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Kitty's Playbook
Frustrated ballerina.
Monday, 5 October 2015
Saturday, 26 September 2015
Percy Jackson and the Greek Heroes Book Review
Summary [from Goodreads]:
Who cut off Medusa's head? Who was raised by a she-bear? Who tamed Pegasus? It takes a demigod to know, and Percy Jackson can fill you in on the all the daring deeds of Perseus, Atalanta, Bellerophon, and the rest of the major Greek heroes. Told in the funny, irreverent style readers have come to expect from Percy, ( I've had some bad experiences in my time, but the heroes I'm going to tell you about were the original old school hard luck cases. They boldly screwed up where no one had screwed up before. . .) and enhanced with vibrant artwork by Caldecott Honoree John Rocco, this story collection will become the new must-have classic for Rick Riordan's legions of devoted fans--and for anyone who needs a hero. So get your flaming spear. Put on your lion skin cape. Polish your shield and make sure you've got arrows in your quiver. We're going back about four thousand years to decapitate monsters, save some kingdoms, shoot a few gods in the butt, raid the Underworld, and steal loot from evil people. Then, for dessert, we'll die painful tragic deaths. Ready? Sweet. Let's do this.
I
honestly had a hard time describing this book. I don’t where to start! I’d been
fangirling for one whole day before I finally pulled my wits together and get
this over with.
Okay.
It’s
technically not a novel, more like a pseudo-survival guide for heroes/crash
course in Greek mythology heroes, but this is my most favourite work of Rick
Riordan. Mr. Sarcastic has finally mastered the art and practice of controlled
satire with maximum effect. Well played, sir. Well played.
The
heroes we thought we knew by heart were given a much more flavourful
perspective thanks to the mixing-in of some present-day totes relatable takes
apropos to our beloved narrator and everyone’s favourite modern day demigod
hero [though not mine] Percy Jackson himself. And he’s just in it for the
pizza.
Percy
takes twelve heroes, though some aren’t so very...heroic, to be dissected [for
some, literally], figure out why some of their lives really suck, and be made
an example of if you’re truly adamant at taking your shot at being a hero.
Otrera
was overkill [again, literally], being the original and founder of the Amazons, but Atalanta was straight-out badass.
Theseus?
Come on. Percy made this guy sound like a buffed-up Leo Valdez who made really really bad choices.
I feel
kind of sad that the finale was Jason because I know his story is really
depressing and he didn’t even deserve any of what happened to him. But I know
it does make sense, objectively speaking, because the Argonauts were the
ultimate #SquadGoals. Some heroes you’ve read on the previous pages were there.
It was fun and awesome...until the road trip ended. Then Jason’s hell started.
Poor kid.
Here’s
what I’ve learned after reading the book:
1. Do NOT underestimate the wrath of
a jealous wife. Most especially if that wife is the freaking Goddess of Marriage. They do say, “Hell hath no
fury than a woman scorned.”
2. Do not forget to sacrifice to your
patron gods. Especially Aphrodite. She’s really creatively nasty when she gets
mad.
3. The gods are there to remind you
that you are nothing but a puny mortal so don’t waste your time getting all
cocky over one damn achievement or you may find yourself blasted into
smithereens.
4. There were a lot of evil kings in
Ancient Greece.
5. Visiting the Oracle of Delphi is a
really really bad idea 99.9% of the time.
6. Ancient Greeks have quite a long
roster of similar sounding names that are incredibly hard to pronounce much
less read it’s no wonder modern-day demigods are dyslexic.
There are
so many things going on in this book I’m starting to feel a little ADHD myself.
If you haven’t picked it up yet, what the Hades are you waiting for? A million
ROFL moments guaranteed, it’ll give you abs halfway across the book and a
Herculean body by the time you put it down.
