Showing posts with label Purple Prose. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 30, 2026

Book Review - Alice Hoffman's Practical Magic

Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman
Published by: Berkley
Publication Date: July 1st, 1995
Format: Kindle, 290 Pages
Rating: ★★
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Sally and Gillian Owens's upbringing has been far from normal. Orphaned at a young age they moved to Massachusetts to live with their aunts. Their house on Magnolia Street is where the desperate women of the town came to get what they most desire. Love can be bought, but at what cost? Sally is determined to have a normal life and looks for any sign that her aunts are nothing but charlatans. Sadly, she sees no such evidence and the insults hurled at her and Gillian are, in Sally's mind, nothing but the cruel truth. As time passes the insults of the other children turn to intrigue. Gillian starts turning heads. But they have been warned by their aunts. Love isn't in the cards if you are an Owens. Two young boys they dearly cared for were struck by lightning on the town green and it has become part of the allure to the womenfolk at their door. Yet love will find a way. Gillian elopes and is already done with her first marriage when she's barely out of high school. And then Sally falls. Hard. Michael and her and their two daughters, Kylie and Antonia, live with the aunts on Magnolia Street. The town embraces them. Everything is perfect until some kids are out joyriding and hit and kill Michael. Sally does not speak for a year. Her only connection to the world is a weekly phone call with her sister. After the year is up Sally packs up her daughters and moves out. For eleven years she did the right thing. For eleven years her daughters were raised in a stable home environment with only one week of excess in August with the aunts in Massachusetts. And then Gillian returns. She hasn't been east of the Mississippi since she first crossed it all those years ago. She's in trouble. Big trouble. She's brought Jimmy. Jimmy is dead. He was abusive and dangerous and she was just trying to give herself a little bit of a break and, well, she killed him with poison. She really didn't mean it to be fatal. But here she is, east of the Mississippi and asking her sister for help. They bury him under the lilac. Lilacs aren't supposed to bloom in July, but these are. And that's not the only unnatural occurrence. As Gillian inserts herself into her sister's life she creates an enemy in Kylie and an ally in Antonia. Kylie is further enraged by Gillian's courtship of her favorite teacher, Ben Frye. As the girls start to turn into young women and Sally and Gillian cope with their past one thing is certain, time might be running out. Because a man like Jimmy doesn't disappear without someone noticing. And that someone could be dangerous to Sally and her heart. Luckily whenever things get too bad at least you can call in the aunts. They are the best reinforcements anyone can ask for.

Practical Magic is a cultural phenomenon. The movie that is. I can't count the number of times that I have watched it. In college I took a set design class and one of my teacher's former students had worked on the film so he had oodles of pictures of the set to share with us. I remember sitting in that darkened classroom and dreaming of living in the Owens's house. Because, let's be honest, anyone who has ever watched this film wants that house. In fact one of my friends was devastated to learn that the house was a facade with the interiors on a sound stage elsewhere. She needed to believe that the house was out there and she could one day show up and move in. I pointed out that she could always build a replica but she insists it's not the same. This is how strong people feel about this movie. They are destroyed if the curtain is lifted on the mundane realities that went into making it. They want to believe in the magic. As did I. Though I would be totally fine with a replica for your information if anyone wanted to build me one. I love this movie so much that of course I wanted to read the book. But first I had to find the exact copy I was willing to read. I needed the tie-in edition with Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman on the cover with witches silhouetted over the moon. Once I found it, I read it, and I hated it for not being the movie. I quickly sold that edition I had spent so much time to acquire and vowed never to look back. With the second movie coming out I decided to give the book a second chance. I was going to read it and try not to draw comparisons between it and the beloved film it became. I was going to let it stand on it's own. As you can probably guess, that was never going to work. I love the film too much. But I was able to go back in knowing how different it was and to try to judge it on it's own merits. So, how is the book on it's own? I hate all the characters. They're all unpleasant and miserable. What's more, the focus on Sally's teenage daughters makes the book too full of teenage angst. Teenage angst that even Gillian hasn't grown out of despite being a thirty something year old woman. Stop acting like a lovestruck teen! Grow up! Everything about you pisses me off. Oh, and your ex Jimmy? Alice Hoffman was channeling Anne Rice's Lasher big time. It was actually a bit disconcerting. Though the failing of this book is more in how it's told than what's told, so it's all on Alice Hoffman's writing. It's written in a weird leaping omniscient narration so you don't know who is being referred to. And as a reader of Terry Pratchett I'm used to books without chapters because life doesn't happen in chapters, but having four sections in an almost three hundred page book with no natural breaks is off-putting and at times grueling. The style is trying to be too lyrical and is just dripping with purple prose. Here's an idea, let the characters speak for themselves instead of describing everything in the tiniest detail while also confusing the heck out of your readers. So yeah, this book wasn't for me, but at least I can say I dislike it for itself instead of hating it for what it isn't.

