Meanwhile, Sam has lived two lives: In winter, the frozen woods, the protection of the pack, and the silent company of a fearless girl. In summer, a few precious months of being human… until the cold makes him shift back
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it was ok
I started reading this book and a curious thing happened. Suddenly my house was sparkling clean, my bills were filed away, I started playing Farm Story and reached level 13 in one day, I did my tax, I spent two hours chatting to the chatbott, Jabberwocky…Anything, and I mean ANYTHING to avoid the boredom of reading Shiver. Shiver, the story of a girl drastically into beastiality, only to find out her wolf lover was really a boy. As I read this book I had the strange urge to lock up my German s
I get the whole eternal love thing. Perhaps Stiefvater was trying to show that Sam and Grace’s connection transcends all the things love actually isn’t supposed to transcend. Maybe I’m just weird and completely unromantic, but I’ve never looked at Fido and found a kindred spirit. I never passed a dog down the street and found that I couldn’t be attracted to men because they just weren’t going to cut it for me anymore.
So, other than the fact that this book disturbed the fucking hell out of me, bored me to death and dragged on like a visit to the old folk’s home, it was also poorly edited. The writing wasn’t TOO bad. Some of the poems were down right rubbish, and some of the others were alright.
Grace and Sam’s voices were near identical. Oh, and another thing, Sam was annoyingly chaste for way too long. Where were all of these careful, thoughtful boys when I was in high school? It’s a disturbing trend, really. Edward Cullen, Sam Roth, Daniel Gregori… they all came pre-pussy whipped and I’m kind of wondering what the attraction is.
Maybe I’m just a sucker for bad boys. Maybe I like boys that I COULDN’T imagine comfortably playing bridge with my 80 year old grandma (not to mention enjoying it!) What is with the sudden need to keep us women in line? If I read one more paranormal, male hunk refuse the supposed love of his life, who is literally flinging her naked body onto him, then I think I’m going to start a convention… a Ball Replacement Convention.
C’mon, Stiefvater! Give the boy his balls back, please! He complained that a jacket made him look bulky! He wrote a poem about a leaking womb! What teenage boy doesn’t shudder at the thought of menstrual blood? What next? Chipped nail, PMS cramps? Is he going to stamp his foot and mutter, “Drat! I can’t believe Jennifer is wearing the same dress as me! I think I might just die!”
Look, I know I’m being incredibly sexist. After all, it was kind of nice to read about a “stoic” female character and an emotional, gentle male character. But Sam felt and read far too much like a middle aged woman and not like a teenage boy. I didn’t feel like he was well characterized or fleshed out enough.
So all in all, I can’t muster the energy to rant about this book. It was REALLY boring. It was average on the writing scale. It’s secondary characterization was pretty good but the main characters didn’t do it for me. The plot was SLOW.
Her parents were stupid. I could complain that they were unrealistic – but I’ve met some fucked up parents over my life, so I’ll buy that they really could be that moronic. What I will complain about is where they get this amazing and varied social life in a small town. It never explains why Sam’s fate is mysteriously different to Jack’s. Maybe I’m just stupid… No. I don’t buy that. Was it because he was out in the freezing cold so it kept his temperature reasonable? Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of giving him a crazy-ass fever? Was it actually because he processed it as a wolf? Well that doesn’t make sense because Grace never changed.
And what’s with the dramatic ending? Really? He gets cured and goes home and gets dressed and reads a few books, checks his mail, gives himself a mani and a pedi, goes on a diet, waits for his skin to clear up, buys the perfect set of shoes and THEN tracks down the love of his life who he thought he’d never see again? I DON’T FUCKING THINK SO! How about stumbling through the forest naked and desperately arriving in Grace’s backyard because he can’t believe the complete miracle of his cure and can’t wait to have the love of his life back in his arms? Yeah, that ending makes so much more sense.
I don’t get why this is popular. But then, I don’t get why Fallen is popular either. It’s just all beyond me. Now I’m off to see if I can cram the word “balls” into this review anymore.
Balls, balls, balls. Oh my goodness she fell in love with a dog! Balls.
This review can also be found on my blog, Cuddlebuggery Book Blog.
Here’s how I imagine Stiefvater’s meeting with the publishing house.
Stiefvater: I want to write a book about a girl who falls in love with a vampire!
Publisher: Sorry, Maggie. That’s been done before. Read Twilight. It’s terrible!
Stiefvater: Oh. I want to write a book about a girl who falls in love with a zombie!
Publisher: Sorry, Maggie. That’s been done before. Read Generation Dead. It’s terrible!
Stiefvater: Oh. I want to write a book about a girl who falls in love with a werewolf!
I read this book to the end so you don’t have to. Shiver should come with a Surgeon General’s Warning. I think all the purple prose has blacked out my eyes! Too bad the swelling didn’t prevent me from noticing the ginormous plot holes. And I need some aspirin because my head aches from clenching my jaw as I am certain all the sappy sweetness contained in this adverb infested book was injected straight into my molars. I am very much at a loss as to how this book has received so many glowing revie
Allow me to recount the story (for mood purposes, you need to know that the setting of this book is frigid, so, well, feel cold okay?) Moving on, Grace is 17 and in love with a golden eyed wolf that saved her when she was 11 and too weak and insipid to fight back for herself as wolves were attempting to consume her flesh. Unable to think of anything but her love for a wild dog, Grace is forever seeking out her wolf, trying to catch a glimpse of him or possibly make friends with him a la White Fang, only in a romantic way. Sounds disturbing right? Well brace yourself cause this wild dog is equally obsessed and in love with Grace, either due to the fact that she looked like an angel while lying in the snow, nearly catatonic and helpless or because his wolf self likes the stink of fear and uselessness. What follows is a story about how these two characters defy lame and dare I say “borrowed” werewolf lore, meet, cuddle, spout lame poetry and construct sad song lyrics.
The best part of this book is the cover and the font, which sadly, had nothing to do with the author. There was one well done scene, and the description was able to establish the temperature of the setting which was pertinent to the plot. But the very thing that the author was good at, description, was one of the very worst things about Shiver. I have yet to meet, and I pray that I never will, a guy that describes himself as a “leaky womb”. I don’t even know what that means, I guess he felt like a menstruating uterus which seems very strange. I have never eaten in a kitchen that smells like easy survival, nor liked the smell of armpit, or heard a guy call anything “horribly cute”, much less a pom pom hat, call me crazy.
Also, I am sure this author doesn’t like having her book compared to Twilight, but it seems as though she was attempting to cash in on its success. Aside from the whole temperature angle, the werewolf lore in this book reeked of Stephanie Meyer’s werewolf lore, which was ludicrous, not to mention a major bore fest. Grace might as well have been a Bella cutout, though somehow not as interesting, which is a whole new low that I never would have thought possible. And Sam, well he is the werewolf version of Edward, only lacking in confidence, swoonworthiness, and talent.
I’m not going to lie, I had some aww moments, I’ve already mentioned there being one very well done scene, and sometimes I would catch myself nearing a teary eyed state when Sam would talk about his dread of the impending winter. But those moments were usually massacred by extreme ridiculousness, childishness, pretentious poetry, and random outbursts of nonsensical song lyrics that were impossible to ignore.
So YA readers, do yourself a favor, and avoid this book like the plague otherwise you may experience bruising of the retinas, sore teeth, and burnt fingers from turning all those frosty pages. Other side effects may include side stitches from laughing at extreme ridiculousness, random eye twitching and scratchy throat from asking WTH? more times than I can count.