McClellan
An interesting take on multiverse where the stakes aren't grand and there's no great evil to fight. Just finding meaning and existence in a universe not entirely your own something that has always been a staple of science fiction but you don't often told in such a way.
The author clearly had a blast scouring for video game recipes and coming up with fun recipes for them. As such this book is a delight.
Not so original of a story that you cant see what happens coming, but a delightful read with wonderful characters and just that sense of feminist rage we all feel when we spend a bit too much time with older relatives.
I quite enjoy the way Seth Grahame-Smith takes the bizarre unexplainable parts of history and creates explanations that fit into his universe. The whole thing reads simply as though it were a biography on Lincoln and if it weren't for the occasional vampire you wouldn't think otherwise.
Full of some gay moods and an interesting look into queer classics, but so full of old timey racism and sexism that it's a frustrating and obnoxious read in the modern day.
It is fascinating how these series about convoluted and stupid as shit football is one of the most meaningful reads to me, who cares precisely half a shit about sports in general.
A decent story. Just so very angsty. Had I read it when I was younger I would've liked it more.
An incredibly fun thrill of an ride. It has its moments where suspension of disbelief is a bit hard to come by, but the pacing is excellent enough that I plowed through this read without any major criticisms.
When Twilight was popular I was too busy hating it exponentially on principal to give it any real thought. Reading it for the first time as an adult is interesting. It is still a deeply flawed narrative, but I was surprised at how much actually enjoyed reading it. And I'm uncertain how it remains an engaging read throughout when almost nothing happens plot wise until like the last quarter of the book.
As the daughter of a librarian I respect all books good and bad. One page in I knew who the murder was, but assumed I was wrong. I was not wrong! I actually wanted to physically harm this book after the final plot twist was revealed and I'm the person that cringes every time a movie character dog ears a book. This book makes me want to run Dean Koontz over with a car repeatedly like the monster from Jeepers Creepers! That is how much I hate this book.
Honestly the constant attempts to make Scooby-Doo and other forms of children's entertainment dark and gritty are just exhausting and this is no different.
Bizarre and surrealist this books hits some incredibly dark places, but somehow manages to always have an optimism about it. Even the most horrifying elements are grounded in such compelling humanity from the characters, that at their worst you are still rooting for them to succeed.
Maybe a bit ham fisted with the character notes, but overall a fun Star Wars lore read.
I'm not convinced this man is actually a fan of Star Trek. Most of the economic discussion is rudimentary. Most of the analysis is either personal diatribes or weird rabbit holes into other science fiction works. It gets preachy and pessimistic and doesn't seem to host any actual desire to engage with the signature optimism of Star Trek.
This novel is so convoluted, so inconsistent, and somehow capable of burying every interesting part of it in a heep of needless drivel. It hand holds you through every part offering up almost no moments for you to extrapolate or think on your own about it. The novel cant even decide if its commiting to the otherworldly ness of star wars or if it's going to really commit to referencing our normal world. Filled with wink wink nidge nudge references to everything else star wars it feels about as subtle as the merchandising scene from Spaceballs.
This book draws you in with a superb aesthetic and a casual side mystery to intrigue you. It then proceeds to spend the first half filled with pretentious ramblings about a higher state of being and the glory of Walt Whitman that make the motion of rolling your eyes an intense workout. It seems like a literary companion for the running gag in Momma Mia where Harry keeps saying he's spontaneous. However the second half of the book actually offers the content I was looking for; A fun list of concepts and ideas to randomize your routine and make you think, all within an interconnected framework to offer a sense of community without lengthy human interaction. The book is not without merit but is just heavy handed enough that it's easy to abandon.
Honestly I'm just glad I'm done reading it. Not interesting enough to be a good lore drop. Not well written enough to be a good fantasy novel.
A generic fantasy that is painful clear it was written, by a teenage boy. It does remain interesting enough that it can be a fun read, but is endlessly frustrating in places. Mostly in its portrayals of women.
For real the only self help book, i have every picked up. On top of that it remained entirely engrossing. Unfilled with pretentious drivel, it at no point offers any sort of judgement or condescension. Which in turn makes it feel both welcoming and motivating in an all together difficult to describe way. I have never once been motivated to clean or tidy out of anything but sheer necessity and yet I'm ready to deep clean and organize my entire house.
Fun fantasy romp with plenty of gore and nonsense to match. Feels fittingly consistent with any TTRPG narrative I've ever played.