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The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles and The Slow Waltz of the Turtles

My friend recommended Katherine Pancol‘s books to me so I grabbed the first one The yellow eyes of crocodiles and started to read.

The beginnig of the book moved on a little slowly but I was persistent and continued reading. After a while I started to enjoy the story. It was a story of growth, a survival story of a woman and a story of her family relations. After almost 700 pages, as the book ended, I was pleased that I didn’t give up. I liked Josephine and hoped the best for her. And I decided to read the second part of the trilogy, The Slow Waltz of the Turtles.

I don’t know why but the second book was a little different. There was violence, murder, subordination, exercise of power and more. I was confused, where did this come from and why? There was Josephine and her problems with love and life, but I started to read a novel about relationships and life. I didn’t start to read a crime novel. It almost felt like Katherine Pancol didn’t know what she wanted to write so she put in a little bit of everything. And, after almost 800 pages I was dissapointed. I didn’t want all those ugly things to happen in these books, the story didn’t seem like that. Of course life is not always pretty, but all the things that happen to Josephines sister Iris, well, just too much, when you think about this trilogy.

I’m still thinking if I want to read the third part, The Squirrels of Central Park are Sad on Mondays. I guess I have to, so I’ll know what’s going to happen to Josephine. But before that I’m going to take a little break and read something else. These books are so chucky that you just don’t read them like that, in a couple of days. I have to prepare myself before I read the last one, because it’s going to be heavy, I’m sure of that.

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Bridget Jones – Mad About The Boy

I love Bridget Jones -movies and I’ve read the books also, so I was excited to hear that there’s a new Bridget Jones -book. Mad About The Boy.

What I love about Bridget is that she has the ability to laugh at herself. The books (and movies) have humour, love and silly everyday events, and the reader (and the viewer) can relate to them. Bridget is a girl next door, added with little silly features.

Mad About The Boy was also funny, there was love and silly everyday events. There was motherhood and children, lice and bedtime stories. It has a happy ending.

But I also felt that Bridget was a little too immature and very desperate. By desperate I don’t mean her grief over dead husband Marc but the despair about ageing and finding a man in her life. Nonetheless, these are the topics that are familiar to many women. Ageing scares people, so does loneliness.

Besides, it sucks that Marc died. Why couldn’t Bridget have her happy ending with him after all the fuss? That would have been a good way to finish the story of Bridget.

Mad About The Boy was a good read, one time. If they make a movie of it, I may see it. Another book to leave behind.

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The Boy in the Suitcase

The Boy in the Suitcase, a book by Agnete Friis & Lene Kaaberbøll, is yet another Scandinavian thriller novel. I’m quite a fan of Scandinavian detective stories, but this book didn’t convince me.

When I read the description of the book, it seemed intresting. A boy in a suitcase, what has happened? In the beginning, when I started to read The Boy in the Suitcase, the story was kind of intriguing. When I read more, it started to annoy me. The story didn’t move forward as smoothly I would’ve wanted it to move. The main character Nina, acted stupidly, I think, so the story was not convincing.

I finished the book but it left me feeling a little unsatisfied. There was something missing. The Boy in the Suitcase didn’t rise to the level of addictive thriller stories. It left me wondering wether it was ment to be a thriller novel, I don’t know.

Thriller or not, I wasn’t sad when the book ended.


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August: Osage County

August: Osage County was not a light movie, no. It’s full of snide remarks, quarreling, resentment, envy, jealousy and bitterness.

It’s also filled with great performances from some brilliant actresses and actors.

Meryl Streep is, in my opinion, one of the greatest, a true legend. I always enjoy her performance and she has the ability to transform to all the demands that the role needs. I feel great respect for her as an actress.

Benedict Cumberbatch is one of my favourite actors from the younger generation. I’ve enjoyed his talent in Sherlock. In August: Osage County he has a smaller role, but he does it well.

A horribly dysfunctional family. Many secrets, some quite heavy. A movie that made me feel discomfort. It made me think of my own family. My father that I hardly ever see. My mother, who has problems with  alcohol. Almost every family has it’s own problems. Envy and bitterness. Relationships are not easy and just because someone belongs to the same family as you, doesn’t mean you are able to like them or get along. It’s a thing that makes, atleast me, feel quilty. I should like my father. I try to ignore the fact that we’re not close, but from time to time it comes to my mind and I feel sad.

This train of thoughts reminds me of something that Carrie Bradshaw says in one of the episodes of Sex and the City. This is it “The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don’t. But, in the end, they’re the people you always come home to. Sometimes it’s the family you’re born into and sometimes it’s the one you make for yourself.”

Well, one thought led to another. Back to August: Osage County. I liked the movie very much, although it was heavy. I didn’t feel happy, when I left the movie theatre, but it had something that touched my heart.


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We Need To Talk About Kevin

Some time has passed when I read and watched We Need To Talk About Kevin. Still, I have to say something about it.

I read the book a couple of years ago and, I must say, it was quite an experience. We Need To Talk About Kevin is a book that I will never forget, that’s for sure. I literally felt the pain that came across, in my stomach and in my heart.

Loving your children is sometimes hard. It’s something that a mother shouldn’t say, but it’s true. Motherhood isn’t always dancing on roses. Sometimes days are so hard you just want to cry. But you still love your children so much. And, as a mother I know that you almost always feel quilt. There’s always something you could have done better. There’s always something you did wrong.

We Need To Talk About Kevin describes vividly the difficult relationship of a mother and her disturbed son. So much trying, setbacks, quilt and other feelings. When the book drew on, I was crying, the end was so, so sad. One of the most emotional reading experiences of my life.

Then to the movie.

When I went to see the movie, I knew, of course, that it was not going to be a happy movie. I think Tilda Swinton was a good choice for the role of the mother. Her being is distant and somehow cold and it suited well to this movie. Ezra Miller’s (Kevin) stinging eyes were spot on.

I must say that the movies was a little disorganized. It helped, that I had read the book, I knew what to expect. When the movie came to the point when Kevin starts to kill his schoolmates with an arrow I was shocked, although I knew what was coming. Still, I think that the movie didn’t reach the same atmosphere as the book.

I prefer the book over the movie. This is, for sure a book that will divide opinions, but it touched my heart.

After I had read the book I went to find some information about Lionel Shriver, the author, and I found out that he was actually she, a woman named Margaret Ann Shriver.




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