A dew weeks ago I got a new phone. In the midst of transferring data and reinstalling apps, I looked at the Goodreads download screen with my thumb hovering over ‘Install’ for quite a while. Every reader I know has a Goodreads account. Honestly, for the organized types, it’s a true blessing. Imagine a virtual existence of your bookshelf with each shelf as a category. There’s the ones you read, the ones you want to, and the ones you’re currently reading. This doesn’t even include the ones you can create for whatever purpose. It’s extremely handy and useful, except sometimes it’s pretty overwhelming for me.
Emily Klein doesn’t know she has killed her husband until the day of his funeral. At first, signs point to a tragic accident. Yet, as Emily pieces together the events before his death – events which led to her own memory loss – she begins to suspect that her husband’s death may have been the result of more than a terrible twist of fate… But the accident is only the beginning. Because while Emily’s physical scars will heal, the trauma of the accident has awakened old ghosts. She hears strange sounds, catches things that can’t possibly be there in the corner of her eye. Before long, everywhere she looks, she seems to see her husband. And suddenly, Emily finds herself asking the most dangerous question of all: Can she really trust herself?
There are only about 20+ posts on my blog and I feel as though that 70% of them include the words Fight Club. Most of them mention my love for it, or how great it was for me, or just how much I consider it to be a literary masterpiece. The things is, for a very long time I haven’t been able to properly articulate why and how it affected me. I say it’s Fight Club, but it’s a lot more than that.
I remember when the film premiered in the late 90s, when it came to HBO and all I understood was that there was some fighting and the name was carved into pink soap. This was before I was deeply in love with Brad Pitt and had to see all his films. This was also the time that my idea of a great film to occupy me was Spice World or Rugrats Go To Paris. I still had youth left in me, and with that in mind, I didn’t honestly have the attention span or intelligence for this movie.
In a way, I still don’t.
The Magicians came into my life and ravished me this past week. Honestly, the show so much didn’t do it but the fictional characterizations and mental improvements I added when the show lacked is what captured me. As much as I enjoyed it as is, as something to distract me from beating myself up over not finishing my story or being stuck in a show that made me cry all the time, it got the job done while also making me think about something important. What’s a hero? Truly, what makes a hero, well, heroic?
What a long journey this adventure has been. I’ve never completely a yearly challenge let alone been proud of myself for doing so. It’s a bit obvious that I’ve been having a rough couple of weeks but there’s more to celebrate than just completing #Twenty2016, I’ve also been a blogger for a full year. So, what better way to celebrate a bloggiversary than with a comic review of a title I’ve been waiting the last five years to read: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World!
I can’t lie, I felt a little guilty with having comics carry me to my final goal over novels but I had to remind myself, constantly, that a book is a book and no matter what if I read it, it counts, dammit! Now, into the books! I scored the titles because I signed up for Comixology Unlimited and am also a Prime member and scored the title from their new program called Prime Reading. Truthfully, there aren’t many titles but these just so happen to be listed and I had to get them. Had to.
What’s it about?
Come on. It’s Scott Pilgrim. But for those who genuinely don’t know (not being condescending I swear) Scott Pilgrim is a 23 year old who lives with his gay friend Wallace in a one room apartment, if you can call it that, in Canada. Scott is in a band called the Sex Bob-ombs. Dating 17 year old Knives Chua, Scott meets Ramona Flowers who quite literally skates into his life, and dreams, and they begin dating. Plot twist: Scott has to fight her seven deadly exes in order to be with her. Another plot twist: he has no idea who they are until they appear.
I will say the thing all book readers say to movie lovers when a book they like has a movie: it’s nothing like the movie. Well, not true, it’s kinda like the movie but with a just a little bit more history. The movie misses the mark on making it known that Scott actually can fight, and by missing this chance to show that he wasn’t exactly a dweeb. In the comic Scott is actually, I don’t know, cool. He’s had four girlfriends and can cook and fight and is really funny. What else the movie missed to make seems is that Ramona actually likes Scott. The comic fantastically portrayed her interest in him as much as his in her.it felt a little weird to think back in the movie and see how in the beginning and a little throughout Ramona seemed standoffish to him.
The second volume brought me a bit more perspective on Knives, the young ex girlfriend of Scott. She didn’t just fade into the distance when Scott moved on, she stood her ground and fought too. There was random action that made the story a bit more silly but also enjoyable. Oddly, making more characters other than Scott fight made sense to me. It seemed a little weird that Scott and the exes would be the only ones randomly good at combat when it felt like a story where the band as a whole could have secretly been ass-kicking white ninjas(???) Either way, it was nice to have these ideas of characters and have them fleshed out a bit more, for then to be dynamic secondary characters rather than props to Scott’s story.
Into the more technical part of the review, the art is completely fantastic. It was a cartoon type that didn’t carry a super serious anime vibe but also made me feel like it wasn’t going to be some kind of childish sort of story. It was a story that felt aimed towards me, the nerd and gamer and anime watcher. It was a story that didn’t try to bring in a thousand other themes and elements and truly did its own thing. It’s a superhero story that doesn’t have a singular hero and everyone’s either chaotic evil or chaotic neutral in a sense. The story unfolds perfectly.
Do I recommend?
Of course. My review probably didn’t even make sense but it’s amazing. It’s not super tense, out to give readers anxiety from cliffhangers. It’s funny and calm, it’s a read for a shitty day. It’s a story meant to be laughed at and talked about versus being taken seriously and speculated over. It made me happy, and gave me this sense of nostalgia for the movies soundtrack. It made me miss being emo, coincidentally. Maybe that’s not a compliment to the book but it was damn good.
I want everyone to read it just to have a nice time. If you liked the movie, you’ll like filling in the blanks if what you didn’t know and seeing Ramona as likeable and not so robotic (though Mary Elizabeth Winstead is pure perfection, they made her a robot for that role and I detest it).