Warning. Review might contain minor spoilers. Read at your own risk.
I was really excited about Down London Road because I really love how Samantha YouWarning. Review might contain minor spoilers. Read at your own risk.
I was really excited about Down London Road because I really love how Samantha Young writes her stuff, her Warriors of Ankh series was pretty great, I really enjoyed reading it, and I also liked the previous book in this series, On Dublin Street. Why did I like On Dublin Street? No idea. It’s not my usual thing but it worked for me perfectly at the time. Down London Road proved that me liking On Dublin Street was purely a mood thing. Oh well.
I went blindly into this book so I had no idea what to expect. I had no idea that this was going to happen:
My eyes flickered across the room and then my breath hitched as my gaze paused on a guy who was staring at me. Our eyes met, and for some absolutely bizarre reason the connection felt physical, like acknowledging each other’s presence had actually locked me in place.
Yeah, that made me know that I won’t like this book. I was hoping to be wrong, but no, I wasn’t wrong.
I really don’t like this sort of romance or this sort of characters. I also think that tattooed guys are being extremely overused and this aspect made Cam less attractive. He is also a douche. Me no like douche.
Johanna, the wonderful MC, is an idiot. I hated her. I didn’t even remember who the hell she was. I knew she was in On Dublin Street and I was trying so hard to remember who the hell she was. And then it came back to me. The money-digging chick who wanted to bang Braden. Oh yeah. No Miss Jo, I do not like you. I do not like you at all.
‘How can you take Malcolm and all those other guys’ help but not a friend’s?’ Because it’s a totally different thing!
Hah. Yes, she is like that. Now you know why I don’t like her. Oh, and check this quote from the book’s description:
Johanna Walker knows what she wants.
Really? She knows what she wants?? No, she doesn’t. That’s a huge pile of bullcrap right there. Why? Because the whole book is based on how Jo is unable to make up her mind about what she wants from her life. She is a stubborn woman who makes a shitload of bad decisions. And she gets to be a main character in a book I was really looking forward to reading. Yay me.
Thankfully, I was pretty. Tall with legs that went on forever […]
Cam on the other hand was not such a bad character, when compared to Joe, of course, but I didn’t like him much either. This is because of what a huge dick he was to Jo just because “he felt too attracted to her”. This gave him the right to be a total judgmental jerk, it seems. He made it up to her later on but I lost track of things when everything got too boring to handle. And I mean boring. They got together halfway through. As in together together, meet my family and all that shit together. That’s when things got too bad for me to even bother reading the rest of the book. It was just filled with useless drama. Did Young do this only to increase the page numbers of the book? It sure felt like it.
So, is Down London Road worth your money? It sure as hell was not worth mine, to tell you the truth. I would recommend you buying it only if you enjoy reading mostly romance books. Romance noobs might like it as well. As for the rest of us anti-romance, or partially anti-romance people, that’s a no. Ignore your hormones when it comes to this one.
This started out as a pretty good book. I liked the setting, I love Japanese culture and yes I watch J and K dramas so I was hoping this one will shap
This started out as a pretty good book. I liked the setting, I love Japanese culture and yes I watch J and K dramas so I was hoping this one will shape out as one of them. But cooler. Don’t judge me. The author did a very good job with the feel of the culture and people. At least at the beginning of the book. I wanted to have a better description of the city, though. I didn’t manage to form an image for it in my mind and it kind of frustrated me, among other things that I will mention as we go on.
As I mentioned before, the book was pretty good for about 2-3 chapters. Then Katie, our lovely MC, meets Tomohiro, the hot Japanese dude, and she becomes obsessed with him. Literally obsessed.
I can’t believe the amount of stupid shit this girl did. Climbing a tall wall and screaming after a stranger like a lunatic only to remember that you’re wearing a skirt and half the school can see your underwear. Buying a bike just to stalk your current obsession BECAUSE you’re sure he’s up to something! What the hell?!
What he was hiding, why he was pushing me away.
He’s just a stranger who wants nothing to do with you. And you are a stalker who keeps on bothering him. It’s that simple.
Maybe he was onto me. Maybe he was messing with me again.
Another thing that pissed me off about this book is the love triangle. Of course we had to have a love triangle. And it’s forced as fuck. What would a Young Adult book be without a love triangle? Our lovely Katie Greene gets not one, but two guys with overly sweet smelling hair gels. It’s Japan after all; they all have hair gels and ear rings. It’s a thing there. So yeah, you get the too sweet, too kind, always there to help third wheel. You need to teach young girls to friendzone the good guys and go for the dicks. That’s how life goes.
Another thing that bothered me, small as it is, is how easy the Mc managed to have complex conversations in Japanese only after a few months of studying the language. As far as I know Japanese is a difficult language and requires a lot of time to master. Is she a genius for managing to achieve this so fast? She didn’t act like a genius throughout the part that I barely managed to read. Just sayin’.
What else didn’t I pick on? The story is silly and boring, the characters are cheesy and boring. There were some drawings in the book – they looked cool. Not really impressed for some reason. And Katie and Tomohiro’s relationship “evolved” way too fast.
