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Blueeyedboy

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Ouf! Dangerous Liaisons meets Rickety Tickety Tin!
Joanne Harris always crafts a superb plot. She really must have had fun doing this one. The structure of the tale is based in webjournals like the letters in Dangerous Liaisons. As in Dangerous Liaisons, rapier-like twists leave one quite lacerated. A fascinating exploration of the creation and functioning of psychopathic minds. And like Tom Lehrer's song Rickety Tickety Tin, things become increasingly ghoulish. In this schizpophrenic world, sudden shifts in personalities and identities leave one doubting reality. Joanne Harris takes a radical departure from the pastoral French rural idylls for which she is best known- such a departure that I was regaining my breath after each new mindbender and didn't have the time to miss the trademark rustic foodie world I love so much. It was like the buildup to a rollercoaster smash. This tale was hard to put down. What a versatile author. The story and style of the book call for an intense degree of perception, which she delivers. But don't expect the gentle entertainment that her better known books offer

Painfully beautiful and brutally honest, blueeyedboy is another amazing work by Joanne Harris. The online setting plays brilliantly on our fascination with and cautious fears of the online communities we all inhabit.

I am an avid fan of Joanne Harris. Her latest was unavailable in the US so I purchased through one of Amazon's vendors in the UK. Very, very dark novel! But, as always, a riveting narrative.

I would really appreciate it if someone would tell me how this ends. I've been waiting for the supposed roller coaster ride's twists and turns, and I'm still in the kiddie park at page 237. Still thinking of calling it quits, even though I have a bit of an investment at this point; it's been pure drudgery. And only 3 people have bothered to review it so far.
I went ahead and finished this complete nonsense and I am livid. What a bunch of rot. Don't waste your time; the ending is like a slap in the face for even bothering to give this book any credence. One of her multiple personalities must have written Chocolat.