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One fine wintery morning, I turned eighteen, and had the grand realisation, "oh shit, I haven't watched a single Studio Ghibli film in my life!" My way of rectifying that was, of course, to watch a bunch of those cute little Japanese movies, but also to read this book, because for some reason, in my head, Howl's Moving Castle (the book) and Studio Ghibli are some sort of tethered souls.
And I'll come clean here, I didn't like either the book or the film adaptation very much.
But maybe that's because I'm such a geriatric person at heart that I can quite literally die of ennui and cringe if I'm forced to read or watch anything that mostly caters to an audience that's at least two years younger than me. You can't believe how troubling that is for my library full of juvenile books that I'll probably never read again.
That's enough rambling for an intro, so let's cut to the chase: while I love Sophie, Michel, the fire demon, and Howl (especially Howl) with all my heart, I didn't really like how the author wrote this book. The storyline felt strangely convoluted and undercooked at the same time, I somehow had too much information to juggle with while having not the slightest idea about what was going on in the book. The wicked witch of the Waste was such an interesting character, but she too had barely any page presence. The author's writing is perfectly adequate, I wouldn't mind reading a couple hundred pages more if it meant that I'd get my answers. My brain isn't equipped with the capability of handling a load of unanswered questions. So much stuff was happening off the page, it's insane.
But the one redeeming factor of this book for me is Howl. Oh my sweet, melodramatic, whiny narcissist Howl...how I love you! He wasn't that much actively present throughout the book (off working on his PhD perhaps, poor chap) but he stole every scene he was in. Hands down one of the most unique male protagonists I've ever seen. We'll choose to not talk about whatever unresolved mommy or granny issues he might have (he falls in love with Sophie who's in the body of a 90-year-old throughout the book), because afterall, Sophie and Howl make a pretty cute pair together.
n Random Pre-review Updaten
So it's like everything everywhere all at once, and nothing makes sense, but in an affectionate way. I'm charmed!
longer review to come.
n Thoughts While Readingn
♠ Sophie could give Tori Spring a run for her money; the first thought she has after turning into a decrepit old lady is like my life is hell anyway, at least I'm healthy. lol.
♠ Sophie: Evil wizard Howl has all these jars with labels like "hair", "skin", and "eyes" on them!
Meanwhile, Howl: Those are my skincare products, Lady.
♠ God Howl's so melodramatic!
♠️ It's a good thing I watched the movie first because there's no way I'd be able to watch it knowing they absolutely erased the Welsh Rugby player and depressed PhD student aspect of Howl's character.
And I'll come clean here, I didn't like either the book or the film adaptation very much.
But maybe that's because I'm such a geriatric person at heart that I can quite literally die of ennui and cringe if I'm forced to read or watch anything that mostly caters to an audience that's at least two years younger than me. You can't believe how troubling that is for my library full of juvenile books that I'll probably never read again.
That's enough rambling for an intro, so let's cut to the chase: while I love Sophie, Michel, the fire demon, and Howl (especially Howl) with all my heart, I didn't really like how the author wrote this book. The storyline felt strangely convoluted and undercooked at the same time, I somehow had too much information to juggle with while having not the slightest idea about what was going on in the book. The wicked witch of the Waste was such an interesting character, but she too had barely any page presence. The author's writing is perfectly adequate, I wouldn't mind reading a couple hundred pages more if it meant that I'd get my answers. My brain isn't equipped with the capability of handling a load of unanswered questions. So much stuff was happening off the page, it's insane.
But the one redeeming factor of this book for me is Howl. Oh my sweet, melodramatic, whiny narcissist Howl...how I love you! He wasn't that much actively present throughout the book (off working on his PhD perhaps, poor chap) but he stole every scene he was in. Hands down one of the most unique male protagonists I've ever seen. We'll choose to not talk about whatever unresolved mommy or granny issues he might have (he falls in love with Sophie who's in the body of a 90-year-old throughout the book), because afterall, Sophie and Howl make a pretty cute pair together.
n Random Pre-review Updaten
So it's like everything everywhere all at once, and nothing makes sense, but in an affectionate way. I'm charmed!
longer review to come.
n Thoughts While Readingn
♠ Sophie could give Tori Spring a run for her money; the first thought she has after turning into a decrepit old lady is like my life is hell anyway, at least I'm healthy. lol.
♠ Sophie: Evil wizard Howl has all these jars with labels like "hair", "skin", and "eyes" on them!
Meanwhile, Howl: Those are my skincare products, Lady.
♠ God Howl's so melodramatic!
♠️ It's a good thing I watched the movie first because there's no way I'd be able to watch it knowing they absolutely erased the Welsh Rugby player and depressed PhD student aspect of Howl's character.