Man, I wish I had the time to write reviews these days, because this was one awesome book. I'd be hard pressed to pick anything about it that I didn'tMan, I wish I had the time to write reviews these days, because this was one awesome book. I'd be hard pressed to pick anything about it that I didn't like.
If you like PNR or UF, I encourage you to give it a go. A word of warning, though, if you decide to read the first book ahead of this one (which is worth doing as it sets up the world and the characters in this one), just remember that it wasn't quite as good as this one. I liked the first one, but I loved this one.
My first gargoyle book! Who though I'd ever be stringing those words together?! I quite enjoyed the point of difference in this one - set in stone durMy first gargoyle book! Who though I'd ever be stringing those words together?! I quite enjoyed the point of difference in this one - set in stone during the day, gargoyle by night. Interesting......more
Heatstroke was one of the best short stories - any genre- that I have had the pleasure to read. I cannot believe such superb storytelling was offered for free. I would have been happy to pay for this one. It made me smile, it made me cry, and it made me want to hug it when I finished.
Ahhh.... Feels like coming home. When Robyn Carr is good, she's really, really good. Reading one of her books just makes me feel so comfortable and coAhhh.... Feels like coming home. When Robyn Carr is good, she's really, really good. Reading one of her books just makes me feel so comfortable and content. This one managed to wring a few tears out of me, too....more
OK, so let me get this out there first: This book was better than the last one. I think.
You can see that the author is preparing to (finally) wrap upOK, so let me get this out there first: This book was better than the last one. I think.
You can see that the author is preparing to (finally) wrap up the series, and so the stage is being set. Good. But this was still a looooooooong way from being action packed - or even setting a good pace. And there was a blatant sense that the author had a word count to achieve and didn't much care for how she got there.
With purpose, and in the hands of a good author, the minutiae of daily life can enhance a novel. Not so here:
"I stayed gossiping at the bar for a few minutes, and on the way home I filled up the car with gas. I got a chicken sandwich from the Sonic and drove home slowly. ..."
"... I was too anxious to eat more than half of my sandwich. I sorted through the mail I'd picked up at the end of the driveway, throwing most of it into the trash can. I had to fish my electric bill out after I tossed it along with a furniture-sale flyer. I opened it to check the amount."
Phew. I can sleep so much better knowing all that.
"I ate some yoghurt and granola and strawberries, drank some coffee, and put on some extra makeup since I was still feeling unhappy in general. I took a few minutes to paint my fingernails. A girl's gotta have a little color in her life. At the bustling post office, I used my key to empty the Merlotte's mailbox, which served Sam for both business and personal use. Sam had gotten three envelopes from his duplex tenants. I riffled through the flyers that had been stuffed in the box and saw that the only bill worth worrying about was the electric bill. I was almost scared to open it. I bit the bullet and slit the envelope. The total was bad, but not more than I expected."
All of which tells the reader nothing more than that the author has a mild fixation on electric bills.
And then there's this:
"It's a conscious effort to block out the thoughts of other people. Though I've gotten better at it, it's still work. I don't have to try as hard with the two-natured, because their thoughts are not as clear as human thoughts; I catch only a sentence or emotion, here and there. Even among humans, some are clearer broadcasters than others. But before I learned how to shield my brain, it was like listening to ten radio stations at a time. Hard to act normal when all that's going on in your brain and you're still trying to listen to what people actually say with there mouths."
Seriously? It's book 12! I think we've got that by now.
Even with all that, it was an easy, if unexciting, read. I liked the developments towards the end - shame it took 200 pages of next-to-nothingness to get there.