Something of a disappointment, sadly. Richelle Mead seemed determined to make both Adrian and Sydney into superheroes, but just couldn't seem to managSomething of a disappointment, sadly. Richelle Mead seemed determined to make both Adrian and Sydney into superheroes, but just couldn't seem to manage to pull it off. The plot moved along rather predictably, I don't think I was surprised once.
I'm going to be re-reading this one in the very near future and will spell out my exact sense of this book at that time. Perhaps I'll like it better upon a re-read? I certainly hope so, but I'm not particularly optimistic.
***First edit*** - Okay, this is annoying. The "link" to the "EXCLUSIVE VIDEO MESSAGE FROM RICHELLE MEAD ABOUT THE EPIC CONCLUSION" blah, blah, blah takes you to a...YouTube Video. Which you can watch here. For those following along at home, that's shown at [loc 4708] on Kindle.
With all due respect, how dafuq is a YouTube video "Exclusive?" Or, excuse me, "EXCLUSIVE!!!!" Especially when it has a horrible audio track and doesn't actually say anything except to buy the next book? Blerg.
Gettin' annoyed here, gang. Gettin' annoyed here... ***End First Edit***
***Second Edit*** Oh, I get it,now...It is an UNLISTED Youtube video. That makes it a special snowflake of videos! Screw it, I'm not gonna edit my first edit. Why?
(a) The link doesn't actually say anything
(b) You can't click on it, either on Kindle OR in the Kindle Cloud Reader and actually go anywhere
(c) The more I'm thinking about it, the more annoyed I am at the continued descent of Adrian and Sydney into Betty Sue/Gary Stu-dom. Which I guess has nothing de jure to do with the link, but whatever. ***End Second Edit***...more
In terms of sheer entertainment, I think this is the best book I've read thus far in 2014. Zombies, vampires, dwarves, elves, set in a UK where the laIn terms of sheer entertainment, I think this is the best book I've read thus far in 2014. Zombies, vampires, dwarves, elves, set in a UK where the laws of physics have changed (think Ariel) told from the perspective of a rather bemused Realtor-in-Training who has just been Zombified (think the Dan Shamble series, at least back when that one was good). ...more
**spoiler alert** Too silly by far, but, as I've always noted as I sit in the balcony snickering, weirdly compelling. At least this time around there**spoiler alert** Too silly by far, but, as I've always noted as I sit in the balcony snickering, weirdly compelling. At least this time around there were no gross distortions of history, and I suppose the inherent goofiness and outright camp of angels qua demons qua vampires has hit me in the face so often I'm down to a minor chuckle at the thought of Angel Garbrielle every time that bit pops up.
No, no, I suppose what I'm really waiting for is some sort of "revelation" that Jesus Christ was really a Blue Blood. Ditto at least a few of the Apostles, with Judas Iscariot as (hey, let's let it run, shall we?) a Silver Blood as well as a betrayer. Thirty pieces of silver, no? Though upon, oh, .02 seconds of reflection I suppose I must acknowledge that perhaps that is a bit too much, if not for the fans who seem to hoover this modern day penny dreadful up with a nonexistent critical faculty probably for the publisher. Who has to try and sell books to as wide an audience as possible, including venues where they might actually take their Christianity seriously. More's the pity. That would be a hoot in addition to following logically from everything else I've noticed in the first three books.
So in sum whatever deep-seated flaw personality flaw it is that keeps me chugging along in this series is still at it. The only line drawn being that while I'll waste my time with this series, I'll not pay for it.
PS: The statue of Jesus motioning that he caught a fish THIS BIG is still gazing down over Rio's harbor, safe and sound. Yeah, I had to check. Shoulda known better, but she made me look.
PPS: The above postscript means a "spoiler" tag on this review, in all conscience. Phooey. Thought I could do this one without one.
