James was my all time favorite thing about Lament, so you can see where my happiness and joy comes from! I will give you all a taste of his brilliant smart ass-ims:
...Beside me, Paul said heavily, "I need to get drunk," He said lots of things in that ponderous, heavy way, but this was a change from his usual repertoire,...
...I looked away from the people outside to the pens on my notebook, parallel parked bits of pen. They jiggled a little when the bus pulled away from a light. "Drunk sounds so crass. 'Soused' or 'blitzed' is a bit more romantic."
"Man, if I don't get drunk soon, I might never get the chance." Paul eyed my lap. He handed me his pen from his backpack and I took it apart as well, adding its innards to the collection. "When will I have this sort of opportunity again? No parents? A mostly unsupervised dorm?
"Uhh, I don't know, maybe that little event they call college. I'm told it comes after high school for highly privileged white kids like ourselves." I began to screw the pens back together, mixing the pieces up to create three Frankenpens.
"I could die before then. Then what, I'm dead and I never got drunk? So, what, I'd arrive at the pearly gates a sober virgin?"
That struck a chord with me. I used one of the pens to write sainted on the back of my hand. "I think a lot of people would argue that's the only way to get to the pearly gates. Why the sudden push for getting sloshed?"
Paul shrugged and looked out the window."I dunno."
I suppose if I'd been a responsible adult, I'd have told him that he didn't need to get drunk to be self-actualized or whatever. But I was bored and generally irresponsible by nature or by choice, so I told him, "I'll get it for you."
"Beer, Paul. Focus. That's what you want, right? Alcohol?"
Paul's eyes became even rounder behind his glasses. "Are you serious? How --"
"Shh, don't bother your head about my mysterious methods. That's what makes me me. Have you had beer before? I wrote beer on the side of my index finger, since I'd run out of room on my hand.
Paul laughed. "Ha. Ha. Ha. My parents say beer defiles the soul."
I grinned at him. Even better. This was going to be insanely entertaining. Things were looking up.
"What are you grinning at, James?" Sullivan, a few seats ahead of us, had turned around and was peering at me suspiciously. "It's vaguely sinister."
I sealed my teeth behind my lips but kept smiling at him. I wondered how long he'd been listening. Not that it mattered. My evil plans could go on with or without his knowledge.
Sullivan observed my closed-lipped smile with a raised eyebrow. He had to speak loudly to be heard over the sound of the bus. "Better, but still ominous. I can't shake the idea that you're planning something only marginally ethical, like the takeover of a small Latin country."...
Isn't it fabulously brilliant?! I laughed even harder at the scene where he acquires the "beer". I think that Steifvater did an even more fantastic job with this novel. I seriously sit in my closet and deliberate about how she is so impossibly funny. I don't think the book would have been as fabulous if it wasn't for the jests throughout.
James was still my favorite character in this book, but Sullivan, his teacher, was a very close second. I have this image of him in my head, he is a super smokin' hot adult with dark reddish brown hair and horn-rimmed glasses wearing button upped shirts with a little chest hanging out the top. I can even imagine the sexy teacher routine staring down at me with a ravishing twinkle in his eye! *snaps out of Sullivan reverie*Sad. Yes, I know.
Nonetheless, it was brilliant! James and Sullivan were wonderful! However, Dee, not so much. She was flat and uninteresting and way too selfish! The hunk-a-hunk-a-burnin-love Luke wasn't even really in this book at all. And Nuala, Jame's love interest, was interesting, but not too exciting. She did make me laugh at times, but I didn't feel much for her which I'm sure isn't a good thing. Her character development felt somewhat...lacking.
I'd say, the book as a whole is very good and I loved all the antlers, black wings, Unas, large illustrious fires, walking dead and carving homicidal faeries. Maggie, you are fabulous and thanks for making me laugh!
4 out of 5 Stars