I wanted it for longer again!!! And though I chuckled like hell at the epilogue, I kept checking if there weren't words missing from the final chapterI wanted it for longer again!!! And though I chuckled like hell at the epilogue, I kept checking if there weren't words missing from the final chapter =( Damn it all, I like this world! I want full books on it!...more
Black is back, and he’s not kidding around. Nope. He may bark a lot, but he follows through with real bites.
First whole book to read on my new KindleBlack is back, and he’s not kidding around. Nope. He may bark a lot, but he follows through with real bites.
First whole book to read on my new Kindle and I gobbled it up in a couple of days (hey, the weather's fine, friends are home and I couldn't not go out). I was so into it I literally slept cuddled up with Daemon (you have a dirty mind - I fell asleep as I was swiping away pages, but a girl can insinuate, wishful thinking and all that).
What can I say, I so totally loved it. The book lived up to all expectations and jumped above. As much as I adore the previous instalments (there's little more sexy than the Kat and Daemon snarkytalk that dominated book 1), I couldn't give them the full set of stars because there were always those funny moments that felt just kind of... slightly forced, implausible considering the types of characters and their circumstances. A couple of times I thought something else would have been more ‘to the point’ so to speak, but there are no such harsh implausibilities in Origin which finally gave me the green light on the full constellation.
Getting really down and dirty into the story, don't fret, gals - there's a load of over six feet hotness going on, and our fave crazy couple is mostly sharing the lime light - they aren't separated for all that long. The sweetness/snarkiness/partnership going on between Kat and Daemon is out of this world, literally and metaphorically, and you wouldn’t believe the stuff they’d pull for and on each other. As for Daedalus, well, the things that you'll learn will disgust you (big, tasty brownie points to Miss Armentrout for villainous imaginatively. Yep, I really said that.). I loved the concept of the Origin – it was equal parts creepy and awe-inspiring, and totally not what I expected (spoiler alert, if you think it’s what will call the other Luxen to Earth as I did, I have to pat you too on the back, oh you misguided little thing). There’s a lot of mind-boggling truths and lies flying around at an amazing frequency, but the ass-kicking does not relent to the mind-boggles. The climactic action toward the end will have you singing “Viva, Las Vegas”, or maybe “Burn, baby, burn”.
Disclaimer: laughs, gasps, scoffs and swears are bound to permeate your thoughts and may even be expelled from your lips. It’s quite possible your teeth might fall out under the influence of so, SO many lovey-dovey scenes, even as hot as they are.
And I thought Opal ended on a hell of a cliffy... I mean, WTF, and that's not counting all the conflicting stuff right before the last page. To makes things even more interesting, at the beginning Daemon swears to burn down the world to get Kat back, and he quite managed to do so; at the end of Origin he swears again, and I’m telling you, that boy will end the series with an even bigger bang (can’t quite imagine how, but he will). Oh boy.
Soooooooooo… (big, watery, pleading eyes) when can I get the next one? ...more
New York to Dallas - the first in the thirty-plus bestselling book series by author J. D. Robb to break the “In Death” pattern of the titles, is a perNew York to Dallas - the first in the thirty-plus bestselling book series by author J. D. Robb to break the “In Death” pattern of the titles, is a perfect example of the “coming full circle” concept. Against the backdrop of the year 2060, it takes the reader into a near-future world of vices and crime by way of reawakening demons past.
The plotline deserves the distinction of the unusual title, as it is a turning point in the mythology of the books – having just about come to terms with her traumatic infancy, homicide Lieutenant Eve Dallas finds herself facing both old and new horrors when paedophile Isaac McQueen, who she caged as a rookie twelve years earlier, escapes prison and goes on the hunt again. Thirsting for vengeance, the killer draws her out and forces her to abandon New York, the city she had made her home turf, to return to Dallas, where her past rears up its ugly head and comes back to haunt her, this time not only in her nightmares, but also in the flesh. Eve has to race against time to avenge “all the girls” and to stop him from taking another life, even as bureaucracy and distrust rage within the team she does not know and is forced to work with…
A jewel in the series, the book drew fascinatingly all the psychological twists that churned inside Eve’s head as she dealt with the “skeletons in the closet” - from both her childhood and her beginnings as a cop, while out of her element and in pursuit of justice - a nerve-wrecking process, tempered only by the love and devotion of her husband and unofficial partner, Roarke. He jumps in without her having to ask and stands behind her even as he himself feels trapped and helpless in the wake of all the turmoil that is both inside and surrounding his “a ghrá”. And despite it all, Eve recognises the burden he bears, which was almost never the case in the beginning of the series but is becoming more and more the tendency as they proceed.
The Sylvia/Stella angle was sickening and sad, the character - striking with an almost implausible single-minded idiocy; she came out as shallow and hate-driven to the point of disturbing. There was less of Robb’s usual black humour and sarcasm to light up the story; at times the plot slowed overmuch, then almost raced through the climactic ending, and most of the endearingly eccentric characters that are a constant in the series took little, if any, part in this one. There were, however, some intriguing new ones – like the sisters Bree and Milinda Jones; there was some fun with the “overly-cheerful and friendly” bullpen of the Dallas division, and the “Galahad angle” coupled with Mira’s appearance was simply delicious, as was the ending itself.
Chilling and thoroughly engrossing, New York to Dallas is a milestone in the Eve Dallas chronicles which no Robb reader should miss. Strongly recommended to all lovers of deep, dark, psychological and criminal reads. ...more