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| Aren’t ghosts supposed to have some sort of agenda? I really hope mine isn’t to haunt my boyfriend’s bedroom. That is way too clichéd. Aren’t ghosts supposed to have some sort of agenda? I really hope mine isn’t to haunt my boyfriend’s bedroom. That is way too clichéd.Sure, you could compare this to The Lovely Bones, in the same way that you could compare Twilight to Bram Stoker's Dracula. It's pretty much the same thing, really, with a few minor differences. The "few minor differences" being: 1. Red tunas. Ok, fine, the technical term for a misleading clue ia a "red herring" but the clues in this book are so fucking obvious and dumb and loud that I've coined a new term for it. Hence, red tuna 2. This ghost is even more of a vapid idiot than the one in The Lovely Bones 3. This ghost gets into one bloody painful mess of a love triangle between the most wonderfulest boyfriend ever who just doesn't geeeeeeeeeet her, maaaaaan and a pothead stoner with a heart of gold 4. Family? Lol. Family? Screw family, it's all about friends, y'all. She has a sister? A brother? A family. Oh, yeah, yeah, she does. She mentions them sometimes. Mostly the fact that her mom is a huge, raging psychotic bitch 5. The dumbest friends ever, in fact, the most vapid group of high schoolers who ever existed 6. There is not a single truly likeable character in the book. I'm dead fucking serious. Her classmates are morons without sympathy. Her family pretty much ignore one another when, if, they're mentioned at all Really, there's not much introspection. There's no literary value. There is an idiot of a girl who gets to spend time with her boyfriend, while fighting off the feelings for another guy...while she's a ghost. Don't. Just don't. The Summary: I think I’m supposed to do something while I’m here. It doesn’t make any sense that I’d be given a free pass to haunt about and chill with my boyfriend.17-year old Cassidy is dead. How does everyone think she died? “Well, I heard some guys saying she tried to go skinny-dipping in the river and froze, which is downright ignorant to suggest. Then Kristy London started telling everyone she saw Cassidy throw up at dance once because she was bulimic and that’s why she committed suicide.”Cassidy was found dead under a bridge, after a night of inebriation. Everyone seems to think her death was a suicide, even her own family. Even the police, since they seem to think she killed herself after, oh, roughyl 5 seconds of investigations. So realistic. So nobody knows how Cassidy died, since nobody was there. Hell, not even Cassidy knows how she died, because she was drunk as fuck. I was definitely drinking at the party, but was I drunk enough to forget everything that happened?But all hope is not lost! Cassidy may be dead, but she's not yet "moved on." She is still here, on earth, as a ghost. Nobody can see her, until, miraculously, her boyfriend, Ethan could! She's been left here on earth with a purpose! How shall Cassidy spent this one wondrous chance?! I cast away that dangerously hopeful thought and look up at Ethan, deciding to take advantage of what time I have left with him.Will she use that time to discover how she died? Not exactly. I’m momentarily distracted by Ethan’s navy blue boxer-briefs. They’re the only thing he’s wearing.Is she going to spend her remaining time on earth observing her family extensively, seeing that they're her family, who have raised her and loved her for 17 years? Um... He exhales, long and loud. I lean forward, hoping for a whiff of his breath even if it’s sour, morning scented, but there’s nothing. I frown.Is she going to spend that time going back to the scene of her death, seeing if there are any clues to be picked up, any memories she can glean from going back to such a pivotal place? Weeeeell... I’m sure my afterlife mission isn’t to hook up with my boyfriend—especially after what I just remembered about Caleb—but I can’t ignore the allure of his touches.Ok, fine. This is a teenaged girl, after all. It's only fair that she spends a quarter of the book, or half the book thinking about her boyfriend. But what about the remaining half? How will she spend the rest of her time on earth?! Clearly, she has been put here for a purpose. Ghosts don't just wander around after death pointlessly. Surely there is a bigger picture here. Yeah, there is. His name is Caleb, andOH BOY, CASSIDY IS GOING TO INVESTIGATE THE ROLE THAT HE PLAYED IN HER DEATH. I bend down right in front of him, meaning to study his face for some proof of guilt, maybe attempt a ghostly trick to will a writing sample out of his obnoxious orange backpack, but the only thing I can think about is his mouth closed around mine. My eyes wander to his lips.Or, you know, just think about kissing him. Investigation. Kissing. Same thing, if you think about it. Cassi-die now plz: I squared my shoulders and inched up my chin as if I was above his affection. I wasn’t, but I was so mad I wanted him to think I was, to feel bad about it.The word vapid is actually spelled "C-A-S-S-I-D-Y." The definition of her name is Captain Obvious since she has the uncommon knack for stating the fucking obvious. She sets a pad of monogrammed stationery on top of her notes from last week and adds Mica’s name to a short list of classmates, all of whom attended the party.Her grief is of the woe-is-me everything is about me me me. OK, she's dead. I know that. I should be able to empathize with that, but her sadness...the way it is written, so very much self-centered, just makes me laugh. Sadness rolls over me, knowing that I’ll never again be the person she turns to for comfort.She is the equivalent of a mentally-challenged ghost. She knows she can't be heard, yet she insists on talking VERY LOUDLY and ENUNCIATING VERY CLEARLY in the hopes that someone will be able to hear her. “Aimée,” I say very slowly as if overenunciating will allow her to hear me, “look under that binder.”It is the equivalent of talking VERY LOUDLY INTO THE EARS OF A DEAF PERSON. It just makes you look like a motherfucking moron. Her investigation into her death can be best summed up in one hyphenated word: "half-assed". She withholds clues, she ignores clues, she ignores uncomfortable flashbacks, like her memories of flirting and kissing another boy who is not her boyfriend. She lies. She omits information that would help the one person who is able to see her investigate her death. If I tell him I think I was with Caleb he’ll definitely ask why. I’m not ready to go there with him. It’ll ruin the small piece of us we’ve recaptured, and I can’t bear losing that again.Almost all her memories are of emotional conflicts between her love triangle. They are frustrating, they are foolish, they give me no respect for Cassidy whatsoever. The Side Characters: After he leaves, the cafeteria clears out, but conversations still echo off the walls. She was totally drunk … I heard she froze to death … Who kills herself over a breakup? I mean, really?Seriously, there is not one single likeable character in the entire fucking book. Her family are portrayed as idiots. Her father is a doormat. Her mother is a psycho with a midlife crisis who pretty much has no reaction over her daughter's death besides for the fact that it might give her something to do. Cassidy has a tremendous amount of contempt for her mom, and her entire family is portrayed so briefly, so poorly, that there is absolutely no sense of familial love whatsoever. Instead, we are focused on her friends, and man, they are motherfucking idiots. Cassidy may be vapid, but she appears to be a product of her school, because her entire fucking school is filled with brainless teenagers without an ounce of sympathy. Literally nobody gives a fuck about her death but her friend, Aimée. The entire student body doesn't need counseling, they use her death as an opportunity to gossip, to make small-talk, to talk shit about Cassidy now that she's dead. It would have appeared like Cassidy had no friends at all after her death, and it is so strange, considering we don't get a sense of that at all from the flashbacks of her life before death. Truly, the side characters in this book, the entire fucking cast, doesn't seem realistic at all. There is no emotional connection to anyone, anything. The Motherfucking Love Triangle: Aimée rolls her eyes. “I can’t believe he was high at eight-thirty in the morning. I’ll never get what Cassidy saw in him.”DING DING DING. We have a love triangle here. And it's not an obvious type. It's the I-will-keep-you-guessing-until-the-bitter-fucking-end type. Ethan is the nicest boy in the world. He was her first kiss. He was her first love. They have been dating for three years. He took my hand, and I was certain, in that moment, that I would never kiss anyone else for as long as I lived.Until, inexplicably, she falls for Caleb, a stoner who pops pills under the guise of Tic-Tacs. Caleb, who is never NOT stoned. Caleb opens his eyes in a lazy, delayed reaction that tips me off that he’s high. Again.Caleb, who is a bad boy with a Tragic Past who totally deserves our sympathy, right "...you had changed when your parents split up and you started getting high all the time..."Caleb, who gives her a special Brownie laced with marijuana. Such a fucking gentleman. How could a girl ever resist? “Speaking of, I made you a little somethin’ somethin’.” He reached into his bright orange backpack and pulled out a brownie wrapped in pink cellophane and about ten different colors of ribbon.And she cheated on Ethan with THIS loser? No, thank you. Sure, Ethan is so fucking effeminate that he barely even counts as a boyfriend, but he's still a far better catch than Caleb. And we're left wondering until the very end who she will choose. I do not tolerate cheating. There are books in which cheating is really, really well done, in which I feel a tremendous amount of sympathy for the cheaters. This is not one of those books. ...more |
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Actual rating: 4.5 stars and a unicorn. “Kind of funny when you think about it, us believing we had to protect a dude from you,” Tall said. “In a feActual rating: 4.5 stars and a unicorn. “Kind of funny when you think about it, us believing we had to protect a dude from you,” Tall said. “In a few weeks we can all grab a cheeseburger together and laugh about this. A hot chick like you couldn’t possibly be a vampire. Seriously, though, you might want to cut down on the black garb.”Any book with a stalker unicorn and an alpha-female vampire with a sadistic streak is bound to be a fucking winner. This book is fa-bu-lous. *snaps fingers* It's got: - A motherfucking sparkly twinkly stabbing stalker unicorn, HELLO?! - A strong female vampire lead who slowly discovers her humanity (who's a master at power plays) - A Mafia-like vampiric society - A sweet love interest who's a decent human being, and a love triangle that doesn't hurt because it's not really much of one - A hilarious portrayal of high school that points out the clichés within the cliques - A tongue-in-cheek style of writing, chock full of deadpan humor (no pun intended) - Actual female friendship! Hallelujah! The Summary: The unicorn stood between the dumpsters. He sparkled like a horse-shaped disco ball. His traditional spiral horn beamed like a toy light saber.Pearl is a vampire. She is merciless (and in The Family, she's got to be). She drinks blood, she's even got a favorite drink. His name's Brad. He works at the ice cream shop. He tastes best after he's had mint-flavored ice cream. “Shh,” she said. “Nearly dawn. No time for talking.” Snuggling against him, she continued to feed him ice cream. He swallowed mechanically, as if her proximity erased all brain function. Pearl pressed closer and pushed his straggly hair back away from his neck.But all that was before she got stabbed by an unicorn. A motherfucking unicorn. They're not supposed to even exist! Naturally, nobody believes her. Her family (The Family) just laughs at her. Pearl's Family is like a vampire Mafia. Her mother is cold (as well as cold-blooded). Her father is a "businessman." But all in all, it's a fairly normal family...just a little deadlier than most. She's got a fussy aunt. She's got an idiot cousin. She's got a crazy uncle. ...his propensity to chew off birds’ heads was much more unsettling than the puckering on his cheeks.But the family has more to worry about that the possible sighting of an unicorn, the King of the vampires is coming to town, and her family is their host. So yeah, bigger things to worry about here. But then, weird things start happening...Pearl starts feeling empathy for her food (aka Brad the ice cream boy). I should release him, she thought. Let the puppy run free.She sees her own reflection---and my fucking god...she can step into the sun without dying in a blaze of fire. Colored light tinted her pale skin, and Pearl raised her arm and turned it over to watch the stained-glass light dance over her blue veins and bring hints of color into the whiteness, as if her skin were Formica.The Family isn't too happy to find out about this, but there's the problem with The King coming to town. They have to provide the entertainment. They have to provide the food (aka HUMANS OM NOM NOM). And now their daughter, Pearl, can step into sunlight and not die a fiery death. Hm. HMMMMMMMMMMM. This may be useful. “You want me to find the king’s dinner in daylight?” Pearl guessed.Because there's nothing more delicious than a schoolful of teenagers ^_^ So Pearl's going to go to high school for the first time in her life, huzzah! She already knows a couple of kids, too, there's sweet, friendly Bethany, and super nice guy with a hero complex, Evan. He’d chosen a chair by the window. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the dust to create distinct rays so it appeared as if he were highlighted by a halo of angelic light. If he’d been trying to stage it to catch her eye, he couldn’t have planned it better.The school is...interesting, and for a vampire used to dominance and power play within the vampiric hierarchy...it's a piece of cake. There's your usual cliques, there's the Queen Bee...of whom Pearl isn't the least bit scared. She watched as Ashlyn strode across the cafetorium with all the confidence of a vampire...and Pearl wondered if that was it, if it was the confidence that she radiated that was the source of her power.Pearl is fucking awesome. She's got the strength. She's got the looks. She's got the swagger. She's got the confidence. Within the first day, she's insulted and upstaged an aggressive teacher, she's scratched Queen Bee's car, and Greenbridge High School doesn't know what hit it. “Are you kidding?” Bethany said. “She’s, like, a hero!” With shining eyes, she turned to Pearl. “You are exactly what this school needs.”Everything would be perfect if she's starting to...feel things for the pesky fucking humans. Everything would be perfect if she weren't so busy that she doesn't have time to eat (drink, rather), or sleep. Everything would be perfect if SHE WEREN'T BEING STALKED BY A FUCKING UNICORN. As the sun sank into the horizon, Pearl trudged home without having seen a single sparkly hoofprint or rainbowed poop pile. It wasn’t as if she’d expected unicorn wuz here graffiti...Okay, yes, that would have been nice.Pearl's hunger soon gets the better of her...and in the midst of gaining control, Pearl makes a mistake. And now, it seems like her meals---aka, her human friends---are the only ones to whom she can turn. Hating herself for what she was about to say, Pearl blurted out the words: “I need help.”In the end, who will Pearl become? The bloodsucking, cold-hearted creature of vampire lore...or someone who's only too human? She swallowed hard and tried to force the achy feeling to stop. No matter how lovely the words were, these people didn’t understand, and she couldn’t stay.The Setting: Upstairs was the perfect suburban home: couches and TV in the living room, marble counters and stainless steel appliances in the kitchen, and color-coordinated lacy bedrooms. Downstairs, hidden from human view, was a catacomb of tunnels and rooms that included sleeping chambers, training rooms, torture rooms, a few storage areas, and the treasury.This is a modern US setting in which vampires exist unbeknownst to humans (and so do other supernatural creatures, like zombies, but they're rare. Unicorns, naturally, are just imaginary, duh!). This vampiric society is dominated by powerful families, Pearl's family, the Sanges, are dominant in their region. Their clan was rising in prominence. Daddy owned real estate throughout western Connecticut, including multiple businesses in Hartford, and Mother had a head for business that rivaled any CEO’s.Her father is a "shark." Her mother is ruthless. You didn’t sit down to tea with someone you were about to punish, but then she’d once seen Mother wait an entire week before slicing off the toe of a distant relative who had crossed into their territory without permission.And their entire family, however eccentric some members, are to be feared. Of course, they're not without their sense of humor. Like family dinner nights, in which the food...is human. Their dinner had been presented on a bed of lettuce. Carrots had been stuck in candelabras on either side of the boy’s torso, and his hands had been positioned to hold a decorative cabbage as if it were a bride’s bouquet. He wore a bellhop uniform.Their society is dominated by power, power play, and mind games of dominance...which makes Pearl's personality so much more interesting. Pearl: Pearl didn’t want to adjust. She wanted humans to revert to being merely meals again. She wanted to stop pretending to fit in. She wanted to return to being the ordinary child she was born to be, not a special miracle charged with this impossible task.I fucking loved Pearl. She has such a strong personality, without weakness as a vampire who sees humans purely as food, which makes her all the more realistic when she finally...due to the stupid unicorn...starts feeling emotions. Pearl is exceedingly intelligent, you don't get to be an idiot being raised in a family in which survival of the fittest is the motto, and therefore, Pearl is so, so tough and cold initially. She's been raised that way, and she can read people like a book. Which is how she knows to interpret the cliques and power structure at her high school. Others around her nodded wisely, and a few laughed outright. Pearl realized what she was seeing: a shift in power. Ashlyn had shown weakness, and others were jockeying for her position. She wondered how malleable the social hierarchy was and how far Ashlyn would tumble.Pearl is confident. She is strong, she is beautiful, she is powerful, and she knows it. When a girl threatens her relationship with Pearl's vampire boyfriend, Jadrien...well, Pearl knows how to stake her territory without saying a word (no pun intended). ...She elected to simply wait the girl out.And just like that, the power structure is shifted. Pearl is so confident and strong in her identity, that I loved seeing her finally expose her vulnerability when she realizes that humans, unlike her vampire compatriots...are not going to stab her in the back. She doesn't have to constantly watch herserlf. Pearl left the office feeling dazed. Mrs. Kerry at the front desk waved at her as she half walked and half stumbled back toward class. Glancing over her shoulder multiple times, she watched for an attack that never came.The Romance: “What’s wrong with me?” Pearl asked. How would she ever undo what she’d done?There is a love triangle in this book, and it doesn't hurt. The romance is so light that it's barely there at all, in the context of an YA book. Pearl is "betrothed" but not formally, to a vampire boy named Jadrien. They have fun together, he is a smooth talker, they're not best friends. Jadrien and Pearl have a playful, flirtatious relationship, they train and fight together. “Surrender?” she said.Their relationship---like most in the vampire community---is fraught with tension, power plays, and mind games. “I’m tired of games, Jadrien,” she said. “I play them all night and now all day. But you know what?” She stepped closer to him. “If I have to play...I play to win. You should know that about me by now.”And it's just Jadrien who will be her future until she meets Evan. The human boy who is unexpectedly kind. Who understands Pearl more than she expected. “How about you?” she asked. “You seem to have everything under control. What are your issues?”Their relationship is well-built, well-drawn. There is no insta-love. There is distrust in the beginning (he is food, after all). The romance is not overwhelming in the least. Overall: Such a lovely book, the humor is spectacular. I had a blast reading it. There are imperfections in the book, but overall, I enjoyed it so much that nothing else mattered. ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5. Rounded down for the pointless motherfucking love triangle. Mother didn’t trust Father to fight for us. Truth be told, she didn’Actual rating: 3.5. Rounded down for the pointless motherfucking love triangle. Mother didn’t trust Father to fight for us. Truth be told, she didn’t do a very good job of it herself. She left me with a diary full of cryptic warnings and a responsibility that should have been hers.I'm an idiot. This is what I get for not reading the summary. For some fucking reason, I thought this was an adult novel. It's not. I thought it was magical realism. It's not, it's about witches. I thought it takes place in the modern US. It doesn't. Then I thought it took place in 18th century US. That ended quickly when I encountered a family named the Ishidas (there weren't a whole lot of Japanese people in the US in the 18th century, ok?). This book is an alternate history of the US with a Puritan-like religious sect called "The Brotherhood" in charge, in which witches existed and are persecuted. So now that we've finished discussing how dumb I am for not paying attention to the summary, let's discuss the book itself: The not-so-good: - Completely fucking pointless love triangle: what's better than one awesome guy?! Two of them! WHY?! - I-don't-want-to-be-a-witch syndrone: the main character suffers from it. - The length: It's a long book, and there is a decided lack of action. This is an alternate history of the 1900s US, expect plenty of courtship and tea parties with your witchcraft. The good: - Surprisingly feminist: there's a big message about female empowerment, education, and oppression in this book. - A likeable main character who doesn't feel like a Mary Sue: she is not a pretty pretty pretty girl like the summary tells you. She's dowdy, she's awkward, and she's more a mother hen than a peacock. - An interesting, if initially confusing-as-fuck alternate history: once you get that figured out, we're golden. - Diversity: people of color. Lesbians. A tongue-in-cheek reference to how liberal the alternate Middle-Eastern countries are in comparison. The witches themselves are believed and abhorred by the Brotherhood for being women who live with other women, and it's implied that they're lesbians. They're not, but it's the prejudice. - Interesting and unexpected side characters: you think a character is a stupid trope? Nope! - A well-drawn sisterly relationship: this is a book about sisters, and it shows. The Summary: You must watch over your sisters for me. Keep them safe. There’s so much I wanted to tell you. And now I haven’t time.Contrary to the fucking summary, 16-year-old Cate Cahill isn't "too pretty." She's the rather dowdy oldest sister to her younger siblings, Tess, 12, and Maura, 15. Her mother passed away when she was 13, leaving her with a cryptic message and a mission to watch over her sisters. It's a pretty important mission, because the Cahill sisters have a secret: they're witches. Not even their despondent, grieving shadow of a father knows. It's a secret that could kill them because they live in an alternate version of circa 1900 United States. This US is ruled by The Brotherhood, a fanatical religious sect that doesn't believe in the rights of women. This is because over 100 years ago, they defeated the witches, women said to be powerful, wicked, evil, lustful. They are kept controlled, regardless of their lack of magic. The Brothers are afraid the witches will rise up again someday, Mother said, so they loathe the idea of powerful women. We are not permitted to study and go to university as men do, or to take up professions.Since then, the Brotherhood has led a reign of purity, chastity, where women are subdued and submissive. The message is clear: women who are too opinionated or too educated, too odd or too curious, are punished. They deserve whatever fate they get.Women are evil. Magic is reviled. The Cahill sisters are witches who must practice their witchcraft in secret, and they hate it. Spirited Tessa cannot help using spells where she shouldn't. Fiery Maura wants the freedom to practice her witchcraft---she doesn't feel like magic is something of which they should be ashamed. “We’re witches, Cate. We were born that way. Magic isn’t shameful, no matter what the Brothers would have us believe. It’s a gift. I wish you would accept that.”Whereas Cate worries all the time, and wishes she weren't a witch. I frown at my reflection in the pond, wishing with every fiber of my being that I weren’t a witch.Cate and her sisters are of marrying age, and a conniving neighbor with the aspiration of being the next Mrs. Cahill has convinced their dad to get them a governess---a dour Sister. A convent-like organization for women who don't marry. Cate and her sisters aren't fond of the idea...that's one more person they have to keep their secret from, but this governess isn't the plain sourpuss of a nun they expected. She is young, she is beautiful, she is fashiomable... Sister Elena is pretty—no, beautiful—with smooth brown skin and black ringlets peeking out from beneath her hood. And she’s fashionable—as fashionable as the Brothers’ strictures will allow. Her dress has a wide bell skirt in a soft pink that reminds me of Mother’s peonies.And she may just be the ally that they need. Cate has more on her mind than just the secrecy of her magic, she's of an age to marry, and for girls like her, there are only two choices once she turns 17: marry, or become a sister. Will she be marrying her childhood sweetheart, Paul...who understands her. “A life with you will never be dull, will it, and that’s just what I want. Think about it, Cate. That’s all I ask. Can you do that?”Or the mysterious Finn. Finn squares his shoulders—which have gotten a good deal sturdier since the last time I saw him. Or paid attention, at any rate. How long has it been since I actually looked? He’s gotten awfully handsome; it can’t have happened overnight.Adding to her headaches is her mother's mysterious message, it seems like Cate and her sister are in danger. There is a prophecy---will they be the one to fulfil it? Hell, will they live long enough to see it? ...if the Brothers found out, they would kill me. Immediately and without trial. Perhaps they’d make an example of all three of us—burn us at the stake, or hang us in the town square, the way they did in Great-Grandmother’s day.The Setting: Whaaa?! This book was really, really confusing at first. I thought it was historical US, it's not. It's an alternate version of the US, where witchcraft exists and is stifled for fear. Around 100 years ago, the Brotherhood gained power. They killed all the witches, they set up a Puritan-like regime under which women aren't allowed access to higher education (some Brethren don't believe women should read at all) and should be submissive to men at all times. They use the witches' power to justify suppressing young women and making them subservient. They cared nothing for protecting girls’ virtue. They would have women aping men— dressing immodestly, running businesses, even forgoing marriage to live in unnatural unions with other women.”This book has a lot of diversity. There are Japanese families and side characters. The governess has "brown skin." There are lesbians, it is implied that some of the witches are lesbians. Furthermore, with the Middle Eastern circumstance these days where women are denied access to education---this book makes a tongue-in-cheek reference to the liberalness of the Middle Eastern countries compared to the US in this alternate universe. I hold back a sigh. What I wouldn’t give to share in the freedoms of Arab girls. They’re allowed to inherit property and go to university; they’ve even been given the right to vote.Overall, I felt like the world building was very well-done, if confusing at first. Cate: I hate that I’ve taken this small happiness away from her. When I was her age, I liked to run through the gardens, and I suppose I was careless with my magic, too. Now I have to play mother for Tess and Maura, and ignore the wild girl that still bangs in my heart, begging to be let out.A really sympathetic character. She is a girl who is forced to grow old before her time. She has to play disciplinarian to her two contrary, wilder, free-spirited sister, and it sucks the life out of her to do so. There is no question that the sisters love one another, and Cate feels her responsibility heavy on her shoulders. She is prepared to give up her own happiness to keep them safe. It’s been years since I’ve let myself consider what I want. It hardly matters. I didn’t want Mother to die; I didn’t want Father to turn into a shadow of his old self; I didn’t want the responsibility of policing my sisters. I certainly never wanted to be a witch in the first place.I love her occasional moments of anger and resentment at having been forced to grow up so fast, so soon. It’s rare that I’ve let myself feel angry with Mother. She’s dead; she can’t defend herself. But now I’m shaking with it. How could she? How could she die and leave me here to deal with all of this alone?What I didn't like about Cate was her hatred of her own powers. She has an unique power, and no, she doesn't feel like a Mary Sue. Cate believes her witchcraft wicked, she hates her powers, she thinks herself evil. I don't like that. If I had powers, even if they were presecuted, I'd revel in it. Find a way to work it to my advantage. Don't be a motherfucking pussy. EMBRACE THE POWER. Cate sometimes feel week because of her own denial, and I didn't appreciate that character flaw, especially when power is something I would so embrace.The Romance: I want to chase right after Finn. I don’t care how big a fool I’d look.Why?! Fucking why?! Paul is PERFECT. Here we have a case of a completely needless love triangle. She has her childhood best friend, Paul, with whom she has an understanding, which means that everyone in the 'hood knows they will get married one day, and she knows it, and Paul knows it, except BOOM, OUT OF THE BLUE COMES FUCKING FINN. Who takes all the Funn out of things. Sorry, couldn't resist. Paul is so nice. He understands Cate so well. They get along so well. “Because we’re alike, you and I. We want adventures, not quiet nights at home by the fire. I think I could make you happy if you’d let me.” Paul’s voice goes gravelly, and he takes both my hands in his.Which is why I don't fucking understand the need for a love triangle at all. ...more |
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| I can’t lose Annie because I wanted to dance and kiss James. How could I have been so stupid and selfish? Everything was already screwed up; we wer I can’t lose Annie because I wanted to dance and kiss James. How could I have been so stupid and selfish? Everything was already screwed up; we were already in trouble. I can’t believe I did this. I did this. Again. How many times will Annie have to see her own death because of me?[image] So there are these two stupid sisters, I want to call them Dumb and Dumber, but for the purposes of this book, they're named Annabelle (Annie) and Sofia (Fia). At the beginning of the story, we know that Fia is an assassin, a 17-year old assassin. A really pretty, skinny, girl-next-door-wholesome, charming assassin who's given a task to kill someone, a boy named Adam. Supposedly she's been a killer before, it doesn't matter because as soon as we meet her, the first paragraph of the book tells us that she's a motherfucking moron who can't kill anything if it has big, soulful motherfucking eyes. Fia has to kill this dude. There are people holding her beloved sister, Annie, hostage. If she doesn't kill this guy whom she's never known before, whom she's never met before, they're gonna probably kill or hurt her sister (who's blind, and by implication, pretty helpless). So what does Fia do? She doesn't fucking kill the guy. I know I won’t be able to kill him.Because he motherfucking helped a puppy. He’s still helping the puppy, untangling the leash from a tree outside the bar. And he’s not only setting it free, he’s talking to it.He's setting the little puppy free from where its leash got tangled, and by doing so, Dumber, I mean, Fia, can't bring it in her cold steel assassin motherfucking heart to kill him. He's ruined her plans because he helped a motherfucking puppy. What in the actual fucking name of incompetent moronic idiocy is this shit? And need I remind you of what's going to happen if she doesn't kill him? Her sister is going to get fucking killed by the organization holding her hostage. His long fingers deftly untwist and unwind and undo my entire day, my entire life. Because if he doesn’t die today, Annie will, and that is one death I cannot have on my conscience.[image] So in case I haven't made it clear, Annie is Fia's sister. She is blind. She is helpless. She will get killed if Fia doesn't do her job as an assassin and kill this henceforth unknown boy. And Fia is going to let her beloved 19-year old big sister, whom she has to protect, die because she can't bear to kill a boy who shows kindness to a motherfucking puppy. She doesn't know the boy. She doesn't know who she is. She's never fucking met him before. He's a cute boy. It doesn't fucking matter. He could have been a serial killer. She doesn't know why she has to kill him, but he's her assignment. Ted Bundy was handsome, too, he was wholesome-looking, too. [image] And look where that got all his 30 victims. That dumb dog has killed us all.No, it hasn't. You've killed "us all," Fia. You had one fucking job, to kill that boy, and you couldn't do it because of a cute motherfucking dog. [image] So instead of doing her job and just making it simple, and you know, killing the guy, Fia ends up incapacitating some random thugs instead and saves mysterious boy, named Adam, a 19-year old "doctor," by which I think he means he's a Ph.D and not an actual doctor, because no doctor would be so incompetent and overdose their patient unless they graduated from a cut-rate medical school in Guatemala that would admit a student from an non-biological science major who spent her entire college career playing Worlf of Warcraft every night and cramming for her exams the hours before. Meaning they'd take me. No offense to actual Guatemalan doctors everywhere. I'm sure you guys are amazing compared to the "board certified plastic surgeons" working out of garages in Las Vegas who use motor engine lubricant/WD-40 for butt injections. I kid. I kid. Not really. Anyways! Despite the fact that fucking child-savant-19-year-old-"doctor" Adam fucking drugged her without her consent, Fia still trusts him. Because she's the most idiotic assassin in the history of YA literature with the exception of perhaps, Celaena Sardothien. He shifts uncomfortably, eyes on the road. “I might have overdosed you. Just a little. I needed to think.”Clearly, along with her inability to do her fucking job, Fia has to get her priorities straight. Here is a girl who's been raised in a psychic school who's been trained to be deadly for years, who's had her sister taken hostage, whose parents died under mysterious circumstances, who knows better than to trust anyone, suddenly fucking trusts a guy who: 1. She's been assigned to kill, obvious there has to be a reason if he's seen as a threat 2. DRUGS HER WITHOUT HER CONSENT How fucking dumb is that? So now she hasn't killed the boy, she's faked his death at the risk of having her sister killed because she can't complete her assignment, she lets him go, she TELLS him that she's been assigned to kill him, he believes her and they part with a hug, because it's just totally natural that she tell a guy that there's a hit on his head, that he has to abandon his family and friends and go into hiding, and she's going to pretend she's killed him. And now she's going to return to the agency and pretend that everything is normal, singing Justin Bieber while she goes. I should be terrified. I should turn around and go anywhere else. I should curl up in a ball and cry. Instead, I think about everything in the whole entire world that makes me angry—there is a lot, oh, there is a lot—and I start singing Justin Bieber at the top of my lungs.Clearly, she just needs somebody to love (I need somebody, I, I need somebody...). I do like that song, by the way. So Fia's angry. Really really angry. She takes out that anger by imagining killing people in her head (while believing that killing is wrong and hating herserlf because she kills. Yay! Hypocrisy!). She hates everyone, she hates everything. She dances. And Fia—oh, Fia, you are so beautiful it makes my heart hurt—is in the middle of it all, slamming her body, moving and swaying and dancing to the beat in a way that no one else can. Her eyes are closed and her arm is raised.She sings. “Drugs, drugs, drugs, I want some drugs,” I sing, dancing out of the bathroom and into my living room.There could be terrorists threatening her life, it doesn't really matter because if Fia dances and sings, they'll all go away. Dance dance. Sing. Sing. Sing. So just forget about Adam now, really, forget about him. He's a projected love interest, but you're not gonna see him again for a long time. Because now we meet another love interest instead, handsome, powerful James. And cue love triangle. Apparently, for all the sisterly love that Annie and Fia supposedly share, they hate each other pretty easily. Because right now (we're like, 1 hour from the Adam-rescuing-puppy event) Fia goes back to super secret special agency headquarter and finds out that Annie is the one who ordered the kill on Adam. And instead of, like, actually ASKING Annie why she wanted to fucking kill Adam in the first place ---you know, trusting your beloved sister whom you've sworn to protect and all--- Fia gets all fucking upset that Annie sent her to kill. And now Fia feels that Annie has betrayed her because of a fucking boy whom she's known for all of a fucking hour. How could she want him dead? Did she want me to do it? How could she set me up for that?And instead of trusting her sister and telling her the reason (and it's a legit reason) why she wanted Adam dead: Hint: he's dangerous! Annie just keeps it all to herself and allows her sister to think that she's just a vindictive bitch who just wanted to kill a cute sad-eyed boy for fun. Adam was a threat. A huge, massive, all-consuming threat.Such communication. What love. Much wow. Sisters much? This book was a mess. The ending. Fuck that ending. Why did I even read this book? [image] The Narrative: Drove me absolutely bonkers. - Half the book are composed of flashbacks - It is narrated from alternating POVs, Fia and Annie (and THEIR flashbacks! Yay!) - Nothing fucking happens: seriously, after the beginning Adam excitement, nothing happens in this book. Why? Oh, right. BECAUSE HALF THE BOOK ARE FLASHBACKS. - Stream-of-consciousness style narrative from Fia. And man, she is motherfucking annoying. Repetitions. Fia fucking loves them. Something is wrong.Did I mention she loves repetitions? (Control, control, control. Control got Clarice killed.)Yep. She loves repetition. Annie is safe.I GET THE FUCKING POINT. The Anger: I like an angry heroine. I don't like a bratty one. Fia is angry, but her anger is the sort of the kind of tantrum that a 5-year old throws, and I just had enough of her bullshit. I absolutely hated her. I wanted to strangle her, or at least remove her voice box so she would just fucking shut up because I don't want to hear it. I know she has a lot to be upset about. I should have been able to empathize with her. I can't because she's so "WAH OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGMG SHUT UP YOU ARE ALL BITCHES AND I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!! DIIIIIIIIE!" all the fucking time. Fia is crazy. She is fucking nuts. She's not the cold, sociopathic kind of crazy or the entertaining kind of crazy like Penryn's mother in Angelfall, but the sort that one day is going to turn into the scary bag lady in the corner, shouting at passersby, brandishing an umbrella, screaming "I'M COMING FOR YOU IN YOUR SLEEP, YOU LITTLE FUCKS." as concerned mothers cover their children's ears. It is batshit, annoying crazy, and I can't take it. Sister, Sister: The love between sisters in this book is all telling and no showing. Oh, we know that Fia really loves her sister because she says so all the time. Except for the fact that practically every time she sees Annie, Fia's resenting her for getting her stuck in this situation in the first place. We know that Fia really loves Annie because she thinks that Annie's betraying her without giving her a chance to explain. We know that Annie and Fia love each other because they never. ever. fucking. communicate. with each other. Sharing emotions. Sharing your troubles. Sharing your stories. Leaning on each other for support? Is that too much to motherfucking ask? I just wanted the sister to show some genuine love for one another. The Romance: Surprisingly little, despite the fucking insta-love. The book doesn't tie anything together. There are roughly 93889758934329 loose ends, and the romance is but one of them. There attempts to be a love triangle, and it's just completely laughable because it's so completely fucking pointless. The only person I liked in the book is the sadistic love interest, James. He was the only one with any sort of depth to his personality. There was just no point to this book. Why did I even bother? Nothing ever got resolved. [image] ...more |
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Actual rating: 3.5 The strange staring contests. The lack of parents. And the missing blood. Oh God, the missing blood. How could I be so stupid? ThActual rating: 3.5 The strange staring contests. The lack of parents. And the missing blood. Oh God, the missing blood. How could I be so stupid? They’re vampires, or at least under a number of severe delusions.This was a hilarious read. It's partially a parody on Twilight and other generic vampire books, so expect quite a few insider vampires jokes. If you're expecting a DEEP DARK SCARY YA VAMPIRE NOVEL, stop here. This book is 75% lulz, it doesn't take itself seriously at all. There are stupid, dangerous, and silly vampires who are completely out of touch with modern high school life and refers to Twilight as a manual. Marisabel just shrugs, rolling on her back to stare up at an open copy of Twilight.It is light on romance, and the main character is realistic, funny, and likeable. She's a snarky journalist wannabe with as much curiosity as there is blood in her veins. The side characters (the humans, at least) are kind of shallow, but considering this book is a parody, it's fine. This isn't War and Peace, I just want a book that would make me laugh, without any elements like slut shaming and abuse/stalking that would piss me off. This book did the trick. The Summary: I can imagine the expressions that flicker across my face; there’s the “Crap, she is a vampire,” followed by “Crap, I am not supposed to know she is a vampire,” followed by “Crap, I think she just realized that I still know she is a vampire.”Sophie wants to be a journalist. This is the year she will become editor-in-chief of her high school newspaper. Only her journalism teacher think she takes her assignments a leeeetle too far. “Like I said, I love everything you’re doing, but our school paper is generally supposed to be less investigative and more...”She's assigned the boring-as-fuck job of interviewing the surprising number of new students that have shown up at her school over the summer. Four of them. They stare at people at length. They're really strange. They live together. They have really weird names, like Vlad and Marisabel. They're not too willing to give her any information about themselves, and Vlad is oddly fascinated with Sophie's stepsister, Caroline. Of course, he doesn't give Sophie the time of day, which SUCKS, because she's supposed to interview him. Sophie's got competition for the editor-in-chief position. She NEEDS to get this article together. The more Sophie finds out about the new students, the stranger they seem. It helps that Caroline won't stop talking about him. Vlad is hot. Vlad is cool. Vlad has a silver Hummer with tinted windows and he offered to drive Caroline around in it. Vlad is rich. Vlad’s parents are away on business in Europe, so he has the house to himself. And yes, he’s delighted that they let his friends come stay with him this semester so he wouldn’t be lonely.Hm. HMMMMMMMMMM. The new students don't act right. They're overheard saying really strange things. “They already like me, Neville,” Vlad says. “Did you see how many of them congratulated me afterward? Look, this is called a ‘fist bump.’ It is more accepted now than a handshake.”They walk with unnatural grace. Vlad is making his way across the cafeteria. He moves silently and with an easy grace, an achievement when you take into account the cheap tile that makes everyone in sneakers sound like farting mice.And then there's the weird mystert of the missing blood from a blood drive. Hm. HMMMMMMMMMM. To further complicate things, Sophie's childhood best friend, James has returned. He's living next door. Alone. James seems to know a little bit too much about the new students, and since they were friends, Sophie confides in him. “Not only won’t they talk to me, they scare the crap out of me. They’re not normal students. I overheard a very strange conversation yesterday. And Vlad’s dating my sister. And possibly dating his sister, too.”Sophie's investigational skills will finally get the better of her, and she'll come to discover a shocking, horrifying secret. They're vampires. WHO'D HAVE THUNK IT THAT THE STRANGE SCARY NEW PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT NORMAL ARE VAMPIRES. Like, what the FUCK, man?! The freaking vampires aren't at school for no reason, they're here on a mission to find a girl. “She’s said to be the great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter of some dumb baby of some musty vampire family named Mervaux.”And she's going to have to decide who to trust. Can she trust James, her old best friend who might have something to hide? For one crazy, hurtling second I heave a sigh of relief; if forced to choose, he is the better option. But then again, I would also rather drown than be eaten by snakes.But whatever happens, Sophie is smart, intelligent, she's a fighter. I attended a weekly karate class with the same fervor as a nun attending Mass. It was three years before my sensei told Marcie that he was afraid I was there for the wrong reasons. I believe the word “bloodthirsty” was used. Right before the phrase “I think you should get her checked out.”And she's completely prepared for whatever the vampires have to throw at her. After a moment of deliberation, I grab the wooden spoon and a knife and do my best to file it into a point. Two thousand years of folklore can’t be that wrong, right?The Vampires: She is gorgeous in a dark, moody way, with thin black brows and long chestnut hair that breaks into a natural wave at her shoulders. If ever there were a girl meant to sit in a smoky café and tell you about the guinea pig that died tragically when she was four, it’s her.