PPPS: The one negative review I've read thus far has me scratching my head. You, umm, just NOW noticed that this series layers hyperbole on top of nonsense on top of foolishness? As Oliver Hazard Perry (the admiral, not the conduit/familiar, and no hyphen) supposedly said "Don't give up the ship!" I mean, if you could tolerate 15 year old chick on chick action with details thrown in about flesh colored band aids for nipples (as in volume 1), what's so hard to take in the third installment? Just curious is all....more
I let this one sit for a bit before writing a review. I was looking to see if I mentally discovered some merit to this work I'd missed upon finishingI let this one sit for a bit before writing a review. I was looking to see if I mentally discovered some merit to this work I'd missed upon finishing it, the sort of thing that comes after a bit of reflection. But, nope. Still of the same mind, for better or worse.
So: Quite an entertainment, a better than average way to the pass the time, but still and all both disposable and forgettable. What was it Stephen King once remarked? Something about his novels being the equivalent of fast-food, but that he hoped better than average fast food. Well Big Steve-o sometimes hits and sometimes misses that mark, at least from where I'm sitting. But this book met and exceeded my expectations in that category. Literary fast food, yes, but very, very tasty for all that. *Burp.* Ahhh.
I'm going to forebear giving a rating here, since one handicap the book had -- at least as I viewed it on my kindle -- was not the author's fault. NamI'm going to forebear giving a rating here, since one handicap the book had -- at least as I viewed it on my kindle -- was not the author's fault. Namely, everything was in black and white. Duh, I suppose, but this seriously detracted from the whole reading experience. And it also isn't fair to criticize the author for brevity in certain areas, since going into the book it is made perfectly clear that that's what is aimed for.
On balance I suppose if I were to ignore the issue my now seemingly out of date Kindle caused I'd give the book at least three stars. But if I did not I'd probably think two stars a fair rating...so I skip that whole business and move on.
And, I suppose this book also wasn't exactly what I was looking for. What I'm more interested in at this point is figuring out what camera to buy, rather than getting into the nuts and bolts of photo compoosition. But, again, no false advertising or misleading statements I can complain about. So I'll happily take what I was given in that area, and shaddup and move along. (FTR, what was given seemed both balanced and in reasonable detail when he did discuss the advantages and disadvantages of different camera types.)...more
Why do we always come here? I'd really like to know, It's like a kind of torture To have to watch this show!
Ladies and gentlemen, a m**spoiler alert**
Why do we always come here? I'd really like to know, It's like a kind of torture To have to watch this show!
Ladies and gentlemen, a moment of silence. I now present the immortal Statler and Wardolf. Why? They reach the heights I aspire to when I review books like this. I read 'em like I eat ham & cheese Hot Pockets™, the remnants of taste and general concern for my personal well-being overawed by a sort of vile satiation, forcing a retreat in a general rout from the battlefield of my consciousness as I shove 'em down my maw.
But, why, oh, why do I continue to give the logical errors, gaping plot holes and general silliness of this whole series a pass? What we got this time:
>>>> Bliss & Schulyer go tearing off to a photo shoot on Montserrat (more on this anon), apparently being such super-competent 15 year olds they neither need nor want anything so dowdy as a chaperone.
>>>Schulyer is sent off to live with her erstwhile uncle at the end of the book. Okay, does this make her and Mimi cousins of a sort? But as amusing as that whole bit may or may not shake out, what I found intriguing was the way the author displayed a colossal ignorance of family law and the antics accompanying probate. If nothing else, a judge would yank a 15 y/o in from of them to find out what the kid herself wanted. Not that they would necessarily grant it, but it would weigh heavily in their decision. And was Cordelia's counsel so grossly inadequate that her will was promptly turned into toilet paper? (Though here as elsewhere, the rich and famous are indeed different. Typically they use trusts, even in jurisdictions probate taxes aren't onerous, to keep their assets out of a public court filing. Which wills are. But somebody should still be thinkin' malpractice here.)
>>> Yep. Mimi is selfish. Yep. She didn't call up a hi-yo "Silver Blood." No argument there. But, umm, she did want to and did indeed attempt to murder Schulyer, right? And Shulyer drinky-ed de blood, found out the "truth" but somehow missed that l'il ol' nugget? And grandpa Clampitt or whatever his name is did as well? (Else why call her "innocent?" Mimi = innocent like a barracuda. I think. Or at least until the author decides otherwise.)
