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Margeaux Loeb _argeaux_oeb — I actually enjoyed the Forward more so than the book itself. Even though it is chocked with valuable info, I felt as if the 'travel' analogy was a bit forced and the amount of props required for most of the exercises scared me off.

ирина трифонова brazhnvadb4c — Yes, already it has come to this...

Jisoo Choi illipsis — This was a fun quick read. My students probably like these books like I liked Judy Blume. However, I thought the main character was too boy obessed and too self-centered, and thus not as likeable as other young adult books I have read.

Franny Van frannyveb2e7 — I really enjoyed this book and think it's the best of her books so far. The only reason I didn't give it a five was because of the unsatisfactory ending. But if you enjoy a good urban fantasy, definitely pick it up.

Camilo Salazar carz88 — A refreshingly upbeat book (aside from the opening premise that gets things rolling). Far too much modern genre fiction is obsessed with "grimdark" settings and situations, and it's nice to see something that isn't dark and dreary. It's also refreshingly short. The author tells an entertaining tale in around 250 pages and I appreciate that after reading far too many overwritten "epics" that could have been gotten across the story in much less space. I will most likely continue reading this series in the future.

Mohammad Samhouri msamhouri2d459 — ** spoiler alert ** I have to sadly admit that A Pair of Blue Eyes--Hardy's third novel--was not as tragic as what I've come to expect in Hardy's work. In all fairness, it doesn't mean the story is not worthwhile. I still really, really liked it. The story is about Elfride (a young girl, a writer, who is in love with being in love) and she makes a couple rookie mistakes. First off, she leads on her first love interest Felix Jethrop who then eventually dies. His mother never forgives Elfride for rejecting her beloved son. His mother plays a crucial part in trying to destroy Elfride's happiness for the rest of the novel. Elfride then falls in love with young, cute Stephen Smith. Smith comes from poor parents who live in the village but is trying to work his way up in the world as an architect. Elfride's father keeps Elfride from being with him on the idea that she needed to marry up, not down. She runs away and nearly marries Stephen but decides against it at the last minute. In those days, it was quite scandalous to leave one day and return the next unsurpervised with a "lover." Mrs. Jethrop is the only person who witnesses this account. So when Harry Knight finally comes along, this time I think Elfride really is in love with him. She falls hard and loses herself in the him. I especially like the way they met--with him being a book reviewer and having written a particularly scathing review on her novel. Turns out, he's related to the woman Elfride's father marries. This novel includes the first literal "cliff hanger" when Knight falls from a cliff overlooking the ocean and is literally hanging until Elfride creates a rope out of knotting together her underclothes and pulls him to safety. I have to admit that I find these male characters who prize complete purity (and nothing else will do) in their love objects ridiculous. To me, when Knight found out about Elfride's engagement before him was almost identical to the scenario that would have played out in Tess of the d'Ubervilles had Tess told Angel about her previous life. It was interesting to see the way these similar scenarios worked out when handled differently, neither turned out how Tess or Elfride would have wanted. But what surprised me here was that the ending wasn't what I would call Hardy's typical tragedy. Elfride married and she seemed somewhat happy. Her life wasn't ruined with her being left by Knight. She married up, as her father wanted, and she was a good mother to Lord Luxellian's two small girls and he loved her dearly. Although this ending wasn't what I expected, I enjoyed reading this book.