When Pressing the 3-star-Button

Cinder  - Marissa Meyer

... I remembered

  • the extremely fun bladerunneresque setting in New Beijing
  • the tough, talented, no-nonsense part-cyborg Cinderella (I don't want to give up my own real legs, but a calf-compartment for small items to take with me sounds awefully handy)
  • the R2D2-reminiscent servant-turned-sidekick android Iko with the romantic, girly personality and a huge royalty crush (I loved that lipstick-involving scene)

but also

  • the extreme predictability (I know, we all are familiar with both the Grimm and the Disney version of Cinderella's bio, have probably watched enough Czech or East Germany variations on TV to recognize most more or less creative derivations and have gobbled down a handful of retellings in novel form. I don't refer to the main situation, but to the supposed mystery concerning a certain character's identity and another character's agenda. Exaggerated denseness in main characters lends a certain stale flavor to the impression I form of them.)
  • the cliffiie

and the

  • missed chance at milking the wonderful prerequisites to the max. I so looked forward to pressing my nose closely to a robotically steered hoover gliding through the illuminated, over-populated, plague-ridden, globalized city of New Beijing. But my blindfold was only removed for short intervals now and then. A pity.