Reviews: The Prophecy Of The Stones
This Book Made Me Want to Throw Up
It was awful. The story, the characters, the plot line. Flavia Bujor cannot write worth a darn. Let's diagnose her characters, shall we? Jade: Pretty much the only interesting character in the whole book, has a few sue-ish tendencies but at least her bratty, spitfire personality makes up for most of it Opal: Good Lord, I hated this girl. Especially her crush on Adrien, she was the main reason I hated this book. Amber: A stock character, not entirely too bad, but she really should have stayed single. Moving on the the plot and the story: When I started this book I grazed through almost all of the chapters in which Opal had a major role. I understood most of it Until the end. Like WHAT THE HELL. And, enough to say, I really wanted to punch both Elyador and Adrien. Shallow Love Interest much? Shallow characters in general. The best (and I used this term loosely) was the meeting with Oonagh, she literally stole the scene. Final Verdict: This is like Twilight, but slightly better (I use that term even more loosely).
Good for the Soul
When I first read The Prophecy of the Stones, I must have been about eleven. I'm pretty sure I found it among the many, many books on the shelves of my English teacher's classroom. The years have seen this book remember fondly, a marvelous tale crafted by a girl not too much older than I was. Just by being determined enough to write an entire novel at such a young age, Flavia Bujor guided me toward my own dreams of being a novelist. I read it only once. Seven years ago. I no longer remember the characters, or really much of the plot. I remember a quest, and magical stones and a little girl in Paris, dying of cancer. I didn't need the characters. The inspiration was there. I had my own stories to tell, and three little girls from another's story hadn't a place in my head. A few days ago, I picked up a copy at a thrift store. $0.75 Flipping through the first few pages, the writing was what my adult mind would call awful: immature, short sentences whose French equivalents must have sounded at least a little less stilted. And yet I still wanted to read onward. Through immature writing and poorly devised characters, I loved this story once again. It's not a master work. It's hardly more than a child's dream-time, but it is a story that, for all its faults and flaws, has captured a piece of my soul in a way no other book has ever quite managed. If you want a "good" book, leave this one on the shelf. But if you want a story to cling to your heart and be remembered fondly ten years down the line, this is the story for you.
The Prophecy Of The Stones
Oh, God. I read this book when I was somewhere around 9 years old, and I absolutely detested it. I almost always finish the book I'm reading even if it isn't amazing. I didn't finish this book. The one good thing about this book is that it motivated me to try and write better then the chick who wrote this. I remember being annoyed by the characters and their relationships with each other, and the poor plot events. I might be able to read it again to laugh at it, but I'm far more likely to throw it down in disgust. Frankly I'm not willing to risk it.