Wednesday, January 18, 2023

Book Review 2022 #4 - Julia Quinn's It's in His Kiss

It's in His Kiss by Julia Quinn
Published by: Avon
Publication Date: June 28th, 2005
Format: Paperback, 399 Pages
Rating: ★★★★★
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Gareth St. Clair has one person in all the world whom he loves, that is his maternal grandmother Lady Danbury. His father would publicly declare Gareth a bastard if it wouldn't make himself look like a cuckold. But now that Gareth's older brother has died and he is to inherit, one would think things might change. Well they do, but not because of his father, because of Hyacinth Bridgerton. Much like Gareth, Hyacinth is a darling of Lady Danbury's. In fact they really are the only two. Which is why they are sitting next to each other at the Smythe-Smith Musicale. An evening of "entertainment" that Lady Danbury insists they go to because someone needs to cheer those poor Smythe-Smiths on. And for the first time in memory Hyacinth didn't hate the evening. Could it be because of Gareth? She's being continually hounded to get married, and she's under no delusions that it's because her family wishes to be ride of her. She knows she can be a bit much, but no one has ever even come close to getting near her heart. But is that because, as her mother says, she won't let anyone in? Well, the last person she'd let in is Gareth St. Clair. He's a hardened rake. Hyacinth has heard ALL the stories from his grandmother. Yet there's something about him. Something that is different. The next day, a Tuesday, Hyacinth is reading Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron to Lady Danbury as she does every week when Gareth arrives and interrupts the two lamenting the heroine's fate. Gareth has just come into possession of his paternal grandmother's diary which his brother left him. He's dying to know what it says, perhaps she knew his real father! But the problem is the diary is in Italian. Hyacinth happens to mention she knows Italian, perhaps overstating her skills a little just to impress him. But she offers to have a go and is instantly obsessed with Isabella's life and a secret she held, a cache of diamonds she never told her husband about. Gareth and Hyacinth become frantic in their search for the jewels. Could there be a better revenge on his father than stealing the jewels out from under him? Perhaps marrying Hyacinth, the girl his father said would never accept him. Unless that is exactly what his father wants...

Hyacinth, as the youngest Bridgerton, hasn't played much of a role in the previous volumes due to her age. From Colin's book onward we've had hints that she's rather a handful with a love of gossip and an unguarded tongue she seems to share more DNA with Lady Danbury than she does with the Bridgertons. She's the sibling whom Anthony longs to have off his hands as, all things considered, while her family loves her, she's a bit of a nightmare. And this, right here, is why I so heartily love Hyacinth. Yes, she puts on a strong front and knows it's important, nay, imperative to always be yourself, but she knows that she can be "too much" for some people and I can so relate to this that it's painful. It took me a long time to find friends whom I could be myself around. Friends who didn't think I was too loud, or too enthusiastic, or just too much. It's painful when you know your faults are an intrinsic part of yourself. I have tried to be quiet, I've tried to tone myself down, but it's frustrating to the point of tears sometimes to feel that the world just doesn't get you. And when Hyacinth's mother had a rather frank conversation about her muchness that told the truth but blunted the sting with so much love and admiration for her daughter amongst the frustration I too cried. Why can't Violet be my mother? I've had the truth handed to me in harsh ways and to have someone love you enough to express the truth through love instead of through vindictiveness just makes me love this book all the more. And the fact that Hyacinth finds love with Gareth just makes me happy, because he loves her because she's different and outspoken and just Hyacinth. And as for Gareth, well, this might be the only Bridgerton novel where I connected with both halves of the couple completely. I totally related to his desolation that there was just one person in the world who loves him and whom he loves. That small unit can be scary. That one connection so fierce yet so fragile. Dammit, now I think I'm going to cry again. Thankfully whenever I feel maudlin I just have to remember how much Lady Danbury is in this volume. Dammit, she's just awesome. Her love of purple prose and romance underneath all that snark just adds another layer of perfection to someone I already thought damn perfect to start with.