*Stifles laughter* Yeah, they're as you'd expect, and they're all sorts of hilarious. From the bumbling Neville, to the cold determination of icy blond Vlad, to gorgeous, mournful Marisabel, to...Violet. Who is absolutely batshit crazy. “Can I ask you a question?” Violet asks. “Let us say that you liked this boy. You liked him so much that you didn’t care that your family and friends said that it would end badly. You think he admires you as well, so you give him everything that he could ever want. But what does he do? Does he stay with you forever? No! He ignores you and goes off to live who knows where.” Her voice cracks, and she lets go of my arm to flounce back into her seat. “I am at a loss,” she hiccups, holding the handkerchief to her mouth. “Do you think I should give him a lock of my hair? Maybe he is unaware that I still care.”Honestly, the girls are a lot more fun than the guys. They're hysterical in one moment, calmly cool the next. The guys are just plain awkward. This book plays on all the vampire tropes, and it's absolutely hilarious. I loved seeing the "vampires" interact with one another. I loved leader Vlad's frustration as it seems like his plan and his "friends" aren't going anywhere as planned. “Can you believe them? Neville does nothing but attach himself to any organization that will have him, and Violet...yesterday Violet asked if I wanted to participate in a ‘quiz’ that will tell me what my ‘best fall look’ is,” he says. “What does that even mean?”Sophie: “And you’re stronger?”Meet Sophie, whose knowledge of vampires is restricted to Twilight. She's not dumb at all, but she's just silly enough to be endearing. Sophie is intelligent, she's a natural investigator and journalist, but she's not Too-Stupid-To-Live. She runs when there's danger. Sophie fights back when needed. I’m just about to start my return creep across the yard when a figure darts through the far hallway. For a second my shocked brain scans for a “Stop, drop, and roll” sort of acronym that explains what to do when you’re about to be caught spying. I decide on RLH—Run Like Hell.What I love about Sophie is her sense of humor. Sophie has a deadpan internal narrative that made me giggle, she constantly makes snarky observations. “Wonderful,” Vlad says, and then probably follows it with something else ridiculous (“Your hair is like sunlight in space” or “Let’s greet the dawn with kisses”).She's not altogether rational, she relies on gut instinct sometimes, against reason, but I understand her choices. Altogether, Sophie is an awesome narrator. The Romance: In reality our relationship consisted of hair pulling (age six), doll vandalism (age eight), and relentless teasing about my freckles (age eleven). Not exactly Romeo and Juliet, but try telling Marcie that. Luckily he moved away to New York before either one of us had to drink poison or kill a cousin.The romance in this book was really light, and thoroughly adorable. There is no insta-love. Sophie and James have known each other almost their whole lives, until he moved away...and turned into something else. James isn't your standard Edward Cullen. He does shit like climb through windows in the dark of night, but Sophie proceeds to kick the crap out of him when he does. Now I channel all of my anger and lingering fear into one mighty upward chop to the nose. When he covers his face, I bend my knees up and use my legs to pop him off of me before rolling sideways and scrambling to my feet, my legs still shaky from the adrenaline.*cheers* They're an equally matched pair. James respects her. She respects him. James is never a creeper, and although he's made difficult choices in the past, I understood why he made his (really stupid) choices, and I really liked them as a couple. “It was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. You can’t kick me more than I’ve kicked myself.”Overall, great book, with likeable characters and a lot of humor. Recommended. ...more |
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| I got them all killed. I was supposed to protect them, and I was underground, entertaining a convict, throwing daggers at a wall.Sigh. This book wa I got them all killed. I was supposed to protect them, and I was underground, entertaining a convict, throwing daggers at a wall.Sigh. This book was not terrible, but is boring. In short, here is why I did not like it: 1. It was incredibly slow. The action was stretched out tighter than a pair of size-2 leggings on Kim Kardashian's ever-growing ass. That whole "the sisters’ journey to find each other sends them far from the only home they’ve ever known" thing in the blurb? Don't hold your breath waiting for it to happen. 2. Frustratingly stupid characters. The only character I liked throughout the book is the one presented to us as the straight-talking village asshole Gavril. 3. Poorly built slapstick setting with a lack of depth to the paranormal element. There was also just no point to the companion animals, as well as the adoption of the Japanese mythology "kitsune" in name only. There are twins in this book. You might have trouble telling them apart, as I did at first. As you read the book, they will develop their own personality. Moria and Ashyn are similar in that they are equally stupid, they're just dumb in different ways. They are beautiful, identical strawberry-blonde twins. Here's a visual guide, using the lovely Emma Stone. This is Moria. [image] Moira cannot shut up. She makes stupid decisions. This is Ashyn. [image] Ashyn feels sorry for herself. She will forgive anything. The Summary: "Our village is gone. The women massacred, the men turned to shadow stalkers, the children stolen. I believe that qualifies as ‘something gone wrong.’”Sounds exciting, no?! Don't get your hopes up, because all that action is spread oh-so-slowly over a couple of dozen chapters. This book goes nowhere fast. In the beginning, we meet Ronan, a criminal sent into exile in the volcanic Wastes. He sees a boy! A rich boy. He plans to kidnap him. Only it's not a him, it's a her. Ronan doesn't know the mysterious girl's name, but she is Moria. Moria asks him whether he's the youngest, then gives him her dagger and vanhishes into the night. "A dagger won’t kill the fever. Won’t kill the spirits.” She turned. “But good luck anyway.”A choice she will regret later. Back in the village, we learn that Moria and Ashyn are twins. Moria is the Keeper, she is one of few in the empire who protects the people from malevolent spirits. Ashyn is the Seeker, she lays spirits to rest, and buries their bodies afterwards. Tomorrow she is to go into the Forest of the Dead to settle the ghosts. Only things go dreadfully wrong. The Seeking party is attacked by bloodthirsty shadows. It was a piece of meat, almost like a ball, but...Only to run into the arms of kidnappers. Ronan is Ashyn's captor. And to make matters worse, Ronan captures Ashyn using the dagger Moria gave him. He pulled a dagger from his belt. The blade shimmered in the lantern light, but it wasn’t the steel that caught her attention—it was the filigreed handle.Now do you see why it was a bad fucking idea for Moria to give him the dagger? Nice job. Ashyn forgives Ronan right away, because he only just kidnapped her a little bit (no, seriously, that's what she said.) The rest of the book goes somewhat like this: They get attacked by spirits. Their village gets attacked by spirits. They get attacked by a person possessed by a spirit. They run away only to get split up. They get attacked by more spirits. They get deceived by spirits (and then attacked by them). They get attacked by men. They get attacked by spirits. They get deceived by spirits. They get deceived by men. They get attacked some more. They arrive in the Empire's capital. They talk to people. They get involved into conspiracies. The end. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. The Setting: It doesn't mesh. It feels like a ton of random elements thrown together and it never feels like a cohesive high fantasy setting. It's creepy enough, I'll tell you that. There are bloodthirsty spirits. There are places like The Wastes, with hardened volcanic lands, and the Forest of the Dead, filled with malevolent spirits that eat people. But other than that, the setting doesn't feel real. There was no background. There was no history. There was no reason for why things are the way they are. There are pointless paragraphs on the behavior and ways of things like how a merchant is deemed lower class and what's the appropriate way to do business with a tailor, without explaining the important stuff, like politics! Things are just random. We have spirits, no shit, but for some fucking reason sorcery is deemed to be superstitious nonsense? “I didn’t mean to mock you, Ashyn. It’s just...sorcery? I suppose in a place like Edgewood they still believe in that sort of thing. Old superstitions.”There are dragons and petrified dragon eggs are sold in marketplaces, but a porcupine...is sorcery! “It must be sorcery,” she murmured. “To make such a creature.”Pointless Spirits: There was no point to Moria and Ashyn being Seeker and Keeper of the Spirits. Their powers are pointless and hardly used. Neither of them can defend themselves against the spirits by any magical power. They can only attack the spirits with physical weapons, and Ashyn is pretty incompetent in that sense. Both sisters have to rely on big, strong men to take care of them. Their relationship with the spirits is purely superficial. In the beginning, we're told that Moria talks to the spirits, and that's pretty much the last we hear about it for a long fucking time because it's almost never mentioned again. Pointless Animals: Each of the girls have a companion animal, Daigo is a Hound of the Immortal. Tova is a Wildcat of the Immortals. They chuff. They chirp. All the fucking time. They warn the twins of dangers. They do absolutely nothing besides that. It is the worst case of so-called "animal bonding" I have ever read. They might as well be pets. There was no point to their spiritual bonding. Moria: “It isn’t shadow stalkers,” she whispered. “They don’t speak—”Moria never shuts up. She is constantly shushed, because she NEVER STOP TALKING. In the middle of a forest when they're trying to hide from the spirits? BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. In the middle of the forest when they're trying to hide from evil men? BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. She never knows when to keep her fucking mouth shut. She is too headstrong, and I hated her. She grated on my nerves. She makes stupid, impulsive decisions that gets people into trouble. Moria raced through the forest as she clawed vines aside.Moria is often Too-Stupid-To-Live. She rushes into danger the instant she sees it, without thinking of the consoequences. Ashyn: A frustrating doormat. She was kidnapped by Ronan. And then immediately forgives him. “And you just happened upon him?”Because it's so reasonable to forgive a guy who had a knife to your throat a few moments ago. Moria is the quieter twin, she lives in her sister's shadow, and she constantly wishes she was like her sister in appearance, in charisma, in strength. Ashyn spends the entire book feeling sorry for herself, and not much else. Ashyn loved her sister. And yet...It was not that Ashyn particularly wanted any of the young men who trailed after her sister. It was simply...well, simply that she wouldn’t mind a boy’s attention, if only to prove that she wasn’t completely invisible next to Moria.Ashyn is so fucking stupid. She befriends a criminal (Ronan). While he is in jail, she brings him games. She plays with him. She trusts him against all reason. As hard as Ashyn tried, she could not quite shake the lingering hurt over Ronan’s...betrayal certainly wasn’t the right word. Even abandonment felt too harsh.She is truly a doormat. The Guys: They're both assholes. Ronan uses people. Ronan is a criminal who sees people in terms of their worth to him. Ashyn falls for him anyway. Gavril is the jerk who tells Moria when she's being an idiot, and she hates him for it. Gavril is my favorite character in the book. The romance isn't even worth mentioning. Just skip this book. ...more |
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| “You’re different.” “You’re different.”[image] This book is 448 pages long, and this is what happens in it: A girl moves to South Carolina after her mother's death. She finds out that there may be a family curse, and some family members may hate her for it. There is a mystery involving her mother. She falls into a Romeo & Juliet style of love with a boy. The end. This book is 448 pages long. It is simultaneously dull while being excruciatingly ludicrous. This book makes the characters of a soap opera like Passions seem reasonable in comparison, and mind you, Passions is a show with a dwarf, a witch, evil twins, amnesia, and a trip to The Wizard of Oz (I'm not kidding). The difference is that the plot of Passions is at least entertaining. This book's became a parody of itself. If it had not given to me as an ARC, I would not have finished it, and I would have abandoned it within the first 50 pages. There is a multitude of problems. I'm not going to summarize the book because the plot is peppered with - Bafflingly strange characters - A vague Romeo-and-Juliet family feud thing - Sprinkled with a dash of family curses, Native American magic and slave Voodoo from out of nowhere with no sense - A story so full of telling-not-showing that I found myself going "What the HECK? How did she came to THAT conclusion?!" multiple times throughout the book The TRAGIC PAST: “Lula was the kind of mother who locked herself in her room and surfed online auctions for designer clothes no one would ever see her wear because she hadn’t left the house in seventeen years. The kind who didn’t let anyone, not even me, see her scars. Who didn’t tell her twin sister she was still alive. Who dropped dead of a heart attack when her best friend—her only friend—told her he was dying of cancer, so she wasn’t there for him the one time he really needed her.”[image] I'm not a cruel person, really, I'm not. I want to empathize with the main character, I want to feel something for them, but throwing the kitchen sink at the main character and giving her a past to rival any Greek tragedy is not the way to do it. Barrie's life is a parody of a tragedy. It got to the point where I just rolled my eyes, saying, what next? Are they going to give her a kitten and then have it be mutilated by a pack of wild wolves? There is a way of making a character sympathetic without throwing the whole world at her in order to elicit sympathy. The main character in this book had a Tragic Past that is so much so that it ends up being a caricature of itself. - A father who was hated by her mother, burned to death before she was even born - A mother who hates her husband (and by extension, her daughter) so much that she names her after a "crooked street" it was only Barrie’s first name, her real name—Lombard—that served as a reminder of Lula’s bitterness.- A mother almost burned to death, running away to live as a horribly scarred recluse finally dropping dead of a heart attack - A cross-dressing, red-lipstick-wearing, high-heel-sporting black drag queen godfather in the final stages of pancreatic cancer - A Romeo-and-Juliet family curse - A crazy aunt who's barely capable of doing anything without bursting into tears, much less run a tea house in a broken-down plantation home - A crazy alcoholic uncle and cousin who's out to get her In order for me to sympathize with a character, she has to be believable. She has to seem like a realistic character, with a believable past, and there is no such thing in this book. Her past and her present is a soap opera on the grand scale of mind-boggling lunacy. The background: Chock full of holes. Let's focus on the biggest hole: Barrie's mother's death. This is what we know of it: - Lula (the mother) escaped from a fire that left her horribly scarred and burned and in pain for the rest of her life - She lets everyone thinks that she is dead, running away to San Francisco to give birth to, and eventually raise her daughter (Barrie) Here's what I don't get: - How the FUCK did a woman who has been burned so badly that she is beyond recognition manage to escape from a fire and fake her own death? - How the FUCK did a woman who has been so damaged in a fire manage to get all the way to San Francisco, into a hospital, give birth to a daughter without anyone at the hospital questioning what the fuck happened to her?! - How the FUCK did a woman who has been burned so badly in a fire without a husband, without friends, manage to heal up and find a friend (Mark) to take care of her - How the FUCK did a woman who has been burned so badly in a fire, without knowing anyone, manage to establish a new identity in a new town with a new child? - How the FUCK did a woman who has been burned so badly in a fire manage to find a place to live, pay the rent, buy designer clothes online, AND pay someone to take care of her and her child? We eventually learn that she was given money by someone. It still doesn't make sense because: - It can't have been a huge sum, because said person's family is broke, their home broken-down, their family fortune run dry - It certainly can't be enough for Lula to live on in extravagance for two decades Barrie: Is an incomplete character. Barrie (short for Lombard?!) For me, she has no personality, she has no motivation. I didn't understand her choices, her train of thoughts just make no sense: - I don't know why she would choose to ship in a bunch of furniture all the way from San Francisco to South Carolina because the house in South Carolina had broken-down furniture. Wouldn't it be cheaper just to, you know, sell the furniture, get the freaking money, and buy some furniture IN SOUTH CAROLINA? - I don't know why she would hate a boy for no freaking reason at all, and trust me, I KNOW WHEN I SHOULD HATE A BOY IN A YA PARANORMAL. I'm the freaking expert at hating stupid boys, and trust me when I say that there's nothing about Eight that I should hate. He's a pretentious little preppie, that's all. - I don't know why she is so fucking incompetent at doing something simple like locating a freaking bottle of aspirin in her purse WHEN HER SPECIAL POWER IS LOCATING THINGS. Her powers are haphazard, largely useless, and unexplained since she can't even find her freaking phone when she loses it. Barrie is completely faceless and nameless as a character to me. I cannot pick out any memorable quotes from her, because everything she says feels utterly banal and meaningless. The love interest: I don't know why the main character hates him. I think his name, "Eight," is ridiculous (for Charles Beaufort the Eighth," being the 8th said holder of his actual family name--his father is Seven). He, like the main character, is completely lackluster in character, and devoid of personality. The Paranormal: Random and nonsensical. Barrie's powers are hardly used, hardly mentioned, and largely useless. She has a skill for locating things, and most of the book doesn't even mention it. There is the use of Cherokee and slave Voodoo in the book that feels completely random and out of place. It clashed with the setting, for some reason, on a Southern plantation setting, we have Cherokee Fire Carrier spirits and ghosts, and Voodoo plat-eyes. They are just there to make pretty pretty fires that attrack Barrie and pull her into the dark woods in the middle of the night; I didn't feel like they were a realistic and compelling element in the setting. Mark: Mark’s room had always looked like the Moulin Rouge had thrown up, pink and black satin, a throwback to his drag show days when he’d been going to be the next RuPaul, the next José Sarria.The most clichéd dying RuPaul crossdressing wannabe in the whole world. He may be dying, but his character makes me want to laugh because he is so outrageously portrayed. What makes it worse is that the book mentioned this cliché. People had always judged Mark. For being too gay, or not gay enough, or not transgender the way some expected.And I may be one of those characters, because I felt like Mark was a caricature of a crossdressing black guy. Please allow me to say that I am 100% for gay rights, and I believe that people should wear and do whatever makes them happy. This is not a complaint about a character who is different, this is an observation that the character did not feel real. I have friends who are gay. I have friends who are crossdresser (I give my clothes to one of them). I share a locker room with a guy who is transgender. I don't care about who you love, what you wear. My complaint about this book is that Mark's character felt like it was inserted in there for no reason at all, as a ploy to diversity that fell short. His voice sounded pinched, the way it had the night of her first awards ceremony, when he’d worn Spanx to squeeze into a pink Chanel suit he’d accidentally bought too small on eBay.Mark wears sky-high heels and red lipstick. He loves Lady Gaga. He has a cat named RuPaul. I'm all about diversity in books, and I'm the last person in the world to have a problem with a cross-dressing character, but the thing is that Mark is just too much. He felt like a caricature of a transvestite rather than someone real. The character of Mark felt out of place, outrageously so. I am sure that this book meant well, I am 100% positive that this book did not intend to mock the transvestite community in any way, but for me, Mark felt like a mockery of a person. Overall: Not recommended. The book tries to sell itself to fans of the Beautiful Creatures series. I say, stick to that series and save yourself the trouble. 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This is one of the most shallow, insipid YA paranormal books I have ever read. It is filled with descriptions of clothes, descriptions of beautiful, w