“Warui,” he whispered in apology, and I knew then that I couldn’t live without him, even when he was infuriating. Which was pretty much all the time.
And the drop that filled the cup
“Suki,” he breathed, I love you, and then the softness of his lips pressed against mine and the world caught fire, everything light and f lame and burning.
Ok, so first of all, from what I know, Japanese people take their time with dropping the “I love you” bomb more than Westerners. They go more for something like “I like you” first and “I love you” when it’s really serious. I’m 50% in and he’s already declaring his love. This is complete bull.
After this point I couldn’t make myself go on with the book and I had to drop it. I have no idea if things get better later on, and to tell you the truth I don’t give a monkey’s ass if they do, and I really don’t care about any of the characters. If it were to me they should all die and save ourselves the trouble of reading these silly books. Cancel a series, save a tree. You know, important stuff.
First of all I would like to give you the honor of meeting my Myrnin. Yes, I know he doesn’t exactly look like Rachel Caine intended him to, but I donFirst of all I would like to give you the honor of meeting my Myrnin. Yes, I know he doesn’t exactly look like Rachel Caine intended him to, but I don’t care. Deal with it. Now bathe in his awesomeness!
Mmmmmmmmm. He is perfect.
Anyways, if you managed to read this series completely, or close to it, you might as well call yourself a Morganville fan. If you are a Morganville fan, you surely know about the vampire heaven that is http://www.morganvillevampire.com/. I personally stalk the shit out of this website. The site has a whole bunch of goodies – short stories, news, MVTV!!! – good stuff. I want to show you guys some cool pictures for a bunch of characters.
Amelie and Oliver are PERFECT! Especially Oliver. Just look at that! Holy ballz!
Ada is meh, I can’t really form a proper image out of that sketch. And Myrnin… well, he is different. That is not how I imagine him. Well, my previous image is also not exactly how I imagine him either, but it’s pretty badass. I guess if you combine my image with the one Rachel Caine has on her website you’d get something better.
But anyways, apart for the unimportant stuff I’m dumping in this review, lemme talk a bit about the book and why I didn’t like it so much.
It was boring. Like really really boring. Boring start, then got a bit better, then boring again, then I lost interest and was counting down the pages till it finished. Black Dawn wasn’t as bad as Bite Club (you can read my rant here), I mean the story was pretty good. But, I repeat, it bored me. I also noticed that the book was almost 400 pages long. Wow. When compared to the previous MV books, this is a lot. And, if you remember me saying this in my previous reviews rants, the thing I love about MV is how short and fast-paced the books are. That’s why I could handle reading so many of them without getting bored. Black Dawn proved my point. The book is stuffed with extra info and extra POVs from various characters, some of them were completely unexpected (Hannah wtf?!), which added to the length of it. They also add extra drama which also bores the crap out of me.
And it was sooo painfully slooooow to read!! So unlike the previous MV books. Me has a sad.
I guess what I need is a break from the series. I’ve been reading it for the past few months now, and I guess I need to miss them a bit more in order to enjoy reading them again. I’ll probably resume reading them closer to the MV15 release, which is at the beginning of November if I recall correctly. I do hope I won’t end up dropping the series. That would be a shame.
I really liked the sneak peek I got from NetGalley. It was the first nine chapters of The Archived, and let me tell you it was very good marketing. DiI really liked the sneak peek I got from NetGalley. It was the first nine chapters of The Archived, and let me tell you it was very good marketing. Did I make me buy the book? It sure did.
The problem is that I ended up being not impressed by the book. Really. It feels like something is missing. Maybe it’s not my cup? Either way the whole concept didn’t click with me. And it’s funny because at the beginning of the book I actually liked it. But then something happened and it changed my opinion. It may have been the love triangle. It may have been the MC, or the story. I’m not sure. It just doesn’t stir any feelings inside me and because of this I can’t even review it properly. It’s just stuck in the three stars section. The forever alone books that I can’t express my feeling about. Why? Because I have no feelings.
Did I hate it? No. Did I love it? No. Would I read it again? No. Will I continue reading this series? No. Would I recommend it to a friend? Maybe.
My review kind of sounds hateful so please don’t think that The Archived is bad. No, I guess, as I mentioned at the beginning of my review, it’s just not my cup of tea. If you really want to try it then go ahead, maybe you’ll end up liking it.
At first I felt lost. Loads of weird names. Freaking weird names. Really. For everything. Couldn’t remember anything. And the thing is, Blood’s PrideAt first I felt lost. Loads of weird names. Freaking weird names. Really. For everything. Couldn’t remember anything. And the thing is, Blood’s Pride has a shitload of main characters. The point of view changed throughout the book more times than I could remember. It was overwhelming, especially since Evie Manieri has a thing for overly-complex idiotic names.
I need my books to be special in order to feel sucked in and enjoy what I’m reading. Blood’s Pride caught my attention with its first few chapters, but after a while the story got boring and confusing. The dialogues, in particular, bored me to tears. I felt like the characters on which the story focused were not that important, nor entertaining for that matter. I would have loved the story to focus more on the Mongrel, since she is the coolest character between them.
