Right, so I may have said before how part of the reason I was more or less stymied in my blogging was because of a book review post on one of my Read Harder choices. And I have decided not to bother actually finishing the review. Because a) why torture myself? And b) I read it in like June and really don’t remember much.
Except that I hated it. I remember that.
And that the author’s afterword about the real people who inspired the not-actually-the-hero (Nicholas Flamel) and the villain (Dr. John Dee) was way more interesting than the actual book. (BTW, I was proud of myself, in the early pages, for identifying the latter figure just by his being called Dee.)
I’m including what little I had written (back in August) of the review, and summing up the rest with: the teenage twins who were the leads were utterly boring, the girl had zero agency throughout the book (her magic was stronger, but the two times she used it to save the day were not her triumph, because in one case it was an accident, and in the other she was literally being controlled by someone else), and their parents were apparently con artists posing as archaeologists, because absolutely everything the twins said about their parents’ work was wrong and backwards. (FYI, author of this awful book, archaeologists have a culture or region they specialize in, and they do not go gallivanting all over the freakin’ world excavating in every random culture they feel like. They only work in the one they’ve specialized in. Traveling the world to lecture or do a book tour, yes, but excavating any old ancient civ? No. Doesn’t happen. Also, children do not need to have archaeologist parents to know who Bastet is. I knew that from a very early age, because I read books. And yes, parents who are not archaeologists do give their children books on world mythology.)
This was a young adult book, either about the same length as the first Harry Potter book, or a bit shorter. But it took me a whole month to read it, because I had so much trouble forcing myself to endure it.
Also, using “Alchemyst” to refer to Flamel as an epithet in narration was really, really annoying. “Olde English Shoppe” names notwithstanding, I don’t think anyone ever spelled the word alchemist that way. And if they did, it was when English spelling was so loose that it probably would have been spelled five different ways in the same document.
Anyway, thanks to replacing some of my originally intended books with much, much shorter ones, I now only have one book left to go in Read Harder 2018 (if it weren’t for this stinkbomb, I would have finished back in the summer months, before my fall class started!), so once I’ve read that (and it’s a manga, so it won’t take long, once I force myself to start) I’m going to post a group book report on the rest of them.
And what follows is the small amount I wrote back in August. Complete with the “note to self” material in brackets that I normally would delete as I replaced it with the proper text.
Part of the reason it’s taken me so long to post again after the last post is that this review is going to be really hard and frustrating to write. In part because it’s now been like two months since I finished reading this book, and in part because I really don’t even want to think about it again.
This is my review for Read Harder 2018 Challenge #16, “The first book in a new-to-you YA or middle grade series.”
Where do I even start?
Well, at the very beginning, I guess. Which, in this case, is when and why I bought this book. I had recently finished writing my quasi-YA series about three young heroes who were all illegitimate offspring of heroes of the Trojan War. (The boy being a genuine mythological figure, and the two girls being my own inventions.) As I had ludicrous delusions of being able to polish the books up to a publishable state, I wanted to make sure they fit in with the basic YA crowd. As such, I wanted to read some other first-in-a-series YA books before I started editing the first book. And I saw this at the bookstore and thought it sounded interesting.
And as the back of the book pushed the title character, the immortal Nicholas Flamel, rather than the two utterly boring modern teenagers who were the actual leads, it did sound interesting.
[okay, for attacking their asinine claims about their parents’ discoveries, the archaeologists who accidentally discovered Homo floresiensis were Australian and Indonesian, not American, and they were looking for evidence of how humans migrated from Asia to Australia. That is highly specified work which would not take just any random archaeologist who was used to working with fully developed cultures.]