Wednesday, 23 September 2015
Avril Bradley Character Review + Thoughts on Gosick
Meet Avril Bradley a.k.a Kujo’s Other Friend
Avril
Bradley is a character who never lets anything— and I mean anything—get in her way of achieving personal happiness. Always
engulfed in a constant bubble of joy, I’m sure Kujo thinks she’s a refreshing company
from the ever cynical, proud, and stubborn Victorique.
Avril is
lively and funny as a friend, always the one to have millions of stories to
tell, but isn’t one to disappear when you’re down and out. In fact, she will do
what she does best: she will back you up and cheer you on.
Even though she was kidnapped and thrown under the floorboards (I know, that was terrible), she brushed the experience off her skirt and was like, “Oh well, at least I’m still alive. Life is good!” Her optimism is truly admirable. I respect that.
I
wouldn’t have minded a Victorique-Avril pairing and chuck Kujo out the window.
Although Victorique is very condescending of Avril’s intelligence, the latter
isn’t exactly stupid (like most annoying female anime characters). The comical
chemistry between them would’ve been a nice change from the usual male-female
bickering tandem. Even if Victorique tended to push people away, Avril proved
to be loyal, patient, and persistent in being a friend to her, especially when
Kujo got into some sticky situations.
She
reminds me of Kofuku from
Noragami because of her effervescence. And Jahan—not that I ever thought of
Jahan’s optimism as “admirable”. When this girl is happy, she murders people
and plots to take over the world. Proof of that can be found here.
Thoughts on Gosick
Gosick
turned out to be one of my most favourite anime. It has a Sherlock-y feel but
it doesn’t focus too much on the “solving crimes” part. Although Victorique
does display her superior intellectual prowess from time to time, the focus of
the series is on her journey from being an indifferent doll to actual human
being.
The last
two episodes were a bit rushed, like the creators couldn’t wait to wrap up the
damn thing. I think there could’ve been two more episodes if they expounded on
those.
For example, Marquis de Blois. He was like the main villain of the series but he only appears
every few minutes or so in some episodes then it’s back to Kujo. And when his
big break came, it turned out to be a flop. Too fast.
I thought
Brian Roscoe and Cordelia Gallo weren’t given enough background, either. Why
were there two Brian Roscoes and why were they both called Brian? I wish there
were more flashbacks on why exactly
was Cordelia very important to them for them to die for. The explanation given
sounded forced. Also, Cordelia just kind of suddenly came out of nowhere to
bust out some serious ninja moves that were so out of character to kill her
rapist. And then die.
Why, why,
why creators?
The
ending was beautiful, though. It was...just right. Kujo and Victorique went
through so much, and towards the end everything was just so crazy so their
happily ever after was hard-earned. I had a mini-panic mode because I thought
they both died, too, and the flower-bed walking moment was a metaphor for
crossing the afterlife. But all was well.
All was
well.
Sunday, 13 September 2015
My Favourites on the Best Dressed of the Year Critics’ Choice 2014
I know, I
know. It’s incredibly outdated. Almost a year ago has past. But my dear, dear, dear *cue widening of eyes* friend Jahan
proclaimed, “You love fashion, right? Write a review on these dresses. I want
to know what you think.” Which is absolutely unfair. I do love to dress up and
make sensible choices in my outfits, I follow fashion blogs (even though they
are actually street style), sure, but...but...what exactly do I know about haute couture and red carpet fashion?
“It will
be an epic fail,” I lamented. “The only thing I can describe a dress with is
‘pretty’.”
“Just
write,” she demanded.
Well.
Monday, 10 August 2015
Suitcase Treasures: Once Upon a Guy
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Crap. I really like this boy. This should
not be permitted. I am not in love. No, I don’t think so. I cannot fall in
love. But right now this boy, he’s my inspiration.
I like the way he grows his hair, carefree
and nonchalant. I like his broad shoulders which seem to support the weight of
the world. I like that he wears black all the time, my favourite colour—and he
doesn’t even know it. I like his face most of all, youthful yet worldly. His
eyes, oh, his eyes. They really look at you when he speaks. Black orbs they are,
they sparkle when he smiles.
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