Mini Review: Holes by Louis Sachar

I’m so sorry that I’ve let this blog gather dust, but it’s been crazy at uni and no book seemed to catch my attention. But here is my promised review of Holes (and yes, I know, it’s actually a mini review, but still). I also seem to be back on the reading track and will soon have some other reviews to post. Thanks for not giving up on me?

ImageHoles tells the story of Stanley Yelnats, a boy who is always at the wrong place at the wrong time. Stanley is convicted for a crime he did not commit, and when given a choice between jail and Camp Green Lake he took what seemed like the lesser of two evils. But digging holes every day is no holiday and soon he’ll discover that they may not be digging simply to ‘build character’.

“Well, let me tell you something, Caveman. You are here on account of one person. If it wasn’t for that person, you wouldn’t be here digging holes in the hot sun. You know who that person is?”

“My no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather.”

When I picked this up I thought it would be a funny book about an unlucky boy. And it is funny, I spend the whole book being amused at what was going on. Like when Stanley would finally have some luck in his life and be granted a day off digging, he had to give his finding to X-Ray. Plus the whole great-great-grandfather thing, of course.

And the parallels, don’t even get me started on the parallels. The thumb, the onions, K. B., Stanley and Zero’s friendship, and even the Warren. They all coincided nicely with the flashbacks, connecting everything together. One thing I didn’t like was that I tended to forget Stanley didn’t know the same things I knew, which made me want to shout at him sometimes until I realized he had no way of knowing. So the flashbacks were a bit confusing.

I think Zero was my favourite character. He’s called dumb, nobody, nothing and a bunch of other demeaning things during the book, when in reality he was the complete opposite. So it might or might not have been really satisfactory when he hit Mom in the face with a shovel. And kept saying he loved digging holes when he actually hated it.

I’ll definitively check out the movie now. I mean, Sigourney Weaver and Shia LaBeouf? It has to be good.

His legs were sore from remaining rigid for so long. Standing still was more strenuous than walking. He slowly allowed himself to lean against the side of the hole.

The lizards didn’t seem to mind.