>>> Mimi and Jack share EVERYTHING. Or so the books say, here there and everywhere. Yet, Jack either does not know or does not care about the attempted murder tartuffery. But, logically, it must be the latter not the former, based upon what the reader is spoon-fed. So: What every girlie is looking for a boyfriend...one who doesn't give a shit when it comes to their attempted murder. Cool beans. I guess, upon reflection, this may top the topless 15 y/o chick on chick action of the last book?
>>>>Montserrat - Interestingly, I'm the one who learned something here. I had a vague sense that the island had had a volcanic eruption or two (check), had suffered massive hurricane damage (check) and had been damn near abandoned (nope.) Two thirds of the island is indeed uninhabited and likely uninhabitable for a good while to come, but it is merely implausible that they'd do a "shoot" there. Not impossible, as I first thought. Learn something new every day. I also had a vague sense that the book had mentioned the volcanic fun, but either I am hopeless using my Kindle's search feature (very possible), my Kindle's search feature is itself hopeless (ditto), or both of the above. Or the word "volcano" is in fact never mentioned in the book. When for some weird reason I thought it had been.
>>>>Miscellany: Who sent the text to Schulyer for the apres-bash? Bliss didn't, Mimi sure as hell didn't, so...was it the work of them thar hi yo Silver Bloods? Or Jack? Dunno. And why all the anguish by Bliss over letting a 'red-skin-blood' in on the party secret? There were redskins-bloods galore there any nobody blinked an eye at their presence. Oh, yeah, lastly, how did merely moving to Shanghai make somebody turn from Europid to Oriental again? Especially since the little boy blue bloods aren't exactly keen on interbreeding with the local population wherever they should find themselves. We dunno, we aren't told. Yes, there's the shape-shifty bidness, but that is apparently (a) only temporary and (b) only done powerful little boy blue bloods. Not those not in possession of their full little boy blue blood powers. So, wha' gives there?
In any event:
Waldorf: That was a medium sketch (errm, book). Statler: What? Waldorf: Well, it wasn't rare, and it certainly wasn't well-done. Both: Ho-ho-ho.
Yep. Time for me to join the immortals back in their peanut gallery. And like them, some obviously deep character flaw keeps me comin' back. I think I used the phrase "oddly compelling" in my review of the first book. Sums it up nicely. ...more
**spoiler alert** An amusing diversion, and one that seems so determined to take itself seriously that that becomes part of the amusement. But, eh, gi**spoiler alert** An amusing diversion, and one that seems so determined to take itself seriously that that becomes part of the amusement. But, eh, give it a pass. So what if history is garbled beyond all recognition or even the remotest relationship to fact? So what if goofiness, implausibility and downright silliness run amuck? Stuff that had me chuckling:
>>> How the heck did Miles Standish supposedly get from Plymouth to North Carolina again? Hop on the shuttle from Logan (or would TF Green be closer?) to Charlotte and then used frequent flyer miles to rent a BMW for the long drive following? Makes as much sense as as other possible explanation...none of which were forthcoming from the author
>>> Oh, and the above only applies if you somehow ignore the fact that the Mayflower sailed in 1620, and the Roanoake colony was gone by 1610 at the latest. And probably quite a bit before that. And that, in any event, both Spanish and English expeditions came across the remains of the colony before 1620. (And this ain't rocket science, people. Sheesh.)
>>> 400? 400 what? IF the Roanoake colony was all or mostly all 'blue bloods,' and IF they disappeared as a result of getting snacked upon by 'silver bloods,' that would knock somewhere between 50 and maybe as many as 100 off of the Blue Blood roll call. Forever. And this says nothing about how many possibly died in Plymouth Plantation itself as a result of possible Silver Blood fun 'n games. Oh, and did they have a 'war' with the 'silver-bloods' during the reign of Caligula where no blue-bloods got sucked dry? So, just how many are there as the story opens? Can't see how it totes to anywhere near 400, personally.
>>> Archangel Gabrielle? ROFL. 'Nuff said there.