This is one of the most shallow, insipid YA paranormal books I have ever read. It is filled with descriptions of clothes, descriptions of beautiful, wealthy people, meaning-filled loving gazes, and not much more than that. I might get more complexity from the pages of Cosmopolitan magazine. He looks up as we pass, and for an instant, our eyes meet, and it feels like the world slows on its axis.Most voodoo books I've read have been, well, doodoo. This book totally sucked, too, but here's the difference. It's still a steaming pile of poo, but it's shit that doesn't stink. It's shit that has no personality. Instead of a fresh, steaming pile of crap, this is fecal matter that's been dried, dunked in bleach, and then encased in plastic because all the character (however stinky) that made the poo interesting in the first place has been completely removed from it. [image] This book is as whitewashed as voodoo gets. It's an insult to the original religion. It has: 1. A special, different main character 2. Insta-love 3. A love triangle between a mysterious (and light-skinned black boy!) and a nice, sweet boy-next-door type (shocking!) 4. The most flavorless Southern atmosphere I have ever encountered within a book. This is the South, but don't worry, there's nothing that resembles it in our town, because it's a fucking magical town that looks like a picturesque New England town, y'all 5. Voodoo that has been sanitized within an inch of its life. It's closer to a bastardized version of chanting underneath the moonlight Wicca than anything remotely like the original African/West Indies religion. 6. More clothes than magic. More brand-dropping than paranormal. Chanel. Bling. Furs. Bring on the wealth. Don't bother. The Summary: “Look, I’m all for the idea of bringing a bunch of hot college guys to town, but are you sure we should be opening the gates if a bunch of magic-haters are out to kill us?”We're the Dolls and we are. Fab. U. Lous. We are the Queen Bees of Pointe Laveau high school. We are the descendants of Voodoo practitioners, our families rule the town, and we do anything we please. We can have anything we want. Good grades. Fabulous clothes. Immunity from teachers’ punishments. Control over everything. Lust and love from whatever boys we choose. It’s all ours. Doesn’t that interest you?”We are stunningly beautiful, all of us. Across the group of mourners, two impossibly beautiful girls are staring right at me. One is a beautiful honey blonde with perfectly tanned skin. The other, who’s even more stunning, has glistening cocoa skin, a perfect model’s body, and mounds of wildly gorgeous ebony curls.We rule the school. Pointe Laveau is within Carrefour, Louisiana, a town for the ultra-rich. Even among the wealthy, we are the elites. We wear the most stunning clothes, and we hope you like seeing clothing descriptions because they are on practically every page. But we're worth it, our clothes are all designer, and they deserve to be shown off. She’s paired her oxford with a set of Chanel pearls featuring a diamond-encrusted, interlocking double C. Her high-heeled Mary Janes are studded with what look like diamonds, and her hair is artfully mussed.The school has a dress code? Oh, you don't say. Guess what, we don't give a flying fuck. Fuck classes. Fuck the drinking age. Alcohol in school? Why the eff not. “Gin and tonic?” Arelia asks eagerly as she smoothes a corner of the blanket. It’s cashmere, I notice. “Or would you prefer champagne today?”Our lunches are catered. We don't eat in the cafeteria like the bourgeoisie. Everywhere we go, we are trailed by an adoring crowd of admirers. Not only are they undoubtedly the most gorgeous girls in school, but they’re being trailed by a crowd of adoring-looking guys as they sweep into the cafeteria in a cloud of expensive perfume.Our version of Voodoo involving dancing around a circle to open the protective gates of our community in order to meet boys. “Dandelion and mojo beans, sandalwood and lemon balm, we draw your power. Spirits, open the gates of Carrefour on Saturday night.”Eveny, we welcome you to our circle. First on the itinerary to become a voodoo queen: a makeover. "We’re getting you a haircut and a makeover on Thursday after school. We’ve already scheduled an appointment for you at Cristof’s Salon.”Eveny: The thing is, I’ve always felt a half step different from everyone else.Meet your main character, Eveny. About to turn 17, she is your typical special, different main character with immensely powerful power who doesn't do jack shit to earn it. A descendant of a powerful Voodoo Queen, Eveny holds tremendous powers...powers of which she doesn't have a fucking clue. Powers that she has never learned. Power that she has never earned. Powers that comes through her only through the lucky accident of her birth. Give me a break. I hate characters who have no merit. I hate characters who inherit everything by the basis of luck. Eveny is wealthy because of who she is. Eveny is powerful because of her bloodline. She never fucking has to earn anything. She never works hard for anything. I have zero respect for her. She knows The Dolls are shallow, and yet she feels a connection to them anyway, she slums with the poor kids, she can similarly chill with the rich kids. She dangles a guy along while lusting after another. Eveny is a character without character. The Setting: “It’s like one big country club,” I say.Expecting an authentic, drowsy, languid, atmospheric Louisiana setting? You're shit out of luck. You want hot weather? Swamps? Fuck you. The privileged gated community of Carrefour in which Eveny lives is magically climate-controlled. There are flowers and temperate climates year-round. There are McMansions everywhere. Designer boutiques. French bakeries. It's like fucking Beverly Hills. There is no local flavor, unless our precious precious fucking Eveny decides to slum it out and go into the slump for a crawfish boil. And even then, the crawfish is frozen. What kind of self-respecting Louisianan eats frozen crawfish? There is almost nothing of the Southern atmosphere that I love so much. The gated community of Carrefour might as well be anywhere, and indeed, it is described as looking like an "Atlantic seaside resort." Fuck that, seriously. The town is so tremendously wealthy, and the wealthy areas, not the actual, realistic South, is where we spend most of the time. There was no fucking point to this book being in the South, besides the fact that the setting is used as an excuse for the fuck-up sanitized version of "Voodoo" within this book. And speaking of "voodoo." Voo-what?: "At one time our ancestors were very powerful practitioners of voodoo. But in 1863, they, along with Peregrine’s and Chloe’s ancestors, struck their own deal with the fates because they felt voodoo was getting too commercialized."This is what passes for voodoo in this book. It's practically Wicca in its cleanliness. It's herbs, dancing, a few cute little voodoo dolls. Now, I know that voodoo isn't the bloody sport that it's portrayed as in the media. I know that it's not all animal sacrifice. I know it's a peaceful religion, I don't expect gore and magic and screaming. I, however, expect more than.... ...some sort of sorority ritual.And more than... “There are a few things to know: First, all charms have to start with asking Eloi Oke to open the gate so that we can talk to the spirits. Second, they all have to involve herbs or flowers, because we channel our power from them. Third, they always have to be specific. Like you can’t say, ‘Make all the boys fall in love with me.’ Instead you’d have to ask for your own beauty enhancements, or ask for the love of a specific guy. Or both.”The Romance: There is insta-love. There is a love triangle. Eveny falls into insta-love with a... “But I mean the one with the blue eyes,” I mumble.Are you kidding me? Can't you just make the love interest, you know completely black? Why does he have to be light-skinned? Why does a black guy have to have blue eyes? Oh, I get it, it's striking, but I can't help but feel so severely disappointed that what feels like copping-out on the issue of a person-of-color love interest. Oh, and the love triangle. That fucking love triangle. Between the light-skinned black guy Caleb whom every girl in town lusts after, and nice guy Drew, whom she just can't bring herself to care about, despite the fact that he's obviously in insta-love with her. I wish I weren’t thinking about Caleb. I wish I hadn’t spent the last twenty-four hours daydreaming about being pressed up against the solid chest I’d collided with outside the library.As if I didn't make it quite clear: so not recommended. All quotes were taken from an uncorrected review copy subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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| "Liv...it’s a name, a verb, a command. A notion of mortality. That’s a name ripe for some epic poetry. If I could write, I’d write you one, a poem. "Liv...it’s a name, a verb, a command. A notion of mortality. That’s a name ripe for some epic poetry. If I could write, I’d write you one, a poem.”In YA literature, I often find myself wishing I could kill the main character. This book did me a favor: it DID kill off the main character. Sadly, it didn't help. My headache persisted. You see, the girl still lives on, as an extremely irritating ghost, a tiresome, ceaselessly self-centered narrator. This book is categorized as "paranormal" only by technicality. It is nothing but nauseating, mindless wish-fulfillment. There is a girl who died in a well. If you are hoping for Anna Dressed in Blood or Ringu, you are sadly out of luck. The Big Bang Theory is wrong. The universe was created from the birth of Olivia Bloom. She is the center of the universe. Multiple ecosystems spawned from the fertility of her poop. The sun shines out of her asshole. This book is about nothing, nobody, but Liv. This book is less: [image] And more: [image] The only thing terrifying about this book is the astoundingly quick insta-love. There is a girl who is accepted to a most prestigious academy through no intelligence. She is picked up to her school by a white-gloved chaffeur and whisked off to her beautiful Gothic boarding school by a limousine. At her school, she is served by waiters at mealtime. Her things are unpacked, her room cared for by unseen servants. She has the most popular, most handsome boy in school pining for her since the moment they first lay eyes on each other. He will do anything for her. She instantly makes another guy friend who will also do anything for her. Including go to jail to help solve the mystery of her death. It's no big deal. What's more important is Liv, the dead Liv. “I appreciate the effort, man, but let it go,” Gabe said, sincerely. “You know what’s most important right now: to learn the truth and bring justice. For her.”No classes. No female friends. Stupid female rivals. Hot guys who adore her AND befriend her. This book is truly the epitome of idiotic, simpering wishfulness. The Summary: Part I: The Wish Fulfillment; Liv is an orphan. She lives with her foster parents. Don't worry, her foster parents aren't worthy of any mention in the book; they are placeholder only. Liv somehow gets accepted into the ultra-prestigious Wickham Hall. It's "the best prep school in the country." We have no idea how the fuck she gets in, except it's something vague about her art. Because her brains it ain't. My grades certainly didn’t get me into Wickham Hall. I assumed it was my portfolio.The school is beautiful. Stunning. The students are dull. Every single girl is a clone, except for Liv. They dressed the same. Their hair was almost identical. Their skin was milky with the occasional bout of freckles. Their noses even turned up in the same way. But mostly, they all talked the same.Liv, who stands out. Liv, who is the object of ostracization because every single girl hates her. Liv, who immediately falls for the most unattainable boy in school, Malcolm Astor. That’s when I noticed him. He was standing next to the headmaster, still looking at me even though the others had turned away. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away. But I could feel his gaze linger. I desperately willed my face not to flush, my lips not to purse. Suddenly I was aware of every single muscle in my face.Malcolm Astor, who immediately singles Liv out for his specialized attention, the most prestigious First Dance at the school ball. I looked up, mouth full of bread, to see what had happened and...he was there.Not only is there Golden Boy Malcolm, but there is brooding, dark Gabe. He was skittish and intense, but his brown eyes were gentle. Still, I wanted to keep at least three feet away. He was almost exactly how I’d always pictured Vincent Van Gogh—in other words, pretty crazy.Two boys, ever so different. *rolls eyes* Classes, fuck classes. What classes? It's apparently a boarding school (and a prestigious educational institution) in name only, because it seems that all Liv does is paint and continue her courtship of Malcolm. This is a paranormal book, after all, but the only thing I found abnormal about this book is Malcolm's perfection and their courtship. They kiss within 10% of the book. They go on romantic dates. There has never been such an idealized teenaged boy as Malcolm. He takes her on trips to dark, romantic gravestones. He makes her a playlist. Malcolm let go of my hand and took out his iPod. He clicked it on and then handed it to me. A playlist called Liv, Forever was cued up.Malcolm then takes her on a romantic sun-dappled tour of the school based on that playlist. And we walked along a sun-dappled path, comfortable like two people who’d known each other forever.*gag* Malcolm offers to be her fucking canvas. He turned to me. “Draw on me.”Of course it is. Oh, wait. Isn't this supposed to be a paranormal novel? Oh, here it comes. SHE DIES! My head whipped back from its force. And that’s when everything went black.Part II: I'm pretty when I'm dead; And the wish-fulfillment continues. You see, Liv is pretty, even when she's dead. My body was cold and dull. Plump with death. I looked almost serene. My dark hair spread around my head, kind of like that famous painting of Ophelia floating in the river. Funny, I’d made so many self-portraits and yet I’d never really looked at myself and realized I was actually kind of pretty.Her so-perfect lover weeps over her, ever so dramatically. She is loved when she is lost. He kneeled on the ground next to my body and kissed my cheek.Crime-scene contamination, be damned. Liv is dead. So beautiful. So young. So tragic. Like the a sad, sad night lit by stars. I was separate from the world. I had become the star, hadn’t I? That tragic, lonely thing.Like a fallen angel, beautiful in her fragility! I imagined myself an angel. I kind of was, wasn’t I?For someone dead, she sure is full of herself. Apparently, she's a ghost now. Liv is dead! Murdered! Ohnoes! Now we must investigate her death. But however will she do that?! Enter Gabe also known as walking, talking deus ex fucking machina because he can hear ghosts. Together, the three of them will investigate her death! Liv will use her supernatural abilities as a ghost to discover who killed her!!!!!!!!!!! Part II: Love after death I waited and waited until there was enough condensation for me to write a single sentence. It took every ounce of willpower to ignore the pain in my fingertip. But I did it.Or she could just use it to write a note to her lover. Same thing, really. -_________________- The Setting: WHAT SETTING? ARE WE IN HIGH SCHOOL? You wouldn't bloody know. There is not a single instance of actually attending any class outside of art, in which they're pretty much fucking free to do what they want. It's supposed to be a beautiful Northeastern United States setting with pretty leaves, pretty buildings...and that's it. There are no relevant students because the only person the book is concerned with is Liv and those connected to her. There are no academics because Liv doesn't give a fuck about academia. There are no classes because it would interfere with Liv's social life and her courtship with Malcolm. There are a lot of walking around on the beautiful campus...because it's a beautiful campus. It was mid-afternoon so there were no stars, of course, but the leaves were every possible orange and the clouds were perfect puffs.It's not so much a school campus, as it is vacation resort. The Mary Sue: There is room for only one relevant female in this book, and there is no doubt that star is Liv Bloom. Liv is one of the most useless, self-centered character I have ever encountered. She is a heroine of the Bella Swan sort because she is completely, utterly worthless in every way but her love interests can't see it. She is an artist, but we don't really see much of that, nor is she a credible one, because her art is, well...herself. A self-portrait. Almost all my drawings are self-portraits. They don’t necessarily look like me—in fact, they rarely do—but they represent me.Yet somehow, everyone thinks she is fucking perfection. Her new art teacher raves over her talents. Talents of which we are never convinced. “You are so talented. Do you understand? Your skill is exceptional. If you unleash and add true emotion to your work, it will sing, Olivia! It will fly!”Her new boy toy knows that she is the one approximately 15 minutes after meeting her, after knowing nothing about her. “I think I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”The Artistic References: Listen, I like art as much as the next person. I studied it for years when I was younger, but there is a way to appreciate art, and shoving it down the readers' throat isn't it. There is an incredible amount of artistic name-dropping in this book. Klimt. Pollock. Modigliani. Yue. Van Gogh. Rothko. But then images started to emerge from the darkness around us. At first they were pleasant: a Titian cherub, a Chagall angel. But then one of Bosch’s devils appeared. And Munch’s screaming terror. Francis Bacon’s agonizing Pope. And one of Basquiat’s jagged skulls.It feels forced. It feels false. It feels like the book is trying too hard. The Romance: This book is filled with the most romantic, the most unrealistic of fantasies. The perfect golden boy, the "Abercrombie & Fitch" boy. The one who recites poetry to her underneath a moonlit, star-filled sky. There was an opening in the canopy of trees where we could see the brilliant moon. And stars. Hundreds of them. He took my hand. He held it strongly—with commitment. We lay there silently for a long while until he spoke.Fuck curfew. What curfew. Is this even a school? The romance in this book is so incredibly unrealistic. It truly is insta-love. They fall for each other within 10% of the book. The Big L word is said before 33% of the book is through. The hearts go pitter and patter, but true to the art theme in this book, it has to sound good in an artistic manner. I was dying inside. Brain exploding like a Pollock. Heart melting like one of Dalí’s clocks.Malcolm is completely unrealistic. he is too perfect to be true. He cries. And he cried. He didn’t have that embarrassed look guys usually have when they cry, like the way my dad had struggled against his tears. Malcolm let go, without shame.Repeatedly. Unashamedly. I'm not saying that men can't cry, I'm saying that Malcolm's image in this book is too romanticized, too idealistic to be realistic. Malcolm talks to his dead lover's ghost. He speaks words right out of the scripts of a chick-flick romance. “You know what I wish?” he asked.The romance is completely, utterly ludicrous. As is the entirety of this book. ...more |
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Actual rating: 2.5 “A story? You are recording your horrors?”Actual rating: 2.5 “A story? You are recording your horrors?”There is nothing bad about this book, but fans of The Madman's Daughter series will find that this series pales in comparison. It is so, so predictable. This book has a beautiful atmosphere, it has an enjoyable main character and narrator. However, the pacing is slow, the plot is easily foreseeable by anyone not mentally deficient, and there was not enough horror to hold my interest. The mysteries, the "hints," the murders...all fell flat. The mystery feels incomplete. This book also takes a considerable amount of liberties with Edgar Allan Poe. Poe Purists will not enjoy this book. This is going to be a very brief review (for me, that is), because there's just not much I can say about this book. I just don't have a whole lot of complaints or praises for this book. It doesn't hurt, but neither is it great. I made a reference to The Madman's Daughter and I meant it. That book is superior to this one in every way. You will find more horror in that book, you will find a better mystery, you will find a character who is not so dishwater-pale. This book is not terrible, but it is just washed out in comparison. The Summary: It seems the stories I have been told were untrue. The streets of America are not paved with gold but with uneven stones.Annabel Lenore Lee has newly arrived in Philadelphia. It is 1826. Annabel has spent the past 10 years living with her beloved mother (now deceased) in Siam (present-day Thailand). Compared to beautiful, colorful, vibrant, sunny Siam, dank, dark, gloomy Philadelphia could not be more different. Her home is beautiful, grand, a majestic mansion. A sense of unease fills my stomach as I stare up at what is to be my new home.But it's all the less welcoming for it. Life in a new country takes getting used to. From knowing "her place" as the young mistress of a house...apparentlyy, a young lady is not expected to help out around the house---as compared to Siam, where there are no class lines among the villagers and missionaries. I hurry out of bed and reach for the bucket. “Let me help you with that.”To dressing, to behaving like a young lady in a culture so completely foreign to her. “Practice makes perfect. It shall certainly take time to prove this with someone of your limited background.”Frankly, life in America sucks. She is a disgrace. Her father is disappointed in her. Annabel is unwanted, a disappointment. A disgrace. Father takes another step closer. Deep lines mark his face. He looks almost as old as Grandpere. “She bowed like a man, for God’s sake. Her manners are sorely lacking, and until they have been improved, I shall not encourage her.”The only bright spot in her life are her beloved grandfather...and a young man. Allan Poe. All is not well in Philadelphia. The headlines of the newspaper scream of murder, death, dismemberment. MURDER AT RITTENHOUSE SQUARE.The streets of Philadelphia aren't the only place that holds secrets and danger. There are mysterious figures walking her gardens at night. There is a strange, nervous, twitchy young man newly hired to watch over the grounds of the mansion. There are hidden rooms in Annabel's new home. Rooms that she should not explore. Every muscle in my body has tightened and my hand shakes when I place it upon the doorknob. I take a deep breath and try to steady my nerves, and just as I am about to turn the knob—And then there's the kindly Allan's cousin. One who terrifies her. One who holds suspicion. “Allan’s always a gentleman, that one,” Cook replies.There are many secrets and mysteries within her house, surrounding her friends, and a man she is coming to love. Annabel must confront these mysteries, as well as come to face with the darkness that may be within her. I did it because I thoughtThe Setting: There is a dark Gothic feel about this book, and it is quite atmospheric. It is to be expected, since the basis of this book is Edgar Allan Poe, after all. All I can make out is a large structure of pale stones, tall doors, and rows of windows gleaming like sharp teeth against the night.There are a ton of rains and thunderstorms, and dreary weather in general. It doesn't hold a candle to the beautiful gaslamp-lit setting in The Madman's Daughter. There are a few grisly scenes in a book, some involving the dissection of an animal. Again, there is no comparison. I was only mildly intrigued. I was never disgusted by any of the very minute gore in this book, and I longed for more blood, more horror. I never got it. The Characters: Bland. All of them. Including Edgar & Allan Poe, which is simply unforgivable. Allan Poe is more romantic lover and brooding poet than a wildly exciting hero...which is rather appropriate to the actual person, I suppose. We see Allan as he struggles to put down his words, to write his story. His attention returns to me. “Have you ever felt a story was inside you, but you could not do it justice? It’s as if there were something standing in your way, blocking you from being able to write the story, and only this other piece of you could understand whatever it was?”As for Annabel, I just don't have much to say. She is likeable, but she is so bland that I feel she has no personality at all. I like her; if we were to meet in the streets as strangers, she is the sort at which I would nod a polite hello, but I would completely forget her by the next street. Annabel is a really nice person. She is truly, genuinely nice. She is smart. She is an aspiring surgeon, which displeases her father to no ends. Annabel truly wants to please her father. She is a people-pleaser, and it upsets her so much that she keeps continuing to be a disappointment. I am saddened that I have already offended Father with my rough manners and poorly chosen gift.She has knowledge of medicinal herbs, and she constantly makes references to Siam, which is appropriate, but