So I spent all of yesterday ignoring a bit of work I had to do and jub hunting and reading World War Z. Jesus, what a trip. This was completely, totally up my alley - realistic and geopolitically correct description of a supernatural apocalypse? With multiple personal stories and groups of isolated people creating a complex society from the ground up? Drifting rafts converted into makeshift cities? Contagion tracking from the beginning of a pandemic? Historic castles being used as zombie resistance siegue holders by super kickass people??
Seriously, was this book written specifically for me and everyone just forgot to mention it?
Aaaah, so great. Anyway, looking forward to the movie now, though it looks super different from the book, mainly because of the constraints of the book's narrative. I guess it just wouldn't be as exciting for a movie to be told completely in flashbacks after ten years of peace.
So, in all honesty, The Maze Runner? Not a fantastic book*. It's not bad per se, but it's got a bazillion plotholes, its author clearly can't do math and the characters' relationships are as shallow as... dunno, jell-o, or something. Saying that! I sort of want to pet Dylan O'Brien on the head and be like 'well done, you, who's gonna get all famous, who's gonna get all famous - yes, you are'.
Also, he gets to make out with Kaya Scodelario. Lucky bastard.
*I thought I'd already written a review, because I remember being particularly irritated by the author's total inability to count. Huh.
Seriously, was this book written specifically for me and everyone just forgot to mention it?
Aaaah, so great. Anyway, looking forward to the movie now, though it looks super different from the book, mainly because of the constraints of the book's narrative. I guess it just wouldn't be as exciting for a movie to be told completely in flashbacks after ten years of peace.
So, in all honesty, The Maze Runner? Not a fantastic book*. It's not bad per se, but it's got a bazillion plotholes, its author clearly can't do math and the characters' relationships are as shallow as... dunno, jell-o, or something. Saying that! I sort of want to pet Dylan O'Brien on the head and be like 'well done, you, who's gonna get all famous, who's gonna get all famous - yes, you are'.
Also, he gets to make out with Kaya Scodelario. Lucky bastard.
*I thought I'd already written a review, because I remember being particularly irritated by the author's total inability to count. Huh.
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