Showing posts with label Gave-up-on. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gave-up-on. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Perfect Chemistry (Simone Elkeles)

When I was around 13, I had started reading teen romance books in Mandarin (the language I am the most comfortable with) until the age of 18. And this book reminded me exactly of those romance books I had read in the past which made it dull, plot and character-wise. Nevertheless, giving up on this book reflects my increasingly low tolerance towards everything in life at the moment. That's it - life is too short to be wasted on books (or movies or anything else) u don't deem worthwhile.

To me, Perfect Chemistry is kinda like a modern version of Romeo and Juliet. Two persons who are seemingly living an opposite life in terms of everything (with the exception of their academic excellent) have strongly attracted to each other physically and fallen in love later on despite being advised by friends and fully aware that it is forbidden because duh they come from a different world. Brittany is white and rich (although she herself isn't as perfect as the image she is trying to portray due to family issues) while Alex is a Mexican gang member who might not even finish school. But since they are assigned to be each other's Chemistry partner, they are forced to work with each other despite the prejudices and blah they soon are drawn closer and develop mutual understanding after learning more about one another - their problems and that they are actually similar in so many ways. Could it be anymore cliche?

I also wanna whack whoever that says "Look, the characters are real blablabla".. Don't we have enough of this crap in television shows or movies already? Cheerleader dating the quarterback of the football team who can't resist the charm of the bad guy who is rumored to do drug and all the illegal stuff outside school. What makes the story lamer is the bet Alex makes with his friends or cousins to get into her pants before the school ends; if he loses, it is going to cost him his motorcycle. Urgh. Even though I didn't finish the book, I can predict the rest of the story.

Anyway, I admit with the characters having great chemistry as portrayed in the book. For your information, the part I looked the most forward to is them having intense make out session or some sizzling hot sex. In fact, I actually skimmed the book for scenes like that hahaha But I guess I am just sick of books with seemingly perfect characters like Brittany. Although I don't mind to have a male character as sexy as Alex in the book (to make up for the lack of lustworthy males in real life), I guess I do have a preference for the characters to be real at this point of life. And by real, I mean ones that can actually resemble someone we know in life in one way or another or typical us who are carrying out our normal life (and not involving in knife fights etc). But then, other readers who don't share the same view as I do might find it boring. So I guess, young adult romance isn't my thing afterall and I am gladly to move on to other gernes.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

The Perks of Being a Wallflower ( Stephen Chbosky)

"It is a story narrated by a teenager who goes by the alias of "Charlie"; he describes various scenes in his life by writing a series of letters to an anonymous person, whom he does not know personally. The story explores topics such as introversion, teenage sexuality, homosexuality, abuse, and the awkward times of adolescence. The book also touches strongly on drug use and Charlie's experiences with this. " (From Wikipedia)

It does sound like something I normally dig. Afterall what "Charlie" is put through, those happy and sad moments, is something I believe every teenager or young adult has been through (or is still going through); something that we should be familiar with in one way or another; something that we can relate ourselves to.

Surely when "Charlie" touches on the tragedies that happen in his life - the suicide of his friend, his sister's teenage pregnancy, domestic violence etc, it touched my heart. However, to my surprise, I was actually bored that I decided to stop half way through instead of finishing it. I found the way the story is narrated monotonous that I simply couldn't be bothered to pick up the pace to find out more. And I want to read no more tragedies.