I felt like it disrupted the flow of the book quite a bit. Not to mention the discrepancies in the references to Siam. They don't have kimonos in Thailand. Wrong country. The Romance: There is no insta-love, but there is a fair amount of romance. I did not mind the romance. I did not mind that her heart beats quickly at the thought of Allan. It is appropriate for the time, it is expected of a sheltered young woman, with few friends, who seeks the kindness and love and acceptance that she does not receive from her own father. The romance is predictable, and unremarkable, like everything in this book. Quotes taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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| "...it’s the name of the most evil Black Witch there has ever been.” "...it’s the name of the most evil Black Witch there has ever been.”Oh, hi, Voldemort! This book is Snape: The Teenage Years. Only without much magic. WHERE'S MY MOTHERFUCKING MAGIC? Is it too much to ask for magic in a book about WITCHES?! If I'm going to read Dracula, I want some fucking vampires, and I want them to suck the bloody hell out of some humans. If I'm going to read about witches, I want some fucking hocus pocus shit, ok? This is basically the story of Harry Potter's Severus Snape, if Voldemort had been his daddy. He's also got a Lily to comfort him and some Marauders-wannabes beating him up. If you are a Harry Potter fan, you will find the setting in this world quite familiar, which is good, because the setting in this book is very poorly built. This book has excellent character development, a sympathetic main character (OH COME ON, WHO DOESN'T LOVE SNAPE?!), but almost no magic at all for a book with witches. The plot is vague, the setting is unclear, it's well-written for a character insight, but that's the limit of this book. The plot is long-winded, and there's not much of it. There are a lot of beatings, a lot of torture, a lot of discrimination and hate, a lot of angst, and not a whole lot of story or world-building. The book was just all over the fucking place. Let's get the elephant in the room out of the way: there are a lot of similarities to Harry Potter in this book, but there is no comparison with the original series. In this book, we have a corrupt Council (HP's Ministry of Magic), we have Hunters (Aurors), we have the Pure (Purebloods), a term for non-magical humans, Fain (Muggles), and for god's sakes, we have a Cobalt Alley... The beginning of this book is confusing as fuck. This was literally my reaction for the first 10% of the book: [image] Hang in there. It gets better. The Summary: Some people have the worst fucking luck in the world. Meet Nathan Byrn. He is Half-Black. No, it doesn't mean he's got African ancestry, it means that he is half Black Witch. His father is a notorious Black Witch, a murderer of hundreds. A name reviled by the White Witch community. As his son, Nathan is despised. Nobody loves him but (most of) his immediate family. Not his mother, because his mother is dead. Dead because of him. “She’s dead because of you.”His oldest sister reviles him. His other siblings and Gran love him and try to protect him, but they can only do so much against a world that is inclined to discriminate against those with Half Black blood. This is not a happy book. Throughout the book, we see how the world turns against Nathan. From his own sister, who constantly tries to intimidate him, to the bullies at school, who pound him into the ground. Niall catches me on the side of the head with the brick and Connor is clinging on to me.Pain and misery and torture. That is the extent of Nathan's life. It never stops. He puts the point back into my left shoulder blade and I clench my jaw and scream while he makes another cut.Even his mentor is more prisoner than friend. The routine is the same as ever. And so is the cage. And so are the shackles. The choker is still on, loose but there. If I try to leave, I’ll die, no doubt about it.It never seems to end. I scream and curse him and move my finger as much as I can but the ring tightens and the needle goes into me again.That's pretty much the entire book. There is a lot of torture, a lot of pain, and some very vague plans to find his daddy. He-Who-Must-Be-Named. Actually, his name is Marcus. So I must go to him.The Setting: Vague as fuck. There is just no background. It is a contemporary English setting, without much of the setting at all. I wouldn't have known besides the fact that they watch "the telly." The existence of witches doesn't really make any impression, because the book acts like "oh, everyone knows it, there's no need for any sort of information whatsoever." So BOOM. No setting. We know there's a vague...Council. We know that there are Hunters. Hunters are the elite group of White Witches employed by the Council to hunt down Black Witches in Britain. Gran says they are employed by other Councils in Europe more and more as there are so few Blacks left in Britain. Hunters are mainly women, but include a few talented male witches. They are all ruthless and efficient.And as you can tell from that passage, the world building is terribly trite and mundane; there's no evocative writing here. I'm glad that I read Harry Potter first, because the world setting is very similar, in that magic is apparently an inherited trait, delivered by blood on a Witch's 17th birthday. There is: 1. Almost no magic at all within the book 2. No history, no background 3. An unclear reason as to why the fuck Black witches are so bad. If someone were to tell you "Oh, XXX is a terrible person," you wouldn't just buy their words for it. You'd want to know why the fuck that is. There's not much of an explanation for why Black Witches are so reviled in this book. We know that Marcus, the most evil one, kills and steals magic. Do they all do that? The Black Witches in this book are the Boogeyman. They're just a vague presence in the background to scare children. That's it. The Plot: There is not much of a plot here. We see Nathan from up, from a child, to a 17-year old. He gets tortured. He runs away. That's it. There is no huge, compelling, overwhelming plot, and the main clue that we were given turned out to be a red herring because the book didn't turn out at all the way I expected it to go ased on the hints. Nathan: I felt incredibly bad for the main character of the book. This truly is Severus Snape, the teenaged years. Everyone hates him. He is small, puny, and unlike Snape, Nathan is dumb as fuck. In secondary school, he is barely literate. Here's a sample of his writing: i hava bordr and sisser my bordrs ArranHe gets bullied. He gets beaten. Thankfully, he has a Lily (named Annalise) to befriend him. A beautiful, clever, kind girl. Annalise has long blonde hair that glistens like melted white chocolate over her shoulders. She has blue eyes and long pale eyelashes. She smiles a lot, revealing her straight, white teeth. Her hands are impossibly clean, her skin is the color of honey, and her fingernails gleam.Annalise is a Pure blood, in the HP Universe, we would call her a Slytherin. A kind Slytherin. I hold out my picture. “What do you think? Now it’s finished.”Nathan is so lonely. His other siblings, Deborah, and Arran, love him, but that's not enough when he knows that the entire Witch world hates him for his father's blood. Nathan constantly dreams of his father. Wild, impossible dreams that give him hope. It is a secret story that I tell myself when I’m in bed at night. My father is not evil at all; he is powerful and strong. And he cares about me . . . he loves me. And he wants to bring me up as his true son, to teach me about witchcraft, to show me the world. But he is constantly persecuted by White Witches who give him no opportunity to explain. But he is waiting for the right time to come for me and take me away with him.Nathan is so hideously persecuted. Nobody wants him. Nobody believes him. Of course I know. I know that even if I don’t fight, even if I avoid Annalise, even if I get on my knees and lick Niall’s and Connor’s boots, it will make no difference; they will do what they like and say what they like, and what they say will be believed.He is unsure about his nature: White or Black. But it's all up to his personal choice: "You aren’t evil, Nathan. Nothing about you is evil. You will have a powerful Gift—we can all see that—but it’s how you use it that will show you to be good or bad."Recommended with reservations. ...more |
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DNF @ 20% To give you an impression of how much I hated this book, I will read the Halo trilogy in its entirety several times over rather than finish t DNF @ 20% To give you an impression of how much I hated this book, I will read the Halo trilogy in its entirety several times over rather than finish this. There was nothing good about this book, and there is so much that is bad that I can write an entire fucking rant review based on the little that I've read. To sum it up (details further down): 1. The writing is atrocious 2. It has every romantic trope in the book 3. The main character is fucking dumb and judgmental 4. The angels are fucking dumb 5. The demons are fucking dumb The Summary: This class is way over my head. Half an hour of this and I swear my notes were penned by a retarded monkey who is just as confused as I am.Sophia St. James has delusions of going to Stanford one day. She's not only stupid, she's judgmental, offensive, and can't keep her fucking mouth shut. “What kind of obtuse podunk outfit is this anyway? Supersized, narcissistic Rent-a-Cop!” I sit back and realize the cop has returned to my window. Aw crap.Sophia has just moved from California to Connecticut, where they speak with weird accents, and words like "asshole" is pronounced "eh-hole." His voice is rich with a funny eastern accent, which under lighter circumstances I would find amusing.Hint: Eastern people don't really have accents. Newly arrived in Connecticut, she not only gets into trouble with the law, but she witnesses a strange guy hovering over a scene of a car accident. Cue insta-love. Sophia feels a "second heartbeat." His head is now turning slowly, methodically, and he is looking at me as though I’m one of the Seven Wonders of the World.He looks at HER with concern! His concern for me is palpable, like a hand caressing my cheek.She looks at HIM with concern! He could feel her concern for him radiating like a lighthouse.He vanishes! It turns out that Mysterious Boy is Michael, named after the Archangel. He's only a Guardian Angel himself; he lives with his "brothers," Raphael, and Gabriel. They're all extraordinarily handsome, and they are so well-disguised (not). Way to stay the fuck under the radar. He is incapable of love! He shouldn't love! It is beyond his capacity for a heavenly being...but Michael can't help it! For the first time...he feels...EMOTIONS for the sexy Sophia. No, not just hot but sexy as hell and— Wait, what?But Michael is not alone in his desire for Seductive Sophia. There is a Demon Knight in Hell, and he wants her, too. Specifically, her soul, because why? He had been tracking his lost lover’s soul and found it in Sophia.So Dante has to go to HUGE GREAT DESPERATE STEPS in order to come back to Earth and win over her soul. He's not alone, his cohorts, Vaughn, Santiago and Wolfgangare coming with him to Earth. THEY MUST GET SOPHIA'S SOUL. But first, they have to worry about what to wear. Vaughn, well... So his wardrobe was chosen with care: black jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt buttoned at the throat. And for good measure, he wore a long black duster, a favorite from the old days.Santiago's a little more down-to-earth. So to speak. He opted for black skinny jeans with multicolored Converse high tops and a black T-shirt that said, I DIED FOR AN IRON MAIDEN.Wolfgang... He wore black jeans rolled at the cuffs, black combat boots, and a tight black T-shirt over his beefy chest. His hair had been cut shoulder length and gathered at the back of his head with a leather, noose-like strap.Finally, Dante! He's got to look sharp for his long-lost lover. Dante changed clothes three times before settling on black designer jeans and a charcoal mock turtleneck. After all, this was a special occasion. He should look nice and sophisticated but not like he was trying too hard.*chokes with laughter* AND FINALLY, NOW THAT THEY'RE ALL DRESSED, THEY CAN FINALLY LEAVE FOR THEIR MISSION. “Now we go to America!” Dante announced the command he had been waiting years to say.Or not. Now do you see why I'm DNFing this book? The Writing: He seems disjointed from the others like a curious bystander.Teeeeeeeeeeerrible. Littered with some mind-blogging metaphors... - "Controlling Wolfgang’s demon was impossible, like taming a lion with a wet noodle." - "That’s when it hits: a painful explosion in my chest like I had dynamite for dinner and it’s just now digesting." - "I can already imagine my evening camped out on the couch, an array of books scattered about like a litter of teething puppies." - The scar in my eyebrow? A sleeping caterpillar. I’ve checked it continuously for two weeks hoping one day it will turn butterfly and flit away. Factual errors: Eastern accents are barely detectable, if at all. Los Angeles High school does not have a junior class size of 250. Try twice that. A person who can't breathe does not actually turn blue. They only have a blueish tinge to their face. He was blue!”Spelling errors: Coco Chanel is the name of the woman who started the brand, it's not the brand itself. Furthermore, it's spelled Chanel, not Channel. A psychiatric ward is shortened to a "psych ward," not a "psyche ward". Terrible dialogues: From outrageously absurd characters: - “She’s their cousin. Hashtag—most fun person in the world!" - "What’s up, teacup?" - “Holy horndogs, Batman. I got Jordan. I’ll be sure to Brinks secure my thong.” Sophia: The main character is fucking dumb. She wants to go to Stanford when she goes to college. I'm sorry to tell her she doesn't have a special snowflake's chance in the deepest pits of hell. She is a pastor's daughter who doesn't see the significance between all the supernatural shit she's been seeing and the fact that there are three angelically beautiful young brothers in her town with the names of Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael. She cries at the drop of a hat. She is nasty, mentally calling people names, like a "Rent-a-Cop" with a "McBelly." She was abused by an ex-boyfriend. It doesn't feel real, and I am the first person in the world to hop onto the victim-defending wagon. Her abuse feels superficial. The mental scars do not feel real. She only brings it up from time to time when she remembers it. There was no point to the inclusion of the abuse, and I found it offensive to victims of true abuse. The Angels: Fucking dumb. Heaven can't see fit to give them a collective brain, much less three. They are so well-hidden that they can't think to disguise themselves under any other names but the three most famous motherfucking Angels in the Bible. Way to stay under the motherfucking radar. They can't hide how gloriously handsome they are? They're so fucking stupid that they can't save a guy who's choking on a piece of food. I look and see Casey James laughing at his own joke. A moment later he stops, and his mouth opens and closes like a fish. His eyes gradually bulge in panic. Before I can think the words, He’s choking, Michael is there, wrapping his arms around Casey’s waist and hauling him out of the chair.Three motherfucking Guardian Angels can't save a guy who's choking. What the fuck kind of incompetency is this? Casey James died. And the motherfucking angels are so fucking good at staying under the motherfucking radar that they bring the dead guy back to life in front of the entire fucking school. “But he was dead!” I whisper. “And Raph didn’t do CPR!” We stop at my locker and I throw my books inside.The Romance: It has every romantic trope in the book, including a love triangle between a Guardian Angel and a Demon Knight. There is insta-love between the MC and the Angel. There is a hint of reincarnated soul mates between the MC and the Demon. And I'm just done with this. ...more |
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| “What are you?” he whispered into her strawberry-scented curls. Damn. He breathed in deeply. He could inhale that smell all night. His body reacted “What are you?” he whispered into her strawberry-scented curls. Damn. He breathed in deeply. He could inhale that smell all night. His body reacted to it like cats to catnip.E...E...Edward?! Is that you?! Ladies and some gentlemen, I'm sorry to tell you that your boyfriend, husband, significant other, is mediocre. [image] No matter who they are, no matter what they do, they will never, ever live up to the perfect paragon of that is Dillan Sloan. Or as we call him in this book: "Mr. Rock-Star-National-Geographic"Let me ask you, is your man model material? “It seems young Dillan has also been part of several, and I mean several, ad campaigns for designers like Calvin Klein and Armani, to name two."Is he so good that---fuck auditions---Hollywood begs for him? "He was once approached to star in a movie."Has your man ever dated starlets? "He’s even rumored to have dated every young Hollywood starlet and emerging singer you can name."Has your man ever been dated Taylor Swift or been the inspiration for her songs? "You know that Taylor Swift song—”Are your man's parents famous archeologists who discovered Atlantis? “Dillan’s also the son of the legendary duo of archeologists: Dr. Jarvis Sloan and Dr. Lillian Sloan.”Has your man ever discovered a lost civilization? “As I was saying,” she continued. “Rumor has it Dillan was responsible for unearthing a lost civilization in the Amazon.”Does your man sit in a beam of sunlight while reciting Frost's poetry... “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” He sighed like he tasted the meaning behind the words....to a cat? The cat on his lap purred. “You like Frost, huh?” He glanced at the contented feline. “I know. The man can rhyme.”Let's not lie. Your man probably never notices that you got a haircut, right? Not Dillan. Dillan would never miss anything about your appearance. Why, it's like he's practically a girl in his obscenely detailed observational skills! ...her nose scrunched up and the tops of her cheeks tinted pink. She clutched the handle of the feather duster so hard its feathers quivered. Her lips contorted.If you had colored eyes, your man would probably say your eyes are simply...blue. Not Dillan. Never Dillan. Eyes are not simply blue. They're aquamarine. Aqua eyes that look into his soul. Those unique aquamarine eyes he could stare into all day. They reflected her heart and soul. And her blushes that stopped his heart every time.[image] Ye gods, I've never met a man so poetic. You could almost say that Dillan is a woman at heart. No worries, he may be perfect, but Dillan is a huge fucking twat who belittles the girl he loves every chance he gets. It's ok, though. It's just his way of dealing with a harsh life. He shifted moods from zero to sixty in less than three seconds. I was beginning to see that he said mean and snarky things as a defense mechanism.Yes, "It's just my defense mechanism," the magic phrase of every fucking douchebag who ever lived. And hey, it works. Thank god for dumb YA heroines. The Summary: There are three sets of missing/dead parents within this book. Dillan is a mysterious Arbiter in a secret organization known as the Illumenari. We don't know who the fuck the Illumenari is for half of the book. We don't know what the fuck they do. We don't know how the fuck their powers work. I really wanted some info-dumping in this book. Dillan has done Something Mysteriously Wrong; as punishment, he was demoted from his role as Arbiter (again, what the fuck is an Arbiter?), and sent off to Nowhere, Wyoming, to live with his Legacy (what the fuck is a Legacy?) uncle, handsome high school teacher Rainer Sloan. The faux-hawk-sporting Dillan catches the eyes of all the girls in school. An entire succubus population in one school? They made him feel like fresh meat ready for the taking.Every single girl--and cougar---wants to bang him. “I’d like a piece of him,” he heard the woman say. He tried not to cringe. Or run. Cougars were known to give chase.Every girl loves him, that is---everyone but Selena Fallon. From the moment they meet, sparks fly. Literally. The second we touched, a spark zinged up my arm.And they keep flying. The sparks never stop. Electric currents rush through the air. Despite the electricity between them, and despite their overwhelming internal attraction to one another, Dillan and Serena fight like cats and dogs. The first half of the book is composed of nothing but teenaged drama, troublesome ex-boyfriends, and Dillan and Serena going at each other. He smirked. “What happened to compromise? You know the meaning of that word, don’t you? Or should I get a dictionary?”And then for some fucking reason, within 30 minutes of that happening, they just kind of fell into each other's arms. His arms tightened around me. I sighed at his body heat against mine. It felt like a blanket on a rainy day—comforting and safe. Nothing like the arrogant Dillan I knew.Well, that escalated quickly. I have to give this book credit: it's pretty imaginative on getting a girl to suck out a guy without making it purely sexual by nature. “I need to suck out the poison.”Nothing happens in this book but a few half-hearted moments of frights and a fight or two. There is no plot. The plot is the romance. The Writing: The utter menace in Garret’s expression made him look like a man who knew people who specialized in making annoyances disappear, no questions asked.Well, alrighty then. The writing is not as atrocious as some books I've read, but it's plenty fucking bad. The book is littered with errors, "you're" instead of "your," "the its," there are a few misspellings. The writing itself is...baffling. We have weird similes: "my anger, confusion, and anxiety clung like a cotton shirt on a muggy day," "it grated on my nerves like squeaky sneakers," "...staring at me like I was a crystal swan about to shatter." And very odd sentences: "His face said shocked while his eyes mocked." "Her voice was so loud birds flew out of their perches." The Setting: This book sells itself as a paranormal with undeads and a girl with visions. It's not. It's a fucking mess. For the first 50% of the book, random shit terms are thrown at us. Illumenari. Legacy. Arbiter. Maestro. It means jack shit because nobody bothered to explain to us anything about what the actual FUCK those terms mean. There's just random-ass shit dog-killings and a hellhound and for some fucking reason---zombies! And when we finally get an explanation? “Il-lu-me-na-ri. My family...we protect people. Simply, we are what stand between you and chaos. Humans aren’t the only race in this world. Many of those we protect you from still consider you as food. In the Illumenari we call them Supernaturals. Basically everything that goes bump in the night."...and that's it. THAT'S IT? Generic much?! Basically we have a secret society protecting us from the things that go bump in the night. There is nothing beyond that. There is absolutely no world building. Oh, let's just throw a fucking lion-headed Manticore in this book because WHY THE FUCK NOT? Serena is supposed to have visions. She barely has any. Her abilities are vague as fuck. She doesn't have visions. She has nightmares. That's all. We don't know how they come true, except that she says they do. It is all telling, no showing. The paranormal elements of this book are fucking weak. Serena the Loved: Mary Sue to the extreme. Everyone loves her. From her doting grandparents (because naturally her parents are dead), to her adoring best friend, to her OTHER adoring best gay guy friend, Kyle. Don't worry about Kyle. Kyle is just gay because the book needed a gay character. There's nothing to him beyond that. He adores Serena like everyone else. Kyle's guardians adore her. They call her "sweet," both the handsome husband and the beautiful wife. Her ex-boyfriend, the handsome golden jock that all the girls want, still loves her and wants her back. "He was a love sick puppy with nothing but you on his mind. It was sickening to hear him talk about you all the time. Just ask any of his teammates."Dillan can't stop thinking about her. He only acts like an asshole because he likes her. She baffled the hell out of him. Selena Fallon. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. About the electricity their contact created.And make no mistake. Serena the Beautiful: Serena, naturally, thinks she is ugly. I was gangly and awkward—coppery curls that broke brushes, a complexion like I’d never heard of the sun, and long limbs meant for banging into things.While everyone else knows she is beautiful. She wrinkled her nose. “The freckles are still there.”Serena the Stupid: So many times, Serena finds herself in a dangerous situation in which her instincts tell her to just fucking RUN AWAY. She doesn't listen. Another thump.She seriously is fucking dumb. Do you know what happens to cowards who run away? They live. Serena? No, better to fight off a mob of zombies on her own. With a stick. What could be going on in that brain of hers to challenge a group of undead with a stick?[image] Fucking dumb-ass piece of shit. Dillan: He's not just a paragon, he's a douchebag. Which makes him as fucking clichéd as all hell. He is childish. He looks down on everyone and everything. He loses his temper every 5 seconds. Dillan is 17, he thinks he is too cool for school. He whines and grumbles his way through class and class projects. He belittles his very powerful uncle, and constantly calls him derogatory names and pushes his buttons even if his uncle can--and does--hurt him. “Rainer!” He moved further into the house, not having the patience for his uncle’s mind games. “You dick, I know you’re home.”He thinks school is an insult to his intelligence, to which I respond: what intelligence? Dillon spends his days at school playing cat-and-mouse with Serena, stalking her, calling her names. The girl doesn't do anything, and all of a sudden he appears and taunts her. “You’re trouble, and I don’t do trouble.” He opened the book again and continued reading like I’d been dismissed. Well, his highness had another thing coming.Their love/hate relationship makes up half the book, only to be replaced by lovesick mooning and embraces in the second half. Dillan is not a boy. He is a pretend boy as a 16-year old girl would like him to be. He is so completely effeminate in his thoughts. What kind of fucking boy would daydream and wax poetic about copper curls for the entire fucking book? “What?” Her words didn’t sink in fast enough. He was too distracted by the way the setting sun brought out golden highlights in her copper curls.The Romance: It's pretty much the entire fucking book, in case I haven't made myself clear. And if that's not enough, there's hypocrisy. Apparently, when another girl falls for Dillan, it's a trap. I whispered my disappointment at how Constance let herself fall into Dillan’s trap.But it's just totally fucking fine for Serena to fall in love with him. Fucking wonderful. ...more |