And what is that monster on the cover? (and what an amazing cover it is, I might add – totally misleading, but I will get to that later)
A dragon? A bat? A bat-dragon? A dragon-bat? Doesn’t matter. I want more of whatever that is. I was halfway through, and there was no bat-monster in sight. What a bunch of nonsense!
And speaking of the cover, it’s incredibly misleading. The cover made me think that Blood’s Pride is an epic adventure starring the Mongrel chick, with a bit of romance between her and the fire-wielding Ginger dude (see misleading cover). I did not get any of that. Sadness.
No, fuck that. No sadness. Anger. Injustice. Frustration. Not cool.
Am I going to give the next book in the series a try? Nope.
Please tell me this is the last book in the series. Please!!
Yes! Yes it is!!
It’s over! IT’S FINALLY OVER!! All the pain, the suffering. THE ANGST.Please tell me this is the last book in the series. Please!!
Yes! Yes it is!!
It’s over! IT’S FINALLY OVER!! All the pain, the suffering. THE ANGST. THE FUCKING ANGST!! Just thinking about it makes me want to smash my laptop to bits!!
Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. Calm. I’m calm. Ok.
To Hell and Back, the, I quote, pulse-pounding finale to Lilith Saintcrow's urban fantasy series featuring Dante Valentine. My pain and suffering. My pissed on expectations. My waste of time. Hours upon hours of hoping that it will get better soon. That it will end with a bang and make me forget how utterly stupid books 2 to 4 were. That will make me forgive Saintcrow for turning the characters I loved into douchebags…
Nothing. I got nothing.
I read, I yawned, I skimmed, I lol’d, I skimmed some more. And then some more. And then it was over. It felt like a chore. It really did.
Blah. All I can say now is good riddance Dante Valentine. Burn in hell.
What is up with the cheesy lines? If it weren’t for Working for the Devil I wouldn’t even bother with*spoilers ahead
Hell has nothing on Saint City
What is up with the cheesy lines? If it weren’t for Working for the Devil I wouldn’t even bother with a book that had that rubbish on the cover. I feel forced to read this. I know I have one book left till I’m done with this series and I’m extremely happy about it.
Saint City Sinners is all about crying, shrugging, almost bruises, manhandling, unspoken feelings and annoying monologues. Maybe the cover should look more like this:
What else is happening in Saint City Sinners? Japh is still an insensitive dick.
Yeah yeah, I know, he’s a demon and he doesn’t understand how humans work, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s behaving like a dick, and the fact that I very much hate him.
As for Dante..
She’s such a bore with all her tantrums and bullshit. She bores me. This book bores me. This series bores me.
Oh, and about the heart-breaking deaths, I feel like I’m supposed to feel sad for Eddie dying. I’m supposed to be even sadder for Gabe dying. But I’m not. I feel like Saintcrow is trying too hard to make this book sad. Hell, she’s been trying to make all this series sad. Trying too hard. And it’s obvious. And it doesn’t work with me. So I’m just left scratching my head and wondering how the hell I’m going to conjure the patience to finish this book. Or all her other books. Minus Working for the Devil, of course. Working for the Devil was awesome.
In the end I don’t like any character anymore. I don’t like the events that are taking place. Thinking about it, I don’t like anything related to the Dante Valentine series anymore. Just be done already!!
Chapter 29 (or something – I lost track) . Japh is a total sonovabitch and I completely hate him. I really really hate him. I can never look at him the same way ever again.
Chapter 40-something. And now he made up to her by saying “Omg Dante Dick, I only did this in order to protect you because I love you and I could never hurt you. Unless you behave like a bitch, then I can bruise you all I want because why the hell not.”
No. I will not forgive you. Ever. YOU HEAR ME?!
Conclusion Half of the book was a snoozefest, the other half was pretty good. Saintcrow sure knows how to write her climaxes.
Score First half: 2 stars Second half: 4 stars Average score: 3 stars
My thoughts before reading A Little Wanting Song - The Dark Side (a super secret group I’m a member of) birthday read. Mandatory. Not so happy about maMy thoughts before reading A Little Wanting Song - The Dark Side (a super secret group I’m a member of) birthday read. Mandatory. Not so happy about mandatory books;
- [after reading the summary] Ugh, that doesn’t sound too good;
- [after checking out friends' ratings] Lots of five stars. I wonder why;
- [175 pages on my Kindle] Short book, so if it sucks I won't have to put up with 400 pages of misery. :happy dance:
- [after staring at the book’s table of contents for more than 10 minutes] I will soooo dump your ass if you suck, birthday read or not.
My thoughts after reading A Little Wanting Song The first thing that hit me was the way Cath Crowley describes her shit. Here's one of many examples:
So I pulled out my guitar case, cold and dimpled like the skin of an orange.
This is weird to say the least. I feel like her writing style is extremely weak. Also, the problems the main protagonists are facing are extremely trivial to me. I am not interested in hearing about them, nor do I want to find out what they do to fix them. This being said, I find no reasons left for me to continue with A Little Wanting Song. Dropped around 20%.
To read or not to read? Are you a teenager? Do you like to read about other people’s problems in order to forget about your own? If you answer yes for both those questions then I would say yes, read it.