Hello again! A few updates since last Friday:
The Diamond Jubilee! I thought the Queen looked lovely. I watched the coverage on Sunday, and enjoyed seeing all the different boats going down the river. Kate Middleton looked regal as always. It's also been really nice seeing Union Jack flags hanging up everywhere, from London to Twyford to Basingstoke; a large amount of celebratory, non-violent patriotism never hurt anyone.
Urban Decay may lose their cruelty-free certificate. The company's decision to expand into China, which reserves the right to test products on animals before selling to humans, means they have lost the Leaping Bunny symbol. I will update accordingly. The link for Urban Decay's statement on the why's and wherefore's is here: http://www.urbandecay.com/Urban-Decay-China/Urban-Decay-in-China,default,pg.html.
I've started reading the Regeneration trilogy by Pat Barker. Having had a very interesting conversation about the fascination with World War One and Two, I will discuss this in further detail once I have read the books.
I went to 'Vodka Revs' in Reading on Monday; good club. Popular music, but not the overplayed tunes that are repeated on popular radio stations, not too expensive (£5 to get in), drinks were average price for a night out, and the club wasn't toooo big. Although I did end up losing everyone I was with. And having a nap in the toilets - which weren't disgustingly dirty. Very important for female clubbers.
So. The reviews I promised:
My Dear, I wanted to tell you
Louisa Young
3.5/5
I was recommended to read this because of my fascination with WWI. The title seems a bit unoriginal, but on second thoughts seems to sum up the general ideas of the book, and the 'turning point' of the story.
The plot was very fluent and the main characters linked together well; a feature I find in Ken Follett's books. The homosexual incident at the beginning of the book was a bit random, although it seemed to explain Riley's reason for joining up, however it neither added nor took away from the storyline. Nadine, Riley's love interest, also seemed a bit lacking in the characterisation department.
What irritated me was the constant attempts at the stream of consciousness-style thoughts in italics. It was disruptive and the actions of the characters indicated more what they were thinking and feeling more than these inclusions.
However, it's strength was the characterisation of Rose. Initially I viewed here as a 'filler character' (technical term, but I'm writing this early in the morning), but as the story progresses she becomes as much as a central character as Riley is. The novel gives a very brutal account of soldiers' wounds and the processes undertaken to mend them; the medical research is clearly thorough and expansive. My Dear exposed to me two sides to the Great War that I hadn't previously considered in as great a detail: the medical side, and the position of women like Julia.
The description of reconstructive facial surgery in the early twentieth century is detailed and, as I said, well-researched. For a queasy person like myself, I did cringe; but this is a sign of success on Young's part for portraying the surgery so successfully. I genuinely had not considered how a soldier's blown up face would have been rebuilt, and as is shown in the book, that is what the surgeons had to do for thousands of injured soldiers.
The sad portrayal of Julia exposes what the war was like for women who had simply been bred to be beautiful. She is a figure of disdain and pity, and her sub-plot is as equally engaging as Riley's. I also did not know that plastic surgery was as popular in certain circles around this time.
Overall, I would recommend reading My Dear. It is an amalgamation of sadness, despair, and hope; the plot is engaging overall, bar a couple of irritations, and I think Young successfully exposes the complete loss of innocence the War caused.
Don't You Want Me?
India Knight
4/5
I should start off by saying that I don't read chick lit novels very often, but my housemate insisted I read this because she said it was really funny. And it is. Laugh out loud funny.
Everything about this works; the protagonist is witty, original, her situation is not typical, she doesn't command sympathy, and she certainly isn't the typical single-mother character. Perhaps this is because she's French, an explanation used for her inability to fit in.
I did cringe at the name of her daughter - Honey - but that is the only bad aspect of the book. The plot has a good, simple twist, which I genuinely didn't figure out, and the stereotypical characters are still amusing. They are surrounded by moderate characters, which seems to normalise the stereotypes so you could actually imagine meeting people like this.
It ends almost like a cliffhanger, with the love situation not resolved, but this actually makes it more believable.
Definitely read. It's the funniest book I've read for a long time (probably because I read a lot on WWI....).
I'm off to bed. Up early to get the exhaust fixed on my car, which I'm hoping won't fall off on the drive to the garage!