>> I wonder what ol' Cordelia would've thought of her (semi-, sorta-, etc.) 15 y/o granddaughter prancing around topless in a simulated bit of hot chick on chick action? Or that it would appear ten times bigger than life on a billboard in Times Square? All those pontifications about how 'pure' blue-bloods are supposed to be contra those naughty 'red-bloods.' Message received by Schuyler? I think not. In fact, nobody seems to be bothered by that whole bit at all. Not even the senator who's daughter was up there for the whole world to gawk at. (Think it would help his re-election bid? In this day and age, who can say?) Ranges from tawdry to downright oogie from where I'm sittin'. But I guess, eh, I don't even care to guess any more. But I gotta think the author didn't think things through quite enough here.
>>> How in tarnation did Dylan wind up at that school if he had 'no interest' in doing the blue-blood thing? And, I'm actually kinda mystified about how one generation becomes the next anyways. Were or were not Dylan's parents 'blue-bloods?' I guess they'd have to be? Had they also actively shunned blue blood life, too?
I could go on, but, nah. And despite the author's obvious challenges with reconciling history, geography, simple arithmetic and age of consent laws to that funny critter known as "reality," the hell with it. It is a silly book. And for whatever reason still kind of a compelling read. Even if I say that being able to offer no reason why I say that.
How strange to go into a review full of groveling apologies. I liked this book a great deal through, say, the first quarter of it. But something aboutHow strange to go into a review full of groveling apologies. I liked this book a great deal through, say, the first quarter of it. But something about the writing style became rather tiresome to my eyes after that point. And, most peculiar of all, I'm not so sure the issue is with the book as much it is with, well, me. But I just could not get over, or under, or around a sense of the author as a very obvious puppeteer, blatantly pulling strings and trying to show her readers just how amazingly clever she is, rather than interested in spinning a decent yarn.
What bothers me most is that on one level I can sort of admit the appeal of this style, but that it may just be I happened to pick the book up at a moment in my life when frippery like this simply would not grab me. (FWIW, after reading several of the Tuesday Next books I came to a similar conclusion regarding Jasper Fforde. Though the descent from liking it to being overcome by the lack of substance and relentlessly cute style to the point of nausea was far slower.)
Eh, I suppose the final takeaway from this concerns an admittedly rather curious image in my mind of jelly doughnuts. I rather like them when they're well made, but no matter how well made they are I have no real interest in eating three dozen of them in one sitting. And, yes, ultimately that's where this book left me. So, on that downright bizarre thought I leave this book and this series behind me. (Bizarre as in I have no idea where such a conceit comes to me from. The part of my subconscious that always wanted to be a police officer? If so, it is a deeply repressed and hidden element lurking there, indeed.)...more
Decided mixed bag. Some interesting elements mixed in with an overwhelming sense I was reading something produced on an assembly line. To be fair, I'vDecided mixed bag. Some interesting elements mixed in with an overwhelming sense I was reading something produced on an assembly line. To be fair, I've read enough of Patterson's book to have an idea, in general terms, what to and not to expect, but I think this is a series I just don't feel any overwhelming urge to continue on with, at least for now. But I've also read far worse in my time, so I suppose I can't completely rule out returning to the series at some point.
Can I even name the six bird/humans? Max, Iggy, Fang, The Gasman, Angel, and Thorn. And of course the bad guys Jeb and his mutant son Ari. One thing I will say for sure, this book did not hold up very well upon re-reading. I'd read it last summer and for some odd reason it was one of about a month's worth of books during July/August 2012 I never bothered to record on GR. I recall it as being much more interesting the first time through....more
Despite the fact that I'm now within spitting distance of 50 (sob) I've been reading and quite enjoying a great deal of YA fiction lately. Sadly, thisDespite the fact that I'm now within spitting distance of 50 (sob) I've been reading and quite enjoying a great deal of YA fiction lately. Sadly, this one fell flat.
Although tolerable, in the sense that (a) I might read at least one more book in this series, and (b) I did finish it, it is not going to be a series of books I'm going to be on any particular look-out for during library visits or for sale. The main character is more annoying than anything else, the aliens on his "list" are simply preposterous, and -- fairly or not -- I have sense of this thing rolling down an assembly line with some sort of checklist at the end to make sure all the requisite parts are there.
And I'm a bit disappointed. This one had nothing that grabbed me the way either the Maximum Ride or the Witch and Wizard series of books did. I'd say check either or both of series out before touching this one....more