“Heroes versus heroic acts, intentions versus instincts, paintings that stop bombs, a city changing to the tick of the clock that everyone is racing against, and the nature of change.”
Paint Stop Boom revolves around two very different characters.
Anais is an eccentric artist who unwittingly paints pieces that stop bombs. Yet she is unwilling to help stop the attacks in Sydney . She does not want to be a hero.
Michael cannot comprehend how anyone would not believe in saving the world if they could. He has lost his family to a terrorist attack that exploded in the heart of Sydney and steals her paintings to stop the bombs.
Anais wants her life back. All her paintings have been stolen and she is running out of time to submit her entry to the Venice Biennale.
Michael is running out of time. He has stolen all her paintings and he needs more. But the police are after him for theft and Anais is refusing to paint any more.
It is a story of heroes versus anti-heroes, examining the clash between those who care and those who don’t; the difference between those who want to lead their lives as best they can and those who want to save the world.
Anna Sarelas leads a double life. By day, she has a very serious, grown-up role managing complex workplace scenarios. By night, Anna write about LightWorkers and kids doing cool things like saving the world and fighting to be heard.
Living in Sydney, Australia, and close to great cafes, bushwalk trails and in an area with thousands of bats that come out at night, Anna tries hard not to mix her days and nights, because that would be a little too hard to explain.
Are you looking for something different? THIS is it! I don't even know where to start with this book. I have had this on my to-read shelf for a couple years. To be honest the picture of a bomb on the cover kept me from reading it. Then, somehow, I had it mixed up with another book with a similar title that I had read a few pages and decided it wasn't for me at the time. So... I have been trying to go through my lists and finding the oldest books recommended by authors. I know. My bad! But I would like to catch up with newer read-for-review books.
Can you tell I am putting off talking about this book? I still have no idea what to say about it. I finished it last night with enough time to start my next read. I couldn't stay with the thoughts of this review no matter how hard I tried.
Impression: My shoulderblades and arms hurt from reading this book. If you read it it might affect you that way.
You have to put realism on the shelf with this one. There ya go, let it go. That done, I liked the characters, a lot. I grew to love them all, faults and all. Anna Sarelas had a way of writing that kept me reading, kept me caring. I loved her poetic flair. All my senses were involved engaging emotions most books don't go near.
YET... I still couldn't love it. Not sure who would. As a writer, I feel richer from reading this book, again, for the good and the bad. There were editing issues here and there, not enough to interrupt the read. Prose that made me sit up and notice. Prose that made me wish I could write like that. I probably won't forget this book. Yet, I can only say I liked it. I didn't love it. I challenge you all to read it to see what you think.
This book was interesting enough, but I didn't love it. I didn't particularly enjoy the writing style of going back and forth between two different storylines. Then there was really random vulgarity and language, of which I wasn't a fan. Ultimately I kept reading because I wanted to find out what was so special about Anais' work, but that wasn't even resolved in the end. "Paint Stop Boom" wasn't a complete waste of time, but there are much better reads out there. I wouldn't recommend it.
This was certainly an interesting story and well worth the read. I just found it too abstract for my taste at times. I am wondering if there were some metaphors in there that went over my head. This is likely a shortcoming of mine as opposed to the author’s.
If you want to try something different, give it a shot.