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| “Do you see how you’ll lose?” he continued, his voice seething. “And I will win.” “Do you see how you’ll lose?” he continued, his voice seething. “And I will win.”Oh, Christ. Save us from deus ex fucking machina. This is not a bad book at all. It had its very creepy moments, and I enjoyed it for an entertaining read. It just didn't deliver what I wanted from the book. There were inconsistencies in the writing that made the book sound too modern. There was absolutely no relationship development. I wanted a kick-ass character; the main character in this book is more prone to shivering and letting a man help her out than in saving her own ass. I wanted a strong heroine, but the main character in this book, more often than not, was completely out of her depths and almost completely fucking useless 90% of the time. And there's the racism. Yes, I read the book's disclaimer that racism is a necessary byproduct of this era. I understand that, my point is besides that. I'm Asian. If a guy I like called me a Chink to my face, and then proceeds to nickname me "Ricey" for the rest of our time together, our relationship probably isn't going to last very long. Probably as long as it takes for my fist to reach his face. And yet that's exactly what happens in this book, that's what happens in this excuse of a romance (and it is more romance than horror) and I don't find it acceptable at all. First off: The racism The summary of this book says that racism is a product of the time period (1850s America), it's common. I get it. Racism is alive and well and it was even more persistent in 19th century America. It doesn't mean the victim has to accept racism; it doesn't mean they like it. But here's the thing, if you are the one being discriminated against, are you just going to lie down and take it? Are you going to love someone who thinks of you as inferior? Are you going to love someone who is going to mock your race? Fuck no. Have some fucking self-respect. If you are a person of color in that era, you can and probably will encounter racism. You're going to have to tolerate it. You're going to have to grit your teeth through it, but you are most definitely not going to fucking like it. And yet this is what happens in this book. The main love interest in this book is a white man named Jake. The main character in this book is a half-breed Native American girl named Eve. From the beginning, they clash. He is racist and sexist. “Injun girl don’t speak English?”He has a terrible view of Native Americans. He calls them---and her, "savages." “Savages,” Jake snarled, holding up the hand and inspecting it while Avery and Tim were now trying to hold him down. He eyed me with hate. “Your kind of savages.”Jake gives Eve a nickname, "Pine Nut." Which would be cute if the basis for that nickname did not come from a derogatory view of Native Americans. It's the equivalent of nicknaming a Korean person "Kimchi," a Mexican person "Taco." It ain't cute. Jake is of the racist belief that Native Americans eat pine nuts for dinner. Jake raised his hand in a greeting, though his other one was now resting on his revolver at his hip. “Can you speak to them? They look like they eat pine nuts just like you.”He proceeds to nickname her Pine Nut for the rest of the book. “Picking anything up, Pine Nut?”And Eve is ok with it. She never tells him to stop. She never confronts him on it. She puts up with it. I'm not ok with that. It diminishes their relationship (what there was of it) furthermore to have the element of racism in the way, unresolved. The Story: The story of the Donner party is pretty famous in the United States. For those living outside the US, this is what happened. In the 19th century, people living in the East often traveled out to the Western US to start a new life, to find their fortune. It was a dangerous journey, with inclement weather, and many dangers along the way. One of such dangers is the mountains. In 1847, the Donner party got stuck in the California mountains over the winter. Most of the Donner party didn't make it through the long, perilous winter. Those who did survived on cannibalism. This story follows that event. It is 1851, somewhere in present-day Nevada. Eve is an 18-year old half-breed Native American girl. She is fairly tough, she is knowledgeable about the environment, but she is not skilled as a tracker, by any means. A group of men arrives in her town, demanding her help, thinking she is a tracker who can help them locate the rest of the Donner party, long gone these past 4 years. Her uncle is greedy for money, and makes Eve go with them. Accompanying Eve from her hometown is another woman, and a childhood friend for whom she has long held an unrequited love. They encounter no shortage of hardships in the mountains. Not just the weather, the snow, the blizzards that keep them stuck for days. There are people---less human than things lurking about in the dark. I was hit with the intense aroma of rotting flesh, carried on a hot burst of air.Soon, it is made abundantly clear that these creatures are not a figment of the imagination. They are real, and they have a taste for human flesh. There were over a dozen monsters standing outside the cabin, staggered about, all of them facing us with expressions of hunger and mindless hate. Their mouths were open, drooling, with grey tongues lolling around beside black gums.Eve's Incompetence: She is more innocent, naive 18-year old girl in way over her head than the strong heroine that I wanted. A tracker is one who knows nature, who knows the lay of the land, who is experienced at finding a trail and following it through. Eve is not a tracker. Jake has is doubts about her being a tracker, and he is absolutely correct. “Is it?” He took a step closer to me. “Are you capable? If you ask me, I think inviting you along was the worst idea Isaac ever had, and the whole thing about you being a great tracker is a load of horseshit.”Ok, so she's not a tracker. Neither is she a guide. “Damn it, Tim, what’s the use in having a mountain guide if she can’t even talk to the locals?”So therefore, Eve is pretty much fucking useless. She was forced by her uncle to go with the men. She didn't have to go with them, she could have told her "Sorry, I'm not who you're looking for, because I am completely inexperienced." Instead, we have a book on Eve's incompetency. She fucks up a lot. She barely knows what she's doing. Many times I led everyone to a cliff face or an impassable river before we had to double back and find the way again. I knew they were getting impatient with me but I was trying my very best.Trying is not good enough, not when you are stuck within the mountains, freezing your ass off from blizzards. This is where the Donner party died during the winter, 4 years ago. Their party could easily die here, too. They need competence. Eve is not. Eve's Weakness: Eve jumps out of her skin whenever someone whispers loudly at her. She is such a weak, fluttery character.She "gasped," she "stammered," whenever someone uses profanity, she "gasped at his language" and "flinched," whenever a guy smells good, she "made a sound like a squeak," she can barely respond, she "blinked dumbly," she "gestured helplessly", she "widened her eyes." Hardly the strong heroine I wanted. Deus ex fucking machina: Eve can't save herself; she needs a big, strong man to help her. It seems like every time she is in a corner, Jake is there to save her ass. Jake rounded the corner, his revolver aimed straight at Hank, his dark eyes staring him down the barrel.Improbably, Jake is always there, even when he's not supposed to be. I quickly twisted around to see Trouble thundering toward me with Jake astride him, rifle pointing right at the creature’s mangled face.Every. Jake’s eyes flared and he quickly twisted at the waist, barely lining up his sight, and pulled the trigger.Single. It was going to eat me alive.Time. Jake. Jake. JAAAAAAAKE! HEEEEEEELP! I screamed for Jake as the knife came down again.The Inconsistencies: There were things that just didn't make sense in this book, like the inclusion of a woman in the search party. A very, very religious woman, a more or less helpless one. Why the fuck would she agree to go with this party of unknown stranger---men, into the mountains? Donna is devout, she is traditional, it makes no fucking sense at all. The characters don't behave like I would if I were to encounter canniballistic things in the depths of the mountains. I would be freaking the fuck out, questioning what the FUCK are these things, what in the name of hell is going on here? [Removed] was lying in the snow in a pool of his own blood, his heart having been ripped out and eaten by the same creature, man, monster that Jake just decapitated, while [Removed] was unconscious in Tim’s arms having lost her whole damn hand to another one of the monstrosities.These people? Oh, living dead? Just business as usual. Wut? There were figures of speech that were largely out of place. For example, "My heart skipped a beat. I blamed it on waning adrenaline." I don't think a girl in the 1850s wilderness would know about adrenaline. Neither would she know about a time bomb or testosterone: "a mounted time bomb of testosterone." I don't think soldiers in the 1850s would know about calories nor refer to them in casual conversation: " “Pine nuts are high in calories. It’ll get ’em through this if we can’t find grass.” The Romance: There was just an overwhelming amount of it in this book, with no development whatsoever. We go from Jake calling Eve a savage Injun to saving her ass and making guilty lovey-dovey eyes at her. And his reason for being an asshole is pretty fucking dumb. For one thing, he hated her because he couldn't have her. “When I first saw you,” he said, “I hated you. I hated you, Eve, because I reckoned you were the prettiest damn woman I had ever seen and there was no way you could ever be mine."And the other "reason," he has for hating "Injuns" is pretty fucking dumb and reinforces all the stupid stereotypes of savage, murderous Natives raping and pillaging the Wild, Wild West. It's clichéd, it's hateful, it's racist, and I don't like it. ...more |
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| “A boy.” “A boy.”If you love completely passive main characters with no interest other than a boy, this is the book for you. If you think Luce from the Fallen series and Bella from Twilight were such fantastically inspiring heroines, this book is for you. The main female character in this book makes Bella Swan seem like an sword-wielding, ass-kicking ninja girl. She sits. She walks. She ponders the meaning of life (but not really, she just thinks about her luuuuurve). And that's pretty much it. She has no motivation, no desire to get anything done but to be with the boy of her dreams. This is the story about the most feminine boy in the world, the epitome of desexualized romantic ideal, so pure and heartachingly romantic that it feels about as real as the poster of Nick Carter on my 13-year old self's wall. [image] Not this poster. Still funny. Colin is a paragon, an achingly romantic boy who will go to desperate lengths to get *bleeped* by the girl of his dreams. Who happens to be a ghost. A ghost with color-changing hair. He waves a hand, blindly indicating the area around her head. “Your hair is blond, and Jay says it’s brown. And your eyes? Oh God. What is going on?”What's going on, indeed! You know how in all those YA books, we readers complain about the heroine's different, special, unusual eyes that are purple, green, gold, amber, etc? Well, wait til you meet Lucy. I still have no idea what color her eyes are. Are they gray or brown? “Different? Aren’t they, like, brown or something?”Wait, no. They're green-brown. Her eyes are murky green-brown.Wait, no. They're violet, flecked with red. Wait, what the heck?! Her eyes are this rich, grinding violet, flecked with metallic redWait, no, crap! They're blue! Her eyes changed colors as he watched, from deep gray to an aching, honest blue.DAMMIT. NEVER MIND. Her eyes are yellow. Her eyes morph from dark to pale yellow in the light of the bright, full moon.NEVER MIND. They're greenish silver. He watches her eyes shift from green to silver in the light.I take that back. They're auburn? What?! Auburn?! Isn't that a hair color?! Her eyes open, and hunger and joy swirl green and auburn insideGosh darn it, I'm wrong again. Her eyes are indigo. Her eyes are a provocative, sympathetic indigo.ASKHFJDH DAMMIT. I made a mistake. They're brown again. Her eyes have gone metallic brown, swirling.Ok, I got it this time. Her eyes are burgundy. Her eyes darken, mocha swirling into burgundy....You know what? I give up. I just give up. [image] Her eyes are all the shades in that river of puke. This book is YA. I know to expect romance, but as they say, you never expect the Spanish Inquisition. What I was completely unprepared for is the overwhelming amount of insta-love and romance. There is nothing in this book but romance. I had hoped for a scary ghost story with elements of romance, instead, I got a romance in which one of the characters happen to be a ghost. I don't have a problem with romance, I have a problem with insta-love and I have a problem with simplistic, uncomplicated romances. There is zero relationship development, there is no conflict; this is a most blissfully uncomplicated, overwhelmingly unbelievable instance of romance with absolutely no spark, no chemistry, no fire. The Summary: Lucy wakes up alone in the forest. She is disoriented, she has no idea where she is, who she is. It turns out she's at a school, the most horrible school in the world. Saint Osanna's Preparatory School (more on why it's horrible later). She doesn't know what to do, she wanders into school, nobody seems to notice her. But then Lucy notices...him...Colin. Aaaaaaaaaand cue insta-love. Wild, dark curls fall into his eyes, and he flips them away with an unconscious shake of his head. In that moment, her silent heart twists beneath the empty walls of her chest. And she realizes, in the absence of hunger or thirst, discomfort or cold, this is the first physical sensation she’s had since waking under a sky full of falling leaves.Lucy whispers something to him, not knowing why. “I think I’m here for you.”Then disappears. Because that's completely natural. She attends class, nobody seems to notice her except Colin, and sometimes his best friend, Jay. To Jay, Lucy has brown hair, to Colin, Lucy has platinum blonde hair. Hair like moonbeam, like starlight. She looks like a shadow of a girl. A shadow wearing a cap of sunshine.[image]For some reason, nobody finds it strange that a strange new girl is, you know, attending class with them at school. After a long, long time, Lucy comes to the astounding realization that she's could be, you know, a ghost. She’s spent hours since she woke trying to understand what she is. If she’s back where she was killed, then is she a ghost?So she was murdered, but she's still not sure if she's a ghost! Clearly, Lucy isn't the brightest of stars. Which is surprising, since before her death, she was rumored to go to Harvard. Maybe they mean Harvard, a street, somewhere in Podunk. Meanwhile, Colin is obsessed, fascinated. Colin has met this girl ONCE and he cannot get her out of his head. She is all he thinks about. Colin hasn’t seen her in a week, and he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what she said just before she ran out the door.So quickly, astonishingly fast, they fall in love. They can barely touch, because electricity burns through them with every caress. He dreams about kissing her. He wants Lucy to be his girlfriend in every way that matters, including the ways that mean he can touch her. The urge to kiss her is becoming suffocating.She dreams about kissing him. If the simple touch of his lip on her fingertip felt so intense, what would it feel like to actually kiss him? She’s afraid she’d be unable to process so much sensation.Colin and Lucy discover that there is a way they can be together... “I started researching hypothermia, and it takes a long time for the brain to shut down entirely. I mean, in between being cold and being dead, there’s a lot of room.”Will he do it? Will Colin risk his life to feel boobies? His hands find waist, ribs, breasts. They grow wild and impatient, itching to feel every inch.What do you think? [image] The Most Horrible School In The World: Why the FUCK does anyone send their kids to Saint Osanna's? It's the most dangerous school in the world. Kids die there constantly, from suicide, exposure, any sorts of stuff. Stories of a place where students seemed to die at a higher rate than any other boarding school in the country. Colin never understood why it was a surprise that kids died or disappeared more frequently here than other places from things like exposure, pneumonia, and suicide.Ok, parents are protective of their kids. Boarding schools are expensive. Have you heard the news? Whenever something happens at a school, parents go crazy, so why the heck is THIS SCHOOL still in business? Furthermore, one of its former headmasters was a serial killer. Prosecutors allege the 42-year-old former headmaster of Saint Osanna’s boarding school outside of Coeur D’Alene stalked [his victim] for several weeks prior to the murder.Also, nobody seems to notice the fact that a strange girl is attending classes. Lucy’s been lurking around campus for more than two months—minus the ten days of unexpected vanish—and no teacher really bothers to question her presence, let alone her decidedly non-dress-code boots.Lucy is an unobtrusive presence, but people DO notice her. Why the fuck isn't a teacher noticing the fact that a strange girl not on the roll sheet attending their classes. The other students see her. Why does no one bother to talk to her? There were 2000 kids at my high school, even if one new student showed up in my 30-40 student class, you can bet your ass the teacher and the students would notice and say hi. This book's premise is so silly. Lucy: There was never anyone so useless as Lucy. She sits on a bench. Lucy is exactly where Jay said she was, sitting on a bench in front of Ethan Hall.She walks along a lake. “Amanda said they saw her walking down by the lake,”She's sittin' on the dock of the bay. There’s an old dock not far from where the trail ends. Colin isn’t surprised when he sees Lucy sitting at the end of it.She sits and waits. Sits and waits. Sits and waits. She sits by the statue of Saint Osanna the next morning with her arms wrapped around her legs pulled tight to her chest.Lucy doesn't give a crap about why she is here, on earth, as a ghost. She’s here, a ghost in girls’ clothing, haunting this private school. But she doesn’t want to haunt anyone. She wants to be tangible and solid. To sleep in a dorm and eat in the dining hall and flirt. With him. All she wants is to be near him.She doesn't give a crap about how to move on. She doesn't give a fuck about finding her parents. She tells him that she didn’t feel the need to find her parents even though they might still be alive and how that lack of compulsion worries her somehow.All Lucy cares about is being with the boy she loves for no reason at all. Colin: Colin is, like many of his YA compatriots, a Ken doll. He is an asexual ideal, a feminized boy who only exists in the very purest, very cleanest of romantic fantasies. I would say that he has no penis, but he seems to be able to think ONLY with his penis, so there goes that argument. What else would you expect from a boy who is willing to risk death to touch boobies? Colin's thoughts are so idealized, so detailed, that he doesn't feel at all masculine. I'm not saying that a guy can't wax poetic about a girl's looks, but this is just too much. Colin is everything a girl could want, he dreams about Lucy so much, and none of it is realistic. He wants more. He practically aches for her touch. It’s more than hormones. It’s like he’s physically drawn into her space, has to force himself to keep any sort of acceptable distance.Sucked into her presence. Drawn in by her aura. Please. He cannot stop thinking in excruciating details about her appearance. Her smile. Her eyes. Her dimple makes him think of giggled pleas, mischievous promises, and the taste of sugar on his tongue. Gunmetal eyes meet his, and the color is alive, churning like an angry ocean, pulling him in.He notices her "fragility," her "vulnerability," not to mention the