(This is the first review I've ever written. It's probably a disaster. I don't know how to gather by thoughts and arrange them nicely.)
Summary from Goodreads.com:
Sixteen-year-old
Jack gets drunk and is in the wrong place at the wrong time. He is
kidnapped. He escapes, narrowly. The only person he tells is his best
friend, Conner. When they arrive in London as planned for summer break, a
stranger hands Jack a pair of glasses. Through the lenses, he sees
another world called Marbury.
There is war in
Marbury. It is a desolate and murderous place where Jack is responsible
for the survival of two younger boys. Conner is there, too. But he’s
trying to kill them.
Meanwhile, Jack is falling in love with an English girl, and afraid he’s losing his mind.
Conner tells Jack it’s going to be okay.
But it’s not.
Andrew
Smith has written his most beautiful and personal novel yet, as he
explores the nightmarish outer limits of what trauma can do to our
bodies and our minds."
On Sunday night, I finished reading
The Marbury Lens by Andrew Smith. For forty
minutes after that, all I said was, “What the fudgesicle?!”
Seriously.
Let me say it again. Wait, let me say it a few more times.
What the fudgesicle?! What the fudgesicle?! What the fudgesicle?! What the fudgesicle?! What the fudgesicle?! What the fudgesicle?!
I love this book for many reasons.
I loved Jack and Connor. I
love reading books through a guys’ perspective.
It’s always so refreshing. Jack
is so awkward, he seemed so real with all his insecurities. And I love Connor! Yes, he’s always making sex jokes but I
like that he doesn’t let things get to him too much. I love them together the
most. They truly are the best of
friends, and have each others' backs no matter what.
It disturbed me. Reading
about Jack’s kidnapping, and what Freddie did to him, it freaked me out a
little bit. I usually just read
supernatural/Paranormal/paranormal romance, and stuff like that hasn’t happened
in those books – or it has, but it’s just mentioned.
The affect that it had on Jack was scary.
“Freddie Horvath did something to
my brain.”
“F*** you, Jack”
Those lines are written over and over. In the same paragraph he would talk about
himself in the third person, then switch to first. As if he were detached from himself, or
losing his mind. He became an unreliable
narrator.
It’s brilliant!
And totally twisted!
Marbury. Holy Batman! Purple lens that take you to another
world? That is flippin’ awesome. Yes, Jack is fighting to keep Ben, Griffin,
and himself alive, but you have to admit, it’s so cool. It’s a place for him to escape, a place for
him to fight what happened to him.
I give this book 5/5 gold stars. If you read this book, just a warning, you won't forget it. It gets into your brain, it messes with you.
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