there's just something so magical about Miyazawa's work, it's hard to explain. the stunning imagery, the dialects, funny expressions with darker undertones.... it evokes such a nostalgic, precious and somehow melancholic feeling I can't quite name.
will definitely read more from him, I'm in awe and in love <3 thank you Yorushika for introducing me to this story, 又三郎 is a blast.
Assim eu quereria o meu último poema. Que fosse terno dizendo as coisas mais simples e menos intencionais Que fosse ardente como um soluço sem lágrimas Que tivesse a beleza das flores quase sem perfume A pureza da chama em que se consomem os diamantes mais límpidos A paixão dos suicidas que se matam sem explicação.
sinceramente a única coisa que eu entendi foi que americano odeia o Brasil, índio e gay
definitely the most complex mystery so far, and I loved getting the perspective of all 4 protagonists!!! one thing I noticed is that the dialogue and language used in these books actually… *sound* like what a teenager would say?? no metaphors and no quirky language because oh-i-am-not-like-the-other-girls and it’s so refreshing compared to most western YA.
I also desperately need to rewatch this arc on the anime because ngl I was a bit lost at times lmao (although kyoani included some new scenes that weren’t in the book, surprisingly)
i still cant believe that Hyouka single handedly made me read again and honestly this series has become a sort of comfort place for me these past weeks <3 onto book 4, i guess?
Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
2.0
listen. The Diviners? great book! cool and scary ghost-murderer, promising characters and a fascinating atmosphere; Lair of Dreams? ok! not-so-scary-ghost-murderer, gay yearning, and a dreamy atmosphere!
now this one? I have no clue - "The time is now." please shut up?????? there were way too many subplots of the subplots (no clear focus), drama, random side characters who had an entire chapter dedicated to them to never show up again and/or straight up just die, a clusterfuck of sex scenes in the end,,,, it got to a point where it was just a chore to pick this up and you know what? i simply don't care about the story or the cast anymore. Memphis, Henry and Ling were the only ones with Actual Personality (though it did feel like Libba Bray just slapped as many minorities onto Ling and made that her entire personality in this book - smart Irish-Chinese with Green Eyes, lesbian asexual disabled girl who talks about the universe like middle school guys who think they are Michio Kaku - but ok) [and Uncle Will and Jericho just died (symbolically and physically) for me.
I really wanted to like this series but I'm just,,,,, bored.
"A flush of colour sprang to Holmes's pale cheeks, and he bowed to us like the master dramatist who receives the homage of his audience. It was at such moments that for an instant he ceased to be a reasoning machine, and betrayed his human love for admiration and applause. The same singularity proud and reserved nature which turned away with disdain from popular notriety was capable of being moved to its depth by spontaneous wonder and praise from a friend."
hm. the pacing was definitely off, and there were just a lot of…. unnecessary scenes? but here’s the thing: I don’t know if it was intentional. because reading this really did feel like a dream. and endless, sometimes aimless and confusing, long long dream. it kinda put me in a trance with the foggy tone, and I honestly don’t know how to feel about it.
the plot twist was pretty obvious and again, that’s not necessary bad as it just makes sense in the context??? because it’s a good dream, one you wouldn’t want to end; it’s both genius and frustrating, and it’s certainly different from Book 1 (poor Wai-Mei and Louis).
the last bit was REALLY good tho. the assembly of Diviners, drunk Evie spitting facts, the set-up(s) for the next book… clever.
overall, this book was simply a different kind of mystery from book 1 and that’s okay!! imo it was a lot more focused on plot than characters, and while I missed Unc Will and wholesome Jericho moments, I still got Ling and quite a history lesson about the 1920s.