My rating: 1 of 5 stars
If one of us falls, we all fall.
I always thought that Emily May, the best reviewer in the United Kingdom, had different tastes and opinions from mine, and that is the fact since no two fingers are the same. But I thought, judging by our ratings, that nothing seemed to correspond between the two of us. However, I've changed my mind after reading this book: I've learned my lesson about reading the 'popular' books.
Todd Hewitt is a boy awaiting to become a man; in approximately a month, he will turn thirteen, which, in this Utopian world, is considered a man. So we can reach the conclusion from this that teenage and adolescence is not something we can see. A wonderful world without those pesky teenagers, right?! Anyway, Todd lives in Prentisstown - fortunately, not enigmatic. Adversity struck this town and women had to pay their lives to meet the consequences. In addition to the annihilation of all females, the remaining men can hear what is going on in the other person's head. In nutshell, no secret can be kept, and everyone can enter anyone's thoughts. One day, Todd is forced to flee. He is even more surprised when he sees
-drum rolls please- a girl.
I am Todd Hewitt. I am twelve years and twelve months old. I live in Prentisstown on New World. I will be a man in one month's time exactly.
Take my advice: this book is so horrible that even my cousin, Arnold's copy of Twilight deserves a pardon from being executed by hanging to death. If not for environmental pollution, I would have topped this book into the fire! Well, that would be destruction of trees as well, but printing this has been a waste of paper and ink, too. All this book has is sheer nonsense, asinine plot, preposterous characters, absurd language, galling protagonist, and perfectly imperfect dystopian world. Todd is a boy who is afraid that the readers might forget him due to his prosaic characteristics, and hence, makes ubiquitous thoughts saying his name and biography; using an excuse that it was a trick to help him. I strongly believe that the author was afraid we would forget Todd any moment.
'I am Todd Hewitt, I think. When it gods midnight I will be a man in twenty-seven days. I am the son of my ma and pa, may they rest in peace. I am the son of Ben and Cillian, may they-'
The omnipresence of quotes like this is simply beyond rational explanation, logic, and reasoning. Please! Give me a legitimate and plausible reason why he has to remind himself that he is Todd Hewitt! And not some pathetic excuse!
Further on, I have to criticize the language. My staunch belief is that this is an embarrassment to English. This is more of the American slang which tends to drive me dizzy. Besides, grammatical errors. I simply do not understand the trend of author: this mistake has now oriented among many authors, including one of my favourites.
'Me and Viola are faster than Ben and sometimes we have to slow down to let his catch up.'
Me and Viola? That, my friend, is incorrect usage. I thought Patrick Mess was a renowned author meticulous about such errors. My theory has been proven false.
I'd love to proceed, but I've got to write my poem on 'teacher' neatly on a paper, and I can't do it whilst I'm ranting. So I'll end this by saying reading this might be the death of me!
View all my reviews