Friday, July 8, 2022

Book Review - Julia Quinn's It's in His Kiss

It's in His Kiss by Julia Quinn
Published by: Avon
Publication Date: June 28th, 2005
Format: Paperback, 399 Pages
Rating: ★★★★★
To Buy

Gareth St. Clair has one person in all the world whom he loves, that is his maternal grandmother Lady Danbury. His father would publicly declare Gareth a bastard if it wouldn't make himself look like a cuckold. But now that Gareth's older brother has died and he is to inherit, one would think things might change. Well they do, but not because of his father, because of Hyacinth Bridgerton. Much like Gareth, Hyacinth is a darling of Lady Danbury's. In fact they really are the only two. Which is why they are sitting next to each other at the Smythe-Smith Musicale. An evening of "entertainment" that Lady Danbury insists they go to because someone needs to cheer those poor Smythe-Smiths on. And for the first time in memory Hyacinth didn't hate the evening. Could it be because of Gareth? She's being continually hounded to get married, and she's under no delusions that it's because her family wishes to be ride of her. She knows she can be a bit much, but no one has ever even come close to getting near her heart. But is that because, as her mother says, she won't let anyone in? Well, the last person she'd let in is Gareth St. Clair. He's a hardened rake. Hyacinth has heard ALL the stories from his grandmother. Yet there's something about him. Something that is different. The next day, a Tuesday, Hyacinth is reading Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron to Lady Danbury as she does every week when Gareth arrives and interrupts the two lamenting the heroine's fate. Gareth has just come into possession of his paternal grandmother's diary which his brother left him. He's dying to know what it says, perhaps she knew his real father! But the problem is the diary is in Italian. Hyacinth happens to mention she knows Italian, perhaps overstating her skills a little just to impress him. But she offers to have a go and is instantly obsessed with Isabella's life and a secret she held, a cache of diamonds she never told her husband about. Gareth and Hyacinth become frantic in their search for the jewels. Could there be a better revenge on his father than stealing the jewels out from under him? Perhaps marrying Hyacinth, the girl his father said would never accept him. Unless that is exactly what his father wants...

Hyacinth, as the youngest Bridgerton, hasn't played much of a role in the previous volumes due to her age. From Colin's book onward we've had hints that she's rather a handful with a love of gossip and an unguarded tongue she seems to share more DNA with Lady Danbury than she does with the Bridgertons. She's the sibling whom Anthony longs to have off his hands as, all things considered, while her family loves her, she's a bit of a nightmare. And this, right here, is why I so heartily love Hyacinth. Yes, she puts on a strong front and knows it's important, nay, imperative to always be yourself, but she knows that she can be "too much" for some people and I can so relate to this that it's painful. It took me a long time to find friends whom I could be myself around. Friends who didn't think I was too loud, or too enthusiastic, or just too much. It's painful when you know your faults are an intrinsic part of yourself. I have tried to be quiet, I've tried to tone myself down, but it's frustrating to the point of tears sometimes to feel that the world just doesn't get you. And when Hyacinth's mother had a rather frank conversation about her muchness that told the truth but blunted the sting with so much love and admiration for her daughter amongst the frustration I too cried. Why can't Violet be my mother? I've had the truth handed to me in harsh ways and to have someone love you enough to express the truth through love instead of through vindictiveness just makes me love this book all the more. And the fact that Hyacinth finds love with Gareth just makes me happy, because he loves her because she's different and outspoken and just Hyacinth. And as for Gareth, well, this might be the only Bridgerton novel where I connected with both halves of the couple completely. I totally related to his desolation that there was just one person in the world who loves him and whom he loves. That small unit can be scary. That one connection so fierce yet so fragile. Dammit, now I think I'm going to cry again. Thankfully whenever I feel maudlin I just have to remember how much Lady Danbury is in this volume. Dammit, she's just awesome. Her love of purple prose and romance underneath all that snark just adds another layer of perfection to someone I already thought damn perfect to start with.

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