horology) - The Best Clock in the Whole Damn Universe (to be read with an echo)
This chapter begins with another character who actually deserves the short chapter they've been given: Herr Frederick Thiessen.
He's quite possibly the best clockmaker in the world, and Mr. Barris has finally found him, creepily admitting that he "has been attempting to track him down for some time".
Flattering.
Anyway, Mr. Barris wants to know if Herr Thiessen will make the best clock in the whole damn universe for the circus, referring to it as "der Meisterwerk."
The only guidelines he is given are size constraints, color scheme (black and white, of course), and the word "dreamlike", and the rest is up to him.
He agrees, and in a few days receives an envelope filled with exactly one fuck-ton of money, a date to finish the clock by, and a delivery address.
Of course, because this clock will be the best clock in the whole damn universe, he spends those months working solely on it.
The clock, which is indeed the best clock in the whole damn universe, is hard to describe. It definitely fits the theme of "dreamlike", and when it is wound, as time (hah) passes, its appearance begins to change.
The face's color goes from white to grey, then clouds float across it, and all the while, pieces of the clock move outward and back in, like "falling apart, slowly and gracefully."
The face changes to black, and stars replace the numbers, and the moving pieces of the body become moving flowers and planets and books with real paper and dragons and princesses and teapots and cats and dogs and a whole game of chess and a juggler for a cuckoo and seriously, what the hell?
I have no idea how to make a clock. But how in the name of Bob Saget do you make something like that in a lifetime, let alone in the late 1800s and in the matter of a few months? Herr Thiessen is not magical, and yet this may very well be the most magical thing in the circus. Also, who wins the tiny chess game?
This is the closest thing I could find to an accurate representation of the clock, and it, while beautiful, still falls miserably short.
After the clock is shipped, Mr. Barris sends a letter of gratitude, saying "It is perfection". More money is sent, and by this point Herr Thiessen could easily retire. He doesn't.
This chapter ends with Thiessen thinking of the clock every now and then, occasionally referring to it mentally as the Wunschtraum (dream) clock, and (at least for now) he is not contacted by Barris again.
Chapter Thirteen should be out by next Tuesday.
He's quite possibly the best clockmaker in the world, and Mr. Barris has finally found him, creepily admitting that he "has been attempting to track him down for some time".
Flattering.
Anyway, Mr. Barris wants to know if Herr Thiessen will make the best clock in the whole damn universe for the circus, referring to it as "der Meisterwerk."
The only guidelines he is given are size constraints, color scheme (black and white, of course), and the word "dreamlike", and the rest is up to him.
He agrees, and in a few days receives an envelope filled with exactly one fuck-ton of money, a date to finish the clock by, and a delivery address.
Of course, because this clock will be the best clock in the whole damn universe, he spends those months working solely on it.
The clock, which is indeed the best clock in the whole damn universe, is hard to describe. It definitely fits the theme of "dreamlike", and when it is wound, as time (hah) passes, its appearance begins to change.
The face's color goes from white to grey, then clouds float across it, and all the while, pieces of the clock move outward and back in, like "falling apart, slowly and gracefully."
The face changes to black, and stars replace the numbers, and the moving pieces of the body become moving flowers and planets and books with real paper and dragons and princesses and teapots and cats and dogs and a whole game of chess and a juggler for a cuckoo and seriously, what the hell?
I have no idea how to make a clock. But how in the name of Bob Saget do you make something like that in a lifetime, let alone in the late 1800s and in the matter of a few months? Herr Thiessen is not magical, and yet this may very well be the most magical thing in the circus. Also, who wins the tiny chess game?
After the clock is shipped, Mr. Barris sends a letter of gratitude, saying "It is perfection". More money is sent, and by this point Herr Thiessen could easily retire. He doesn't.
This chapter ends with Thiessen thinking of the clock every now and then, occasionally referring to it mentally as the Wunschtraum (dream) clock, and (at least for now) he is not contacted by Barris again.
Chapter Thirteen should be out by next Tuesday.
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