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solaris_zip's reviews
198 reviews
Not bad at all. I smell found family and something tragic bound to happen. The manga reminds me of Noragami. The characters seems interesting and the main characters especially are a very different so I’m intrigued to see how they will play it out. I don’t give 4 full stars bc I feel some parts were a bit too slow pace wise and /or confusing.
adventurous
dark
funny
mysterious
reflective
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
N/A
This manga started off so strong. It’s funny, it’s captivating, it’s entertaining and silly. So, I say WHY THE FUCK DO WE NEED TO ADD FANSERVICE? ENOUGH. ITS LITERALLY NOT NECESSARY. We don’t need teen girls w oversized breasts shoving them in peoples faces. We don’t need sexual innuendos. We don’t need fucking fatphobic and diet storylines for a manga to be entertaining. They add NOTHING to the story. If anything, they take. I hope the upcoming chapters will be better bc this manga has so much potential it would be a shame seeing it going to waste
I have really mixed feelings about this book. I feel it’s truly lost potential. The first half was pretty good. I cried, admittedly. There was just something in that first part, between Takako and her uncle. Their connection, the understanding. It was almost magical. The more I read the more, for some reasons I had a feeling that Satoru was going to die. Why? I cannot even tell you.
And to be honest, it would have been a much better decision to have him dying in the second part than whatever… happened. It felt almost rushed, if not distant from the first. It was truly not necessary. The characters are not properly expanded, thus, their development is lacking. It’s almost a monotone story.
Also the very subtle jab with the anti abortion narrative and the misogynistic crap of “oh, you can’t cook? Ah, poor your future husband” like— was that necessary for the plot?
So yes, days at the Morisaki Bookshop had a lot of potential that was lost along the lines. Too many cliches. Too many old school misogynistic narratives that just make you think “ah yes, this book was written by a man, obviously.” I don’t know, I am sad now. I had higher hopes for this.
Perhaps it’s just me, but I truly struggled to understand why Austen is seen as a great author when her works consist of 90% empty dialogue and explanations that serve only to fill space, with characters as blank as a fresh canvas.
Sense and Sensibility had a lot of potential. It started off promising, with Elinor, the eldest daughter, cursed with the responsibility of taking care of her family after the loss of their father. She has an over emotional, immature mother; a younger sister who, despite her age, is too easily swayed by her heart and Margaret, who is a ghost throughout the whole book, present only in name.
I sympathised with Elinor, but there was a point where I just wanted to stop reading. Yes, the book was written in a “different time,” but you must excuse me, I cannot accept a man who is pushing 40 being so attracted to A LITTLE GIRL (because Marianne was barely 17 when they met) that he remains “in love” with her for two whole years.
This book is literally just a bunch of middle class, bored twats sitting in their fancy estates, spending their days gossiping left and right. The women are obsessed only with marriage, with no personal ambitions or interests, while the men care solely about money. Were people really that materialistic back then? Yes, I understand that “securing your place in society” was crucial, especially for women, since it meant living a lavish life. But surely it couldn’t have been this bad… right?
At this point, I’m not sure if the problem is me, if I simply read too much between the lines, or if it’s because of my strong moral and ethical feminist stance. But in my opinion, this book in particular (and Austen’s works in general) are extremely dense. The words barely flow and while I can appreciate the irony in certain parts, I grew tired of the endless abstract discussions about nothing, page after page.
Sense and Sensibility had a lot of potential. It started off promising, with Elinor, the eldest daughter, cursed with the responsibility of taking care of her family after the loss of their father. She has an over emotional, immature mother; a younger sister who, despite her age, is too easily swayed by her heart and Margaret, who is a ghost throughout the whole book, present only in name.
I sympathised with Elinor, but there was a point where I just wanted to stop reading. Yes, the book was written in a “different time,” but you must excuse me, I cannot accept a man who is pushing 40 being so attracted to A LITTLE GIRL (because Marianne was barely 17 when they met) that he remains “in love” with her for two whole years.
This book is literally just a bunch of middle class, bored twats sitting in their fancy estates, spending their days gossiping left and right. The women are obsessed only with marriage, with no personal ambitions or interests, while the men care solely about money. Were people really that materialistic back then? Yes, I understand that “securing your place in society” was crucial, especially for women, since it meant living a lavish life. But surely it couldn’t have been this bad… right?
At this point, I’m not sure if the problem is me, if I simply read too much between the lines, or if it’s because of my strong moral and ethical feminist stance. But in my opinion, this book in particular (and Austen’s works in general) are extremely dense. The words barely flow and while I can appreciate the irony in certain parts, I grew tired of the endless abstract discussions about nothing, page after page.
