First of all, for those of you who don’t know, I’m doing monthly competitions to celebrate my 5th blogiversary, and today I’m announcing the September competition only ever so slightly late! Keeping with the theme of, um… well numbers (the first challenge was to write the first sentence of a book, and by the way the winner will be announced in my next post!), the second competition is basically to do with the number two.
All you have to do is enter 2 photos, old or new (but no stealing, y’all), of your favourite things! Or favorite things if you’re American 😉 I want to see some creativity and originality! Your photos don’t have to be book-related, but of course they can be if books are one of your favourite things (“when the dogs bite, when the bees sting…”). Please note that you don’t have to be a professional photographer to take part! I don’t know the first thing about photography so… Yeah, just be creative.
Anyway, onto today’s review! If you weren’t already aware, Cait from paperfury.com wrote a lil book and today I shall review it, or at least try because anything I say probably won’t give the book justice. BUT I’m sure gonna give it a go because this book needs to be read and I am here to spread that message in the best way possible! READ IT OR I’LL RELEASE MY PET SALAMANDER ON YA. Hahaha don’t worry, she’s friendly.
His whole life Beck has been controlled by his mother, held down by the piano and the pieces he must play to perfection. But what he longs for most, what he won’t dare tell a soul, is to write the songs that are trapped inside of him. That have been since he began to play, since his abusive mother, the Maestro, decided that she wanted him to be just like she had been: a prodigy, praised and respected. When Beck’s mother suffered a stroke all those years ago, she lost her music and now she can only attempt to play it through her son. Then he meets August. Quirky and bright and free – a stark contrast to Beck’s darkness – August gradually pulls the music from within him. But with the Maestro looming over him constantly, can he really ever be set free?
So I’m gonna talk about the happy stuff first! As there really was some despite the possibly misleading summary I wrote up there…
First off, the school-ish parts (mostly at the very start, in the first couple of chapters) were pretty funny and actually relatable so I loved that. There was no delay in introducing August so we got as much of her as Cait could squeeze into 275 pages. Maybe it’s because we’re inside Beck’s brainforest the whole time, or just because August is a feisty yet lovable ray of sunshine, but I found myself missing her and her wit in the chapters that she wasn’t in. She was bursting with surprises and an odd but wonderful taste in cake. Her
annoying persistently friendly nature honestly reminded me of myself and how I make friends ahaha… *clears throat awkwardly*
JOEY! Also known as Beck’s lil sis. Also known as my favourite character. Also known as a crazy, chaotic, adorable bundle of sass. So much sass for someone so young. But also she was so fiercely courageous, and it really broke my heart to see how she, and Beck, had to live. I just want to hold them both in my arms for eternity. Now we’re getting onto the sad stuff…
So, I love the piano. For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to learn it. My sister tried to teach me when I was a lil blueberry, but all I can remember from that experience is that major is happy and minor is sad. Up until a few months ago when I started having proper lessons, I decided to leave the piano playing to my sister. When she did play, sometimes I would dance around the room. Sometimes I’d hum the tune ahead of her playing it and distract her. One time, when she played I Giorni by Einaudi, I cried. (That one’s my favourite.)
What I’m trying to say is, music makes people feel things. Or at least it should. The thing about Beck’s mother in this book is that she didn’t see that, she only saw the need for success and perfection and that’s what I found really sad. She didn’t understand.
Passion is more important than perfection.
Guys you have to understand that the writing in this book was just effortlessly beautiful. I LOVED THE WRITING. It was so alive. I couldn’t get enough of it. My heart was captured. And
completely and utterly shattered broken slightly. Towards the end of the book I could feel myself about to cry. I read the last few pages over and over so I didn’t have to read the very last one and finish this book. Once I’d come to the final sentence, I just burst into tears. I think it was a combination of obviously the book being so moving but also I really didn’t want it to end. For a few days, the anticipation of reading this was what got me through school. So ’tis much appreciated, A Thousand Perfect Notes. But also WHY DID YOU END. Ya know what, I’ll just go reread this now so bye.
Also yes, there is cake.
Clover count: ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣ (10/10)