Sixth Book of the Year
(originally posted 3/06/2009)
This book, and the author, is now undoubtedly one of my favorites. One of the few still living authors to hold me in a fierce grip. So many things about this novel were amazing. Sure, there are a few things I could poke at and claim they are horrible - but I can blame a lot of it on translation, I’m sure. If only I spoke Sweedish…
to begin with, this is a vampire horror romance novel. NOT Twilight, no, certainly not twilight. So much of this novel is messed up. It frightens me, too, frightens me like House of Leaves frightened me, only, perhaps, worse. Because it was violence, gory things. I fell in love with the characters, so in love. Poor Oskar! I fell in love with all of the characters. Lindqvist carried numerous plot lines, all culminating in the same horrible thing, and all holding on what was a very similar theme: lost love, becoming happy, finding your way…essentially, letting the right one in. It’s… terrible and amazing.
I wanted to cry when I finished it, but I didn’t, probably because I’m in school. It’s such an amazing ending. Really, if the book has a horrible ending, I cannot forgive the author, but this book never had a dull moment. Sure, there were probably times where he changed POV and I’d rather be at another - but it was all so well mastered and put together.
Basically, this book makes me really, really happy. It’s horrible, and dark, and ugly disgusting brutal, but beautiful and wonderful. Among all the horrible things - happy things, problems being solved. It’s not another Anne Rice, it is just a Steven King, and it isn’t at all Stephenie Meyer. It is, wholely, Lindqvist. And I love it.
I cannot wait to get my own copy of this novel (I borrow a friend’s) because I could easily reread this in a few months. A year. I want other books by him too.
The fact that it was a book written in 2005, I believe, and had amazing characters, plot, actually had a theme (so I believe) makes me hae hope. I don’t think of this as a junk novel. It’s literature. You’d have to be in the right mind to really stomach some of it (the acid?) but it’s literature. I looooved it. It’s not JSF, but it’s up there. Most definitly, it’s up there.
What next? I have no idea. Still in the thick of The Count of Monte Cristo. And guess what ? I’m going to Chateau d’If!