Book 55: The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd (2003)

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This book used to be so popular that I thought it would somewhat be worth reading. Not at all. This is yet another book about a fourteen-year-old girl with her teenage hangups – written by an adult who may have forgotten how it’s like to be a child. Jodi Picoult’s My Sister’s Keeper at least has an interesting premise (albeit an annoying set of font types), but The Secret Life of Bees is just dull. Maybe if I didn’t have any other books to read I would continue reading and finish it. As it is, I already borrowed many many books I actually want to read.

Book 54: The Ratastrophe Catrastophe (Illmoor Chronicles Book One) by David Lee Stone (2004)

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It’s supposed to be funny but I’m not laughing. Weird.

Book 53: The Sea of Monsters by Rick Riordan (2006)

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Ack, seriously. What the hell is this?

I did like the first half of the first book, but halfway throughout this book I just couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve never managed to care for Percy – the main character. His narration was fresh and entertaining at first, but after a while even that couldn’t make up for everything else that is wrong with this book. As I’ve mentioned before (I think), the references to the Greek myth become really old, especially because I already know everything there is to know about the Greek myth. Everything becomes predictable. What’s worse, I find it hard to believe that Percy honestly couldn’t guess what’s in stock for him. He knows that something is a trap and yet he still falls for it.

I can see why Poseidon isn’t all that proud of him.

Book 42: Educating Esme by Esme Raji Codell (1999)

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I’m going to be a teacher one day. With that in mind, I’ve borrowed several education-related books in hopes of becoming an acceptable teacher.

This one turns out to pointless. IDK, too self-indulgent. This person is not really a good writer anyway. I’ve read one of her fictions for children and I disliked it so much. She thinks she’s so cute. I would guess that she was twenty-five when she wrote this book. Let’s see, the book was written in 1999 and she was born in 1968 . . .

Thirty-one. Close enough.

Looking younger than you really are is a good thing, but sounding younger is just embarrassing.

Book 31: On Call: A Doctor’s Days and Nights in Residency by R. Transue (2004)

This is nothing like Pauline Chen’s Final Exam. I probably could learn a lot from this book, but it’s just not all that engaging.  The author may like to write, but she’s not a good writer.

One thing I have to wonder: am I the only one who’s aware of the dark side of being a doctor? It seems obvious that when you’re becoming a doctor you’re not going to be able to cure everyone – you’re going to lose some patients. It is one reason I didn’t want to become a doctor. Hm, maybe I am smart (in a way) after all.

Book 17: Peeps by Scott Westerfeld (2005)

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I read Scott Westerfeld’s other/first book So Yesterday earlier this year and enjoyed it immensely. I thought it was both cute and clever despite the slow beginning. That’s why I tried to remain patient when I was reading Peeps. After a while, however, I just had to give up.

First, I don’t like the premise. Call me old-fashioned or something-phobe, but I become uncomfortable when I read a book about a teenager who is sexually active and doesn’t seem to regret it in any way. Yes, even if the main character is actually nineteen – an older teenager who’s legally an adult.

Second, what works in So Yesterday just doesn’t work here. The main character of that other book is in high school. In high school, it is only appropriate – if not expected – to label yourself as something or other (e.g., “hunter”). Coming from a nineteen-year-old, though, such bizarre classification just seems annoyingly childish.

Someone who has the mentality of a fifteen-year-old and is promiscuous just doesn’t get my sympathy, m’kay.

Book 16: Playing in Traffic by Gail Giles (2004)

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The writing style is too chunky, and the characters take themselves way too seriously. ‘Nuff said.