Bite-Size Book Review: Croc Attack! by Assaf Gavron

Croc Attack!Croc Attack! by Assaf Gavron

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

“I didn’t have time for the safe side. Who has?”

An immersive first chapter made even more impressive by the fact that the author translated his own work.* However, flipping to the next chapter to find that this was a dual point perspective book on a POV I didn’t care for was disappointing.

  • I laughed when I read the following quote in the book I was reading right after Croc Attack! by Andrew Sean Greer, “Less.”

“He wonders when their conversations had begun to sound like a novel in translation.”

Still, try out the first chapter just to see for yourself what it holds:


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Review: Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman

Me before reading the explicit peach scene:

Me after:

But in all seriousness, I wish I would’ve taken the plunge and read this back in 2017 when I was going through the same intense feelings Elio was experiencing. It would’ve made me like this book a lot more. I did come across this quote at the time that made me nearly pick up the book:

“He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn’t changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.”

I feel like reading this now (thanks to my local library holding a copy), however, when I’m not in that state of mind of almost feverish, obsession with somebody’s existence, it just doesn’t hold the same impact for me. Especially when I came across this oldie but goodie of a video on Youtube that made it hard for a minute thereafter to take the infatuation serious.

All I could hear was “Luuuuu-ke, we’re going to get maaaaaaried” during Elio’s grand proclamations of love.

On a more serious note, I feel like, throughout the book, I was waiting for that moment to hit us as to why exactly Elio fell for Oliver so hard. Was it simply the setting of summer, being seventeen, and having nothing better to do than obsess over every tangible move of their new summer houseguest. Or was it simply that when you start catching feelings you’re already too deep in to go back? Especially when said person is constantly around the corner, never knowing when and where they might appear next, which only adds to the perpetual train of thought circling around them on when you might see them next and what witty thing you might reply in case they end up talking to you… exhausting.

“The thud my heart gave when I saw him unannounced both terrified and thrilled me.”

“Not knowing whether he’d show up at the dinner table was torture. But bearable. Not daring to ask whether he’d be there was the real ordeal. Having my heart jump when I suddenly heard his voice or saw him seated at his seat when I’d almost given up hoping he’d be among us tonight eventually blossomed like a poisoned flower.”

The constant cycle of wanting them gone from your thoughts but never being willing to put an end to it yourself. Man, I don’t know how to bear through the intensity of all that more than once in my lifetime. Or does it never appear that intense the second time around?

I did appreciate how the author captured the “Oh, I’m getting over him any minute now” to then seeing Oliver and instantly forgetting; rinse and repeat. It captures, like he so perfectly worded, the addictive quality of it.

“I knew the feeling wouldn’t last long and that, as with all addicts, it was easy to forswear an addiction immediately after a fix.”

Also, I’m perpetually frightened at the power another person can hold over your state of mind when you’re first in the deep end of it:

“Just a word, a gaze, and I was in heaven.”

All in all, this was a quality trip down memory lane, forever grateful to be out of that state of mine but nonetheless pleased to look at it in hindsight. But the explicitness was sometimes a tad too much for me.

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Bite-Sized Review: All the Crooked Saints by Maggie Stiefvater

Moving to a new city appears daunting until I get to take a trip to the local library. I was delighted, in particular, to find this hidden gem on the shelves. A good sign for a new city.crooked bookspoils

Regarding the book, I was really glad to be engulfed back into Stiefvater’s writing. I was a major fan of her Raven Cycle series, which my review of the last book can attest for. (Didn’t think it was possible to hit Goodreads’ characters limit but I did…)(Oh, and I’m selling my extra copy on Depop right now if you’re interested.)

I was glad to find that the magic in her words still exists for me. Plus, hunting and finding hints of her character traits from the Raven Cycle, like Blue’s sensibility being present in the main character was a nice surprise.

My major downfall for this book became its heavy focus on the plot instead of fleshing out its characters, which is what made Stiefvater’s series one of my favorites. I always delighted in what a certain character said in the series, rather than a twist that followed in the plot. Like, I’ll always quote back the best lines.

“No homework. I got suspended,” Blue replied.
“Get the fuck out,” Ronan said, but with admiration. “Sargent, you asshole.”

And given that this is a standalone book and this is all we’ll really see of the characters, it felt unfortunate to experience this when they hold so much potential. The majority of the book felt like that irrelevant mystery in the Raven Cycle with the Latin teacher. I don’t remember anyone going, “Oh, I want more of those.” Which is essentially what this book is about.

But I’m inclined to favor this book given how out of touch with writing my feelings about books I’ve felt lately, and this is the only book in a while to bring me back. So it was peculiarly nice that the author whose series was one of the best to review is also the one that now made me come back to the art of writing.

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