various colors of her eyes while hiding his romantic thoughts from his macho best friend. Right, every girl's fantasy. Colin mumbles, “Maybe gray,” but his heart is thundering.Not recommended. This is a romance, and not even a believable one. Quotes taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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| Battles are all about strategy, and strategy pivots on priorities. Since my priorities were Prince Jalan, Prince Jalan, and Prince Jalan, with “loo Battles are all about strategy, and strategy pivots on priorities. Since my priorities were Prince Jalan, Prince Jalan, and Prince Jalan, with “looking good” a distant fourth, I took the opportunity to resume running away.Replace "Prince Jalan" with "Khanh" in those sentences, and you got me down to a Tee. Which might go a long way towards explaining why I loved the main character so much. The thing is, I don't like a knight in shining armor. I like them tarnished, covered in mud, or better yet, camouflaged, so they observe in hiding, snickering, while the foolish heroes rush in first and die. I'm a fucking wimp, ok? I talk big, but it's all on paper. Trust me, if you put a monster in front of me, I'm gonna fucking run. I like a main character who is, well, like me! Someone to whom I can relate. Imperfect, who is more wont to run and hide instead of facing a dragon, and consequently, end up in said dragon's digestive system. We do taste good with ketchup. Do you like Norse mythology? Anti-heroes? Do you want to take all the romance in the world and shove it up someone's anal sphincter? Does necromancy sound like the perfect Saturday night? Want some epic Bromance? If so, there's a pretty good probability you might enjoy this book. No, it's not a perfect book. If you've read Prince of Thorns and absolutely hated the little shithead that is Jorg (hell, I consider it one of my favorites and even I think he's a little shithead) you will probably like this much more. The main character in this book is a whole lot more likeable. I have to admit my bias. Lawrence has a tendency to write characters that I really, really like, and I happen to be a huge fan of this book's main character. No, it's not a perfect book, but every other sentence from the main character had me shouting, YEAH, MAN! And really, that's all I could ask for. The Summary: There’s power in a name. “Prince” has served me very well—something to hide behind when trouble comes.Prince Jalan is the equivalent of, not Prince William, or Prince Henry, but more like Prince Andrew. You know, Queen Elizabeth II's completely worthless son who spends his time womanizing, racking up debts, and being an embarrassment to the throne. That's Jalan in a nutshell. It's not like Jalan even WANTS the throne in the first place, no sir! He's more than happy to use his parents' money, rack up a ton in debts, and worm his way between any woman's legs who will have him. And with a princely title, you can bet he gets a lot of pussy. It's a good life. He's, like, 10th in line to the throne, which means unless there's going to be a huge fucking assassin plot to eliminate the royal bloodline, he'll never come close enough to the throne to lick it. Not that he ever will, because his terrifying grandmother is the Red Queen, and isn't going to kick the bucket anytime soon despite being 70. She had to have seventy years on her, but no one would have called her more than fifty. Handsome or not, though, her eyes would turn any man’s bowels to water. Flinty chips of dispassion.Because she's fucking terrifying. And her unseen companion, the Silent Sister is even more so, because she has haunted Jalan, one of the few who can see her. She turned that awful face towards me, one eye dark, the other milk and pearl. It had felt hot, suddenly, as if all the great hearths had roared into life with one scorching voice, sparked into fury on a fine summer’s day, the flames leaping from iron grates as if they wanted nothing more than to be amongst us.Sometimes he thinks he's crazy. Maybe he is. Until the Viking shows up. Nothing good ever happens when a Viking shows up. Oh, come on. They come in all RAWR and hulking and huge, and the next thing you know, they're spouting off stories about a Demon King who's raising an army of the dead. "Men of the Drowned Isles broke amongst us. Some living, others corpses preserved from rot, and other creatures still—half-men from the Brettan swamps, corpse-eaters, ghouls with venomed darts that steal a man’s strength and leave him helpless as a newborn."Seriously, what a fucking killjoy, that Snorri. If only his name didn't sound so cuddly. A few stories of monsters roaming the night, the doors of hell, or, rather, Hel, opening up. You would THINK those were just stores, fuck, Jalan wishes that they were just stories, until the ground literally opened up in front of him. Now Jalan just wants to get the fuck away. Unfortunately, it ain't happening. Because Snorri and Jalan are LITERALLY tied to each other through magic. They may not be physically tied together, but they are connected, somehow. There's a sensation of wrongness when they are separated. And thus, we have a very reluctant partnership between an itinerant playboy prince, and an honor-bound Viking on a person rescue mission. They will face the shadows of darkness. They will receive mysterious missives. And maybe our playboy prince will finally learn there's more in him than he ever thought possible. That he's capable of more than just wining and womanizing. That there is a sense of honor and compassion in him, after all. Maybe a life seeking glory on the battlefield is the kind of life he needs, to make a man out of a prince. Tenth in line to a throne will get you into a not-insignificant number of bedchambers, but if a man dons the scarlet cloak of the Red March riders and wraps his legs around a destrier, there are few ladies of quality who won’t open theirs when he flashes a smile at them.Well...baby steps. The Setting: I could see corpses and timbers, some black against the hot glow, others melting into it. Even the wind’s strength couldn’t keep the scent of roasting flesh from my nostrils. The walkway ran with hot fats, burning even as they spilled down the inner wall.Truth be told, it's a fairly generic high fantasy universe, but I liked it anyway. It is the same world as that of Prince of Thorns, and it reminds me a lot of the MMORPGs that I have played, which is why it feels so familiar. There are mighty Nordic Viking men, a team of bluff, blunder-filled, brave, hardy souls who are filled with a sense of honor and pride. I can't remember much of Prince of Thorns, but the setting in this book feels a lot darker, with elements of the undead, and a quest not for the throne, but into the bowels of hell itself. Jalan: I’ve always found hitting a man from behind to be the best way to go about things. This can sometimes be accomplished by dint of a simple ruse. Classics such as, “What’s that over there?” work surprisingly often.That is the opening line of the book, and right then and there, I knew Jalan and I were going to get along just fine. Jalan is my favorite sort of character, an anti-hero who starts off taking the easy path, and is consequently dragged onto the hard path (and the only path), kicking and screaming all the while. He's not the most honorable man in the world. “You’re a man of honour.” Louder this time, looking right at me. Where the hell he got that idea, I had no notion.He is a womanizer, he has a terrible, snarky sense of humor. His sense of honor is nonexistent, as is his sense of loyalty and friendship. “What’s his name?” A tall Nuban girl with copper loops through her ears and a mouth made for kissing. “How is he called?”He tends to avoid things, and memories, when they get unpleasant. I have a bad habit of blanking unpleasantness from my mind—something I’ve done since I was a child. They often say the best liars half-believe their lies—which makes me the very best because if I repeat a lie often enough I can end up believing it entirely, no half measures involved!But he is not without his complexity, throughout his escapades, he maintains a sense of loyalty, however he struggles against it. Jalan is not without honor, not without conscience. And he has depths and insights one would hardly expect from someone who is self-professedly "shallow." Bravery is just a different kind of broken. Scared of being a coward, is that what bravery is? Am I brave because I don’t fear being afraid? You’re of the light; the light reveals. Shine a bright enough light on any kind of bravery and isn’t it just a more complex form of cowardice?”Snorri: Snorri cut me off. “I took the prince out of the palace, but the palace is still crammed firmly up the prince’s arse. You need to stop moaning about every hardship, stop chasing every woman you lay eyes on, and concentrate on surviving.Snorri is Jalan's perfect foil. He is a warrior, through and through, with all the pride that is in his name and heritage. He is a hulking Viking brute to Jalan's sleek, sheltered princeliness. Snorri kills, but he kills with a purpose. He is not without mercy, but only to those who deserve it. Those who betray him will suffer the consequences. “An axe for me. Swords trick you into thinking you can defend. With an axe all you can do is attack. That’s what my father named me. Snorri. It means ‘attack.’” He lifted the axe above his head. “Men think they can defend against me—but when I knock, they open.”Snorri is a compassionate man, a loving man, a family man who will--and does--go to the ends of the earth to save his family. He is a man on a mission. Their bond is a tenuous one, but one that works to both their benefits. The Bromance: The air between Snorri and me spat and sparked as our hands shaped to grasp the other.Nope! I didn't misspell that, because THERE IS NO ROMANCE IN THIS BOOK. There's just the joyous bromance of Snorri and Jalan. Ok, fine, so I may be stretching it a little, but come on, a giant of a Viking and a golden-haired prince? A girl can dream. He brought his hand closer to mine and a pressure built against my skin, all pins and needles and fire.I kid, I kid. There's no true romance in this book between Snorri and Jalan, just an uneasy alliance that forces them together through magic. But truly, Snorri brings out the best in Jalan, and I can totally ship them for that =) Snorri’s magic had reached into me again and made me brave. In that moment I wanted to be the one to stand between the child and her attackers. To keep her safe. And failing that, to hunt them to the ends of the earth....more |
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| “When the swamp took my brother, it sent someone—something else to take his place. I don’t know what Lenora May is, but she’s not my sister.”This “When the swamp took my brother, it sent someone—something else to take his place. I don’t know what Lenora May is, but she’s not my sister.”This book is a dark American fairy tale. In Celtic mythology, we often hear about the changeling in connection with the fae, fairies, whatever you call them. The fae are capricious creatures. They will take what they please, and in some instances, they will take whomever they please. Children, newborn infants, specifically, are particularly vulnerable. The beautiful child will disappear, abducted by the fae, leaving an ugly, wizened, “wrong,” fae child in its place. This book has that similar premise, with a twist. Instead of Ireland or the UK, we have the swamps of the deep South in the US. The “child” being abducted is a young man, about to go to college. What’s different is that all memories of the abducted are erased. The writing is great. The main character is a sympathetic one. There is no insta-love. The atmosphere of the Deep South is well-written, and there is a sense of eeriness and frustration that is pervasive throughout the book. This is one of the better YA paranormal books I have read. The Summary: “The swamp ate my brother.”Sterling Saucier is about to finish her sophomore year of high school when the unthinkable happens: her brother Phineas, in a fit of anger, in an unthinking moment – steps into the swamps behind Sticks, Louisiana. Everyone in town knows not to go into the swamp. It’s dangerous. Once you go in, you never leave. Even the plants know better: stay the fuck out. The swamp stays away from the people. The people stay away from the swamp. It is a tenuous peace. For some reason, the swamp stays firmly on the other side. A few brave plants may reach across the line, but by and large, the swamp keeps as much distance from us as we do of it.Phineas has been gone for hours, and Sterling is frantic. She is panicking, feeling like she will never see her brother again, when out of the swamp steps a girl. Not Phin. A strange girl whom Sterling has never seen before. Her hand extends slowly and she hesitates before finding the fence. Dark hair hangs in her face, wild with curls and lovely in a way mine will never be. She climbs with something less than grace, fumbles with her dress, and nearly falls to the ground in my yard.Everyone tells Sterling that this is her sister. “I want to know who she is, why she’s here, and why you’re all acting like you know her. I watched her climb over the swamp fence, for crying out loud!”The trouble is Sterling knows otherwise. She somehow has memories of this stranger. I can’t remember someone who doesn’t exist. I can’t remember that her favorite color is purple but thinks Chevelles look best in red. I don’t even know her name.But Sterling knows: this is not her sister. Phin is her brother, and he has disappeared. Nobody remembers her but him. Well, not nobody. Someone knows what she’s going through. Somebody believes her. Somebody who has lost someone of his own. “Nathan Payola,” he says. He waits for me to react, but there’s nothing for me to react to. Angrily, he adds, “He was my best friend.”That somebody is Heath. Heath is a boy at her school. He is not unfamiliar to her, in fact, they had a short, brief, flirtation. Heath wasn’t a talker, but when he did talk, the words we shared were sweet and supplemented with notes of the flirting variety.Only that flirtation abruptly stopped…and now she knows why. Heath was struggling with the same thing she was, the loss of a friend, and the knowledge that nobody believes him. And now they’re in the same boat, and as cute as Heath is, as much of a brief history they’ve had together, there are more important things at hand right now, like how to get her brother back. At any other time, I’d be stuck on him admitting he ditched me. But now, all I can think of is Phin.A situation doomed to end in frustration now shows a small ray of hope, because they’re in this together. We can’t fight something we don’t understand. But I remember what Heath said about hope. I’m not going to let the swamp have that, too.And they’re going to cling on to every last vestige of that hope they can. Hope is all they have. The Setting: There are a hundred ways to die all cloaked in the twist of pale trees—gators fast enough to catch a grown man, mosquitoes teeming with disease, stinging plants, hungry black bears, and nasty cottonmouths all filled with spite and patience.Tell people that swamps are a dangerous place, and they’ll give you a “No shit, Sherlock,” stare. But they don’t know about the swamps behind Sticks, Louisiana. But what’s in ours is worse.I love a creepy, small Southern town atmosphere, and this book absolutely delivers. It is filled with local legends, lore, creepiness on its own. This is a dead-end small town in which anyone with aspirations for a better life needs to get the fuck out. There is no future here. Most of the good folk of Sticks consider it’d be faster to throw your money in a fire if you’re that keen on wasting it, but then, most of the good folk of Sticks think the periodic table has something to do with birth control.Much of the population can be described by urban citizens as “white trash.” The point is to get out. Leave it all behind. The swamp itself is a terrifying thing, filled with creatures like the one that wears Phin’s skin. “I’m hungry,” he says, a sound that seems to crawl from his throat. It’s devoid of the warmth Phin’s voice should have, all mud and gravel. He reaches with webbed hands, each finger tipped with a sharp, black claw.There is a tale of horror that lies behind the mystery that held my attention as it unfolded. This is truly a beautifully descriptive, atmospheric book. The Characters: he was gone.I absolutely loved Sterling. Trigger warning: the main character has an eating disorder, brought on by the stress of her beloved brother leaving. I thought the portrayal of said eating disorder was well done, because there is an emphasis in this book that eating disorders are not about being thin. It is a mental disorder, exacerbated by stress, by any number of things. Sterling’s mitigating factor just happened to be her brother. The first time she asked me about this, I’d tried and failed to explain that it wasn’t about wanting to be thin; I couldn’t think of food when the threat of losing Phin to college was so near.So many people in Sterling’s life give her a hard time about her anorexia, and it is impossible for her to explain to them: it is not about being thin. I think this aspect of her character was adequately done. I like the fact that Sterling is a devoted sister. She truly loves her brother. She constantly thinks about him. She always seeks to get him back. She will go to any lengths, overcome her own fears of the swamp in order to attempt to rescue him. The swamp continues to beckon.Her beauty is never mentioned. Not everyone falls in love with her. Sterling is a realistic character with real flaws, real hurts, and is wholly sympathetic because of them. Characters who should be the enemy have depths. They have life. They are filled with spirit. “You’ve been so safe all your life. So safe you might as well be dead. Phin did that, he kept you from living, but I won’t. I promise you, I only want to live as fiercely as I can.”They have stories. They are not mindless monsters, creatures to be feared. They are people. An unknown and nonexistent sister, not a monster, a person who may turn out to be someone who could be admired. Lenora May doesn’t care that she’s in the dirt or that she’ll have to wash her dress three times to get rid of the stubborn smells that follow you home from the track, and not caring makes her both vulnerable and beautiful.The Romance: I feel small and secure in his arms with my hip balanced against his thigh. This is different from the kiss. That felt chaotic and delirious and like something beginning. This is the opposite. Together we are solid and smart and somehow not new at all.Now this is how I like my romance. Sterling and Heath have a small romantic past, but they are above all else, friends and allies. She understands him. He understands her. They have a shared past, and a shared present. He is the only one who understands her pain, having gone through it himself. Heath is a bad boy, but not one as you’d expect. He developed that reputation after having gone through the frustration of losing a friend. Heath is a good kid who started acting out of frustration and anger and pain. He is never, ever an asshole. Hell, he’s actually quite a gentleman. “Sterling Saucier,” he says.Overall: an excellent book. All quotes were taken from an uncorrected proof subject to change in the final edition. ...more |
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| She rubbed the bald half of her head. “In China we say, ‘The girl with the full hair is not as free as the girl with the bare head.’" She rubbed the bald half of her head. “In China we say, ‘The girl with the full hair is not as free as the girl with the bare head.’"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? THIS. IS. NOT. TRUE!!!!!! If I had to choose one word to describe this book, it would be unconvincing. If you want terrifying zombie action, turn away now, the zombies in this book are not dangerous, they are corpses, but they're of the "first episode of Walking Dead" sort of boring, which is to say they're rotting, they're shambling, they smell REALLY, REALLY bad, but they're completely unterrifying in every way. I feel like I could walk around with a sharp stick and kill a bunch myself because they were so unconvincing as objects of abject terror. This book is strange, but it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. The world building is weird and incomplete. This book thinks itself a "steampunk" novel. It's not. The setting and the characters's behaviors are inconsistent. The characters themselves are two-dimensional. Flat. It was a wholly implausible book, and I'm not talking about the fact that the dead are rising in 1876 Philadelphia. The Setting: Yawn. 1. Zombies? Oh, posh! We must attend the opera!: This book is about Eleanor Fitts (Miss Fitt, misfit...ha...ha...yeah, we fucking get it, Eleanor), a 16-year old girl living in 1876 Philadelphia, where the dead have begun rising from their grave. Her beloved older brother, Elijah, is missing. The setting in this book is not steampunk so much as "Huh?" Yeah, sure, the zombies are rising, but it was entirely unclear whether they had, in fact, existed in the past or not, or if this is an entirely new phenomenon. The fact that there are zombies rising up from their graves and terrorizing the whole of Philadelphia was made completely underwhelming. There was no danger in it. The zombies are called "walking dead," like the ones in the show of the same name, but with so little urgency and panic that they became completely redundant and dull. It's of the "Oh, pish, posh! Zombies again?! How completely inconvenient because they're going to ruin our tea party!" sort of catastrophe, which is to say, none at all. I shrank back, fighting the urge to run past her through the open door. “Th-the walking corpses,” I stammered. “The ones people have been talking about. One came to the train depot, so everyone was evacuated.”Oh, yes, such danger. Such excitement. The dead are rising. The dead are going to eat us alive. Yippee. Oh, save us, our Lord in Heaven. I am utterly terrified. Nope. 2. Steampunk? More like pure bunk: It is 1876 Philadelphia. That's all. There is no technology beyond that of the times. There is no elements of steampunk. There is no machinery. There is no advanced mechanical inventions. it is 1876 Philadelphia, no more, no less. The book itself presents no sense of time; I did not feel like I was immersed in the past at all. This has very much to do with the fact that the main character was so inconsistent. 3. Abracadabra!: The magic in this book is more showing, than telling. If you are going to incorporate magic into a book, I expect an explanation of how it works, I don't want vague-as-fuck phrases like "spiritual energy" thrown around without much of an explanation. There are souls, there are electric energy associated with souls. Like what? It was very inadequately explained, and I was unsatisfied with the explanation. 4. Where's Your Motherfucking Chaperone?!: Eleanor is 16. She is an upper-middle-class young woman. Her reputation is on the line. She needs to make a good marriage. SO WHY THE FUCK IS SHE WANDERING AROUND DOING WHATEVER THE FUCK SHE WANTS?! Eleanor has a mother. Her mother only has Eleanor. Why is she not keeping a closer eye on her?! She sneaks off from a tea party to look for guys. Eleanor sneaks out of the opera house (leaving her date) wearing a motherfucking BALL gown to go investigate the undead!!! I raced through the now-empty main hall. My footsteps echoed off the marble tiles. The porters at the front doors exchanged shocked glances. I could imagine the sight I must have presented—a flushed ball of purple silk and rustling skirts. No matter. I whisked past them and flew out into the Philadelphia night.Eleanor, the Inconsistent: Eleanor is an well-born young woman. She doesn't act like it. Eleanor behaves as if she has a stick firmly wegded up her ass in one moment, and acts like a modern woman in the next. 1. I Must Politely Tell You That I Need To Use the Toilet: *sigh* Bodily functions were simply not mentioned in the 19th century. Eleanor is gently raised. She should know that, and yet she feels the need to KEEP TELLING MEN THAT SHE NEEDS TO USE THE TOILET. (called the "necessary") “I... I need to use the necessary. Perhaps I can meet you in the Hydraulic Annex?”Aaaand yet again, to someone she hardly knows. “I must go to the necessary,” I murmured to Clarence, but he didn’t budge.2. How Dare You Speak To Me Without a Very Proper Introduction: Eleanor's manners are all over the fucking place. In one moment, she's sneaking off to meet men. In a very private place. Actually, she does that repeatedly throughout the book. In another moment, she is shocked, SHOCKED, that he dares violate etiquette by SHAKING HER HAND! Oh, my pearls! A gentleman simply was not supposed to shake the hand of an unmarried woman without a proper, third-party introduction. I was so used to chaperoned meetings that I had acted on foolish reflex.2. I Am A Lady, You Motherfucker: For a well-born lady, she sure curses a lot, and she's pretty free with her insults. She'll "be damned," this, he's a "bastard." Eleanor's speech may be archaic to fit the time, but she is completely inconsistent otherwise. 3. Purring Is For Kittens: I took a weary breath, lifted my hands, and purred, “I’m truly sorry, sir.”What the fuck?! Since when did "purring" mean an actual purring sound when it comes to human voices? It is a figure of speech, for fuck's sakes. Yeah, I know I'm nitpicky. It's stupid little details like this that ruin a book for me. 4. Was I Supposed To Save My Brother? Oh, right. My Beloved Brother: Way to go completely fucking off track. Way to lose sight of your actual mission. Eleanor has an actual mission: She's supposed to try to find and save her best friend, her beloved older brother. Only she completely forgets about him. I had wasted time worrying over Daniel and Clarence, playing on the croquet course, and arguing with Mama. I had neglected what was most important: Elijah.Ugh. 5. Who Cares About Money, Anyway: Eleanor is selfish. She hates her mother---who is an overbbearing Mrs. Darcy sort, but who is well-intentioned. Eleanor and her mother is about to lose their home. They are out of money. Her mother needs Eleanor to be a success so that they can keep a roof over their heads. Eleanor doesn't seem to think that this is important at all. She thinks her mother is an idiot, she is exasperated at her practicality. Mama ignored me. “Your father did enough damage to our family’s standing, Eleanor, when he tried to save his company. Your brother only worsened it when he ran off. Without a good reputation, you will not make a suitable match. We will be on the streets soon!”The Romance: A love triangle and a romance that distracts Eleanor more than it should. What was it about mouths that made them so fascinating? I had read of kisses (Shakespeare was fond of them in his plays), but I’d never seen one. And I’d certainly never experienced one. Did people merely touch lip to lip... or was there more to it?There are ZOMBIES. There is a necromancer at large. Stop thinking about his fucking lips. Overall: A rather dull, wholly inconsistent and unconving book with little sense of danger. You'd be better off reading The Walking Dead comic. ...more |
