Pünktlich zum Erscheinen des 6. Bandes im Oktober habe auch ich es nun endlich geschafft, den 5. und ehemals letzten Teil der Reihe zu lesen, an den ich mich bisher nicht herangetraut hatte, da ich mich nicht von meinen geliebten Erben verabschieden wollte. Normalerweise kann ich es gar nicht leiden, wenn eine Reihe über den eigentlichen letzten Band fortgeführt wird, aber in diesem Fall freue ich mich über alle Maße, dass es doch kein Abschied für immer geworden ist. Anlässlich des First-Reads des 5. Bandes gab es natürlich einen Reread der ganzen Reihe, zum einen, um meine Erinnerungen aufzufrischen, zum anderen, weil ich von den jungen Vampiren einfach nicht genug bekommen kann . . .
There are not enough positive words in this world to do justice to Code Name Verity. It is utterly brilliant, intriguing, shocking – and it will rip out your heart. Thrice. Not that there was anything left after the first time … But isn’t that just the way we like our novels? Don’t we all adore magnificent writing, stunning plots, and believable characters? Unforgettable tales of loyalty and betrayal, of trust and fortitude even in the face of torment and fear? If you can’t answer these questions with a resounding YES, then you cannot be helped. This, my dear readingrats is the story of a friendship so strong and true, written so perfectly that it comes to life before the reader’s eyes . . .
Thank God, it’s over. Finishing this was a nightmare; I made it through eventually but not without heavily exercising my eye rolling abilities. Either I fail to recognise the literary value or this book is completely mental. There are so many aspects that drove me crazy that I don’t even know where to begin. It was almost unbearable to read, especially since I knew from the very first page on that I would have issues with this novel . . .
I tried to like it. I really did, but The Host also failed to win me over on my second attempt to finish this book. The idea itself had the potential of becoming a gripping, fast-paced sci-fi action thriller, but the execution emphasised all the wrong aspects turning it into an often boring and lengthy tale that focuses on a questionable love triangle propped by flat characters and a story that sometimes seems to move rather backwards instead of getting anywhere at all. The ending could have saved the novel by breaking through my wall of indifference – if the novel had actually ended there.
Fascinatingly weird and ominous, this book poses more questions than it bothers to answer. The reader is depending on Chloe’s narration about her persuasive older sister Ruby, the drowned town of Olive, and an incident extinguished from the memory of the town inhabitants that keeps the reader wondering what is real and what is imagination . . .