Just finished reading Luna by Julie Anne Peters. I spent about half of the book crying, absolutely beautifully. It was breathtaking the pain, the desperation, the reality. It made other people's reality come to life. (On the things I don't really like? The question page at the end, needless in my opinion.) I wouldn't call it a philosophical book, it really doesn't have that many metaphorical ideas, however the themes... It deals with the people outside the structured society. And while the book doesn't skirt or beat about the bush, it themes are philosophical and I find it very interesting that this book got written and published I think to do such a thing would take courage.
On the other side while I enjoyed the book I can't say I enjoyed the authors/or maybe publishers way of handling it. While on the whole I find it a interesting book I think that's more to do with the emotional context rather than skill. The plot, yes it is good and original . The perspective and the two storyline of two people living one dream.... they are all good. but it a way it feels like this book was a textbook and was written not for the fiction but to introduce the subject to the mind of young people. That makes me feel that it's propaganda. However the author seems to be genuine in her wishes to write for the sake of creating so it may just be my prejudice against the modern youth books that are always too short and come with a moral.
I mentioned above about the writing... It is not badly written and author does have talent however she doesn't have the spark. This book while painful and emotional can't exist without the readers agreement and appreciation, so while being an interesting book I wouldn't call it a good one.
Would I recommend it?
To some people yes, but I think it is a book for open minded people because if a person can't see past their belief, they wouldn't able to appreciate it in it's full glory.
The Blurb:
"Luna," she repeated softly, more to herself than me. "Appropriate, wouldn't you say? A girl who can only be seen by moonlight?"
Rolling over, I muttered, "You're such a freakshow."
Her hair splayed across my pillow, tickling my face. "I know," she murmured in my ear. "But you love me, don't you?"
Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.
5 comments:
Would you recommend it to me?
Maybe. I think you'll understand it, but as for enjoying it? Truthfully I'm not sure why I picked it up; it certainly is outside my comfort zone. But you'd probably enjoy that. If you're interested I'm returning it to the school library tomorrow.
(It is also quite captivating)
:)
You might want to take a look at my blog, since you're always asking what the artist in me is up to.
and maybe because this whole art thing concerns you.
Wow, it seems like a good book.
Now if I could be bothered reading, that would probley be a book I'd read.
Well you've written now, so reading isn't unimaginable.
:)
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