You guys know I love Thursday, right? But this book failed to make its mark and the main reason is: it is from the POV of a character of a book playing another character in a book. So, we get a Thursday Lite version who isn’t as gutsy, smart, or even funny as the real one is. I’m not saying she isn’t likable; she is. Because she recognizes her shortcomings and does something about them. Ends up saving BookWorld and everything too! But she just isn’t my Thursday.
Another irksome thing about this one was how descriptive it was. We get that the author wanted to show off the new and improved version of BookWorld after it got a makeover. But if the scenery is interrupting the flow of the story, they may be overdoing it.
Everything else that I love about this series, i.e., the silliness, references to classics, and appearance by characters from other books, was all there. Observe some excerpts:
The loss of a pig out of Animal Farm was the most celebrated incident. It fell several thousand feet and landed inside a book of short stories by Graham Greene. Disaster was averted by a quick-thinking Jurisfiction agent who expertly sewed the pig into the narrative. It was Jurisfiction at its very best.
Although Outlander authors kill, maim, disfigure and eviscerate bookpeople on a regular basis, no author has ever been held to account, although lawyers are working on a test case to deal with serial offenders. The mechanism for transfictional jurisdiction has yet to be finalized, but when it is, some authors may have cause to regret their worst excesses.Guess which author did I think of when I read this! Lol
I also liked the love for indie books that the author threw in this one. An example:
We tend not to use the term Vanity anymore. It sounds derogatory. We refer to it as Self-Published or Collaborative, and you’d be surprised just how much good prose is interspersed with that of an uneven nature.”
This was true. Beatrix Potter, Keats and George Eliot had all been self-published, as was the first issue of Alice in Wonderland .
And the fun at Dostoevsky’s characters’ expense:
I opened the door to find three Dostoyevskivites staring at me from within a dense cloud of moral relativism.
But, I’m glad that we’ll be getting back to the original Thursday in the next one.