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[image] There is so much going on in this book. You have your main cast of leading Shakespearean characters (Hamlet, Juliet, Romeo to name a few), thro [image] There is so much going on in this book. You have your main cast of leading Shakespearean characters (Hamlet, Juliet, Romeo to name a few), throw them into a bizarre underworld filled with Norse mythology, Greek mythology, and elements of Celtic mythology and Jewish mythology and what you have is a mess. But it's a really interesting mess. Valkyries, Frost Giants, Fire Giants, the Washerwoman, the Norns, Fenrir, the Sirens, berserkers, shades. You name it, you've got it. This book also takes a liberal interpretation with its Shakespearean characters, too. This is not to say that the characters were horrible, they're not: but neither do they feel authentic. It takes Romeo's worst qualities and amplifies them, his anger, his impetuousness are amped up to the nth degree. I absolutely loved the character of Juliet in this book...the problem is that she's not Juliet. She is a Shakespearean heroine who all of a sudden becomes a sword-wielding, kick-assing character out of fucking nowhere. Juliet's got spunk. I loved her character in this book, but she is just not William Shakespeare's Juliet! This was truly not a terrible book by any means. It doesn't have a single one of the tropes that I hate so much in YA fiction, and it is light on the romance. Hell, despite my fear at some points that there would be a little hmm-hmm going on between Juliet and Hamlet, there was no love triangle at all. So why did I give it a 2? Simple. The book itself was just way, way too ambitious. It is a very, very interesting premise---but it ultimately lost its focus on the main plot. This book far overreached itself. The Summary: It is days after Juliet's death. Romeo is sick, ill from the poison he has ingested. Furthermore, he is sick in spirit. He is heartbroken. His beloved wife, Juliet, is dead, and he will do nothing to get her back. Romeo consults a witch, a Strega. She tells him that Juliet is stuck in hell. Her soul is in torment. His Juliet stood before him, or at least, the shape of her, frozen in blood, monochromatic crimson, but unmistakably her. Thick chains bound her across neck and waist; manacles clasped her wrists. Her eyes were the worst of all, open, bloody, blank and unseeing, yet somehow still accusing.Romeo is desperate to rescue her. The witch tells him that the person he seeks is in the North. She gives him a cryptic clue: “You must go north. You will find the man who can help you there.”The man Romeo seeks is Hamlet. Hamlet sits in a pub in Denmark. He is drowning his sorrows the best way he knows how: by drinking himself silly. His mother is getting married to his uncle the day after tomorrow, and he knows that his father has been murdered. His father's ghost has come back to talk to him, the late King Hamlet warned his son of his uncle's treachery, and tasks Hamlet with the charge of protecting the corpseway. What is the corpseway? It is a passage into the underworld. ...the unearthly portal that divided the realm of the living and the dead.Against all odds, Romeo finds Hamlet. They don't exactly get along at first. Romeo is distrustful of this drunken prince. Hamlet suspects Romeo of being in league with his uncle---who else knows that his father has been murdered. Finally, they overcome their differences: together, Hamlet and Romeo descend into the corpseway, down into the Underworld. What they find there isn't exactly Hell. It is the Underworld, only not the Underworld they imagined. It is Valhalla. It is Sheol, it is Hades, among others. There, they find lost souls, creatures from many mythologies, bizarre monsters---and Juliet. And this is where the book lost me. I wish I could tell you that there was a point to this book that I could put together to tell you in one sentence to end my "summary" section. I can't. It is just a journey through the underworld. It is action-filled, it is pretty interesting at times, but it was just completely pointless; the point is to rescue Juliet...but this book seems to be an exercise of in aimless extravagance because there is so much going on without a visible purpose. The Plot: Filled with holes. There are so many unanswered questions. For example, just from the beginning of the book... - How the FUCK did Romeo and Friar Laurence travel all the way from Verona to Denmark? - How in all the living hell did Romeo find out about Hamlet in the first place? Verona is a long fucking way from Denmark. - How the fuck do they communicate so well? Romeo only speaks Italian. Hamlet learned Italian at University, but as I very well know, it is one thing to learn a language, it is an entirely different thing to SPEAK it. They communicate flawlessly. I don't believe it. [image] Deus ex fucking machina : There is so much of this going on in this book. Whenever something inconvenient happens that places them in danger, they get through it just by sheer fucking luck. Romeo about to die? OH NO PROBLEM, THE MONSTERS ABOUT TO KILL HIM WAS JUST AN ILLUSION! But they were gone, the hillside, too. Romeo found himself in a strange, barren wasteland.HAMLET'S ABOUT TO DIE! LET'S END THE CLAPTER ON A CLIFFHANGER. He plunged into the spectral river on the maggot’s back, and when it surfaced, screaming its rage from its horrible, rotting mouth, he saw through the portal.A chapter later, oh, why there he is, reappearing out of thin air. “It’s me.”All safe and sound with no explanation whatsoever. HOW THE FUCK?! The three of them get separated. Despite the vastness of the multi-tiered Underworld, they always manage to find each other again. They go from one version of an Underworld to the next, from Valhalla to Sheol to Hades, with pretty much the snap of a finger. There is no transition, there is no subtlety. Romeo: This book utilizes Romeo's worst qualities: his grand, romantic gestures, his impetuousness, his youth, his anger. Romeo is SO angry throughout the book. Despite his need for Hamlet's aid, he keeps snapping at him. He keeps blaming him for dragging Hamlet into the mess that Romeo wanted to go into in the first place. “I don’t care!” Romeo could not hold back his anger any longer. “You’re mad, and I’m a fool for letting you lead me here.”Romeo is bitter, he is self-pitying, he is a whiny git, and I wanted to punch his lights out. Hamlet feels much the same way. Hamlet groaned. “Oh, stop pitying yourself. You were desperate and unhappy at home, you’re desperate and unhappy now. Nothing has changed, except that now we’re closer to your goal.”He never, ever stops fucking whining. Hamlet isn't my favorite character in the world, but he has my compassion, because he actually tells Romeo to, well, shut the fuck up and grow some balls. “Have you listened to a word you’ve said? You’re miserable without your true love, and you’ve come here to find her. You are closer to rescuing a loved one from death than any man has ever been, and now all you’re doing is complaining.”Hamlet: Well, to be fair, Hamlet is kind of intolerable sometimes. He is by far the most level-headed of the two, but he has a few inappropriately snarky moments where he could be a leeeeeeeettle more sensitive to poor Romeo. They're plunged from the normal world into Valhalla, they're about to get stabbed by a Frost Giant. Naturally, it's neither a good place nor time to make light of things. “I thought you said it wasn’t terrifying!” Romeo shouted, his eyes wide with fear.Yeah, I'd say so! Hamlet is rather nonchalant about things. He is TOO chill sometimes. Like stepping through a portal to the world of the dead is nothing at all. It's just the Underworld, maaaaaaan. “I don’t know. I never stepped completely through the corpseway.” Hamlet’s thought trailed off as he moved through the light, sliding his feet cautiously along the floor. “Seems safe enough. Come on.”Oh, it SEEMS safe enough. Well, that's just fucking dandy now. Oh, and HOW do you know that the corpseway is safe for humans to travel through, Hamlet? “I stuck my head in,” Hamlet argued. “It came out again. And my father’s ghost was able to traverse the corpseway. I see no reason that it might not work exactly as I’ve described.”That makes perfect sense. [image] Juliet: My favorite character in the book---and the most inconsistently portrayed. This Juliet is NOTHING like Shakespeare's Juliet. Somehow...this: [image] Turned into...well...this: [image] Don't get me wrong, Juliet is pretty kick-ass. She confronts Hamlet and Romeo with the cold, hard fafcts of their idocy in their knight-who-say-NI quest to rescue her. “Was there no way to find out, before you did this to me?” Juliet asked, her large brown eyes full of hurt. “The two of you never thought that a bit more preparation might have been required before tampering with the forces of life and death?”She can wield a sword, but HOW THE FUCK? Juliet proved tireless with her blade, to Hamlet’s surprise and delight. He could not imagine the ladies of his uncle’s court taking such bloodthirsty delight in defeating monsters.Well, that's just awesome, but HOW?! How the fuck did Juliet learn to wield a sword so capably? She has not been fighting in the underworld, she has been a prisoner, chained, suffering from partial amnesia. In life, she was a pampered, loved noblewoman. How the FUCK did she get so competent? But Romeo had seen this fire in her from the very instant they’d met, though it had been only a small spark then. Set among the tinder of conflict, she was now ablaze.I love Juliet in this book, I really do, but this is not Juliet! The Setting: [image] Well, not really. Cause we're in Valhalla. We go into the Afterjord. We meet the Valkyries. We meet Berserkers, Frost Giants, Lava Giants. Fenrir, Odin's ravens (who are really cute). There are the Nordic Norns (the Fates). And then we meet the Irish Washerwoman, who launders the clothes of the people who died. And then we're in Sheol, with the Shades. And then we're in some Greek mythology, with pretty pretty sirens. Then we're in some hall with maggot men. Some of the monsters are pretty gruesome, and awesomely so. The cloth fell away from the thing’s face, revealing no eyes, no nose, just the sightless, round countenance of a maggot and a circular mouth full of teeth in endless rings.But it's just way, way too fucking much because as entertaining as it is, the plot is completely lost in it. The Romance: No love triangle, thankfully. I found the romance to be completely acceptable here, although I did disagree with the portrayal of Ophelia (a character who barely appears) as a marriage-mad chick. I was afraid that there would be a love triangle... Something in Juliet’s voice bothered Romeo. There was a smirk to her tone that was too comfortable with the prince. She spoke the way she had spoken to Romeo that night at her father’s party.But thankfully, this book was without. Overall: a solid, entertaining book that just completely fell short on the plot. ...more |
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| "Not everyone is created equal.” "Not everyone is created equal.”This is standard Armentrout. Fans of her books will love it, people who wants something a little less...formulaic, like me, will be disappointed. I keep reading her books, hoping that something will change for the better. So far, nothing had. This book is about gargoyles and demons. But don't get the wrong impression. It's less this: [image] And more this: [image] This is standard Armentrout in that: 1. The main heroine is the star of the show, there is no doubt about it, the universe revolves around her and only her 2. There is slut-shaming. There is an ample shortage of meaningful female friendship, there is plenty of slutty girls around, including her best friend, all designed to make the heroine seem virginal, chaste, and pure in contrast 3. The heroine is special, different, one of a kind, due to only the fact that she was born to an extraordinary heritage; she does nothing to earn our respect 4. There is a love triangle, and further than that, almost every eligible person with a penis around her age range wants her milkshake 5. There is more flirting than plot 6. The heroine is supposed to be kick-ass, but she is rescued all the fucking time The good: 1. The writing is enjoyable, the book itself is a light, quick read 2. The setting is a predictable, light, traditional Urban Fantasy with characters we don't see too often---gargoyes (but the book still needs more garrgoyles and less hot-men-outside-of-stone-form) The Summary: Gargoyles exist. They are called Wardens. 10 years ago, they came out in public. The world knows that gargoyles exist now, and there's surprisingly little hullabaloo about it. Miley Cyrus twerkin' on Robin Thicke's crotch got a more shocked reaction than we were shown in this book. ...the Wardens went public ten years ago. The Alphas had ordered the Wardens to come out of the shadows. To humans, Wardens had come out of their stone shells. After all, the gargoyles adorning many churches and buildings had been carved to resemble a Warden in his true skin.Huh, gargoyles exist. Ok. Layla is 17 years old. She is beautiful, but doesn't really consider herself that pretty. I mean, Layla only looks like an elf-princess. What's so special about that? Zayne said I looked like the long-lost sister of the elf in Lord of the Rings. That was a huge confidence booster. Sigh.Sigh, indeed. Fuck, it must be so horrible to go through life all blonde and elfin, looking like Legolas' sister. Tough existence, man. To top it off, she's in love with a gorgeous Warden guy (Zayne) who only sees her as a sister. A really hot sister with whom he loves going on coffee dates. Layla is special. She is half-Demon, half-Warden. She looks like a human and she cannot shift into a monster-like stone gargoyle form because she is a half-blood. Therefore, Layla is half-blood, all beautiful. Special without the ugly side effects of being a gargoyle-like Guardian. Layla is an orphan (oh hello there, trope). She has amnesia (trope). She doesn't know anything about her birth or her parents (trope). Her Warden guardians keep everything a secret from her (trope). One day, while stupidly chasing down a minor demon into a dark alley, Layla nearly gets killed. She is rescued by a dark, handsome, sexy Upper Level Demon. His name is Roth. He has a snake named Bambi. I don't mean to say his penis is named Bambi, I mean he has a snake tattoo that comes to life whose name is Bambi. No—not a mass, but a huge freaking snake at least ten feet long and as wide as I was.Sexy Demon Roth starts showing up everyfuckingwhere Layla goes. She goes to school. He's there. He shows up whenever she needs help, like a demonic guardian angel. Where I'm from, we call that a fucking stalker. Layla knows that. She trusts him anyway. “You don’t? I was following you.”Oh, he's not just a stalker, he's a pervert, too. He leaned in again, his lips brushing the curve of my cheek. “Let me suggest more appropriate places. I have this piercing—”Oh, wait, there's a reason he's following her. Layla is special. She was born to a special destiny, and he was meant to protect her. Roth let out a low breath. “Your mother was known by many names...And because of that, you’re on Hell’s Most Wanted List.”Naturally, Layla is inclined to believe the stranger she just met over the people who have raised her for the past 10 years. Roth and Layla kiss, they flirt, they go out on dates. They spend nights together, staring longingly into each other's eyes. They go to bed together---but they just talk, because demons are such gentlemen that way. What is The Lesser Key of Solomon? More importantly, will the two hot, gorgeous men in her life ever stop fighting over Layla? Zayne’s grip relaxed. “Shut up.”The Girl-Hate: There's room for only one good girl in this book, and that girl is Layla. Layla is virginal, pure. Layla and her best friend Stacey tease each other by calling each other names. Stacey is, of course, presented as the slut, the hobag, while innocent Layla is the virgin. Stacey only blinked, looking like she was coming out of some kind of bizarre trance. I scribbled hobag across her notes. She laughed and wrote virgin ice princess across mine.Even an insult, a tease, is designed to make Layla look good against her slutty best friend Stacey. Stacey is sex on wheels. Stacey started to tug her shirt up as a shield, but must’ve realized there wasn’t enough material there.She dresses sexily, and the book presents it to us as a bad thing. Stacey was saying as she threw herself into her seat. “I didn’t sneak out of the house dressed like this for no good reason.”Stacey constantly makes sexual jokes and gestures. “Great!” Stacey chirped, backing off and gesturing wildly behind Roth. She was doing something with her hand and mouth that I knew Roth would be oh so down for.She is presented as a good friend, but so completely hypersexualized compared to Layla. Her character is insiduously presented as not as good, due to her sexualization. The other female characters in the book are either stupid sluts (Eva, the glammed up hobag Mean Girl classmate) or a scared female Warden (never mind that she's also a badass warrior herself), or a nice, beautiful Warden girl who's meant to be hated because of her interest in Layla's first love, Zayne. Danika is nice, but everything she does is seem as mean, an attack on Layla when all she wants to do is be helpful. I dumped the stuff in the garbage can, shoulders stiff. “I’m not going to jump on you and suck out your soul, if that’s what you’re worried about.”Everytime a female character outside of Layla does something remotely normal and nice, Layla snaps at her. There is no room in this book for a positive female figure besides Layla. The Setting: It's your traditional Urban Fantasy, with Angels, Demons, all that good stuff. This book breaks no molds in the setting. It is completely predictable in this sense, and that's just fine. We have Fiends, we have Posers (demons, heh), we have Zombies. Nothing out of the ordinary. What I do not like: The setting in this book is anticlimactic. There are gargoyles, humans know they exist...and there's an odd sense of "so what?" about it. People aren't exactly freaking out. There's a church rallying against Wardens... Every so often the Church of God’s Children held a rally against the Wardens and then made headlines. They’d been doing it ever since the public had found out about the Wardens’ existence.And that's the last we hear about it. The book is so centered around Layla and Layla only, so much that the outside world becomes completely secondary and almost gathers no mention in the book. The setting itself has gaps. There are Wardens...gargoyles...but almost no instance of actual gargoyles in the book. We rarely see the Wardens in action. It's more internal politics and living with the Wardens in human form than anything else. There's also the unbelievable case of "OH HUMANS KNOW ABOUT WARDENS BUT LET'S HIDE THE FACT THAT DEMONS EXIST!" Wut? The world would descend into chaos if humans knew demons were ordering their morning coffee right alongside them.Ok, so you're telling me that the world is ok with the existence of gargoyles, that stone men can come to life, but they'd completely freak out if they knew about the existence of demons? Wut? Layla, you've got me on my knees: *lyric from Eric Clapton* Everyone with a dick loves Layla. From hot, protective brother-figure Zayne. Zayne, who always wants to reassure Layla that she is good, despite what Layla thinks of herself. Zayne’s eyes flicked up. They seemed brighter than usual. “You’re...perfect just the way you are.”To schoolboy Gareth. “Wow, he is so checking you out.”To evil pervert Petr who wants her body. The line of his jaw hardened. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”To Roth. Roth, who only has eyes for Layla. Oh, the love triangle... “I...” I didn’t know. I loved Zayne, but I didn’t know what kind of love that was, and Roth... I thought I could be in love with him, if given time. Or maybe I already was, in a little way. “I don’t know.”It's enjoyable, but only as brain candy. If you're looking for more plot, more substance, I wouldn't recommend this. The character development and plausibility of the plot is absolutely lacking. ...more |
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