Damn. Damn damn damn. You know what I was not expecting? To be so ridiculously attracted to an Arum. That's what I was not expecting. We've spent, whaDamn. Damn damn damn. You know what I was not expecting? To be so ridiculously attracted to an Arum. That's what I was not expecting. We've spent, what? Three books now over in the Lux world talking about how horrible evil OMGNO the Arum were and then here comes Hunter. Hunter, who makes me feel things. IN MY PANTS. Hunter, who turns me into a giddy school girl excited about shadows and life force sucking aliens.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME, ARMENTROUT? THIS ISN'T NATURAL.
OH. LOOK AT THAT. JUST WHEN I GAINED THE ABILITY TO TURN OFF MY CAPS LOCK SUDDENLY THIS HAPPENS AND I FEEL ALL THESE FEELINGS.
Okay. That was the initial .gif freak out. I know. It was a little overboard. I understand. But seriously? SERIOUSLY? SEEEERRRRIOUSLY? That ending? THAT ENDING? Why? WHY WOULD YOU EVEN? WHAT THE. THAT IS NOT OKAY. This. I'm. What. WHY. Why would you even? What the.. I just.
I. Can't. Even. I CAN'T EVEN. I CAN NOT EVEN AT ANY POINT. WTactualF. You are making me feel things right now, Armentrout. Things in my heart that hurt. You are hurting me.
I...I need to call someone. I need to talk to someone about this.
12/10/12 Okay. I think I'm ready to talk about things like an intelligent, coherent adult. WARNING: Everything from this point on will most likely involve spoilers and/or gifs. I understand how some people on here are all, "OMG REVIEWS FULL OF GIFS ARE SO LAZY!" This maybe so, however, I also haven't bothered putting on pants today or fixing my hair or anything that requires much effort, so.. yeah. There's a theme here, is what I'm saying. BASICALLY, CONTINUE WITH THIS REVIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Me for majority of Opal:
Things are still happening in the Lux world. Crazy shit. Banana sandwich shit. Like Blake. Remember that guy? Of course you do. HE KILLED ADAM AND WE HATE BLAKE. BLAKE CAN DIE IN ALL THE FIRES. Except now he's back and blackmailing our alien and freak-hybrid so..awkward. And Dee? Our girl? Yeah. She's giving us the finger. Well, not exactly. But she's snubbing us and can we really blame her? She lost her hunka hunka burning freaky-light-being love and we'd probably react the same way if we lost Daemon. Right? Right. But, seriously. Come on, Dee. You added a level of awesome to these books that's hard to achieve with you off moodying it up with Ash & Andrew.
Also: ASH. What a bitch. Gawd.
But Dawson. We have Dawson back.
And he is precious. And extremely damaged. And pining for his freaky-hybrid Lady Love Beth who is still in the DOD's clutches. And he's slightly unstable. Just slightly. But seriously. Precious. I'm here to comfort you, Dawson! And/or touch your glow stick! Whatever makes you feel better!
You know what was fabulous about Opal that we didn't see in Obsidian or Onyx? NO WHEEBLING FROM KATY! She wasn't over there all, "DAEMON ONLY LIKES ME BECAUSE OF THIS WEIRD HEAL-Y CONNECTION THING WE HAVE GOING ON!" "I like him, but I don't like-like him. Because he's a jerk! A hot jerk! But a JERK." "Yes, I might be sexually attracted to him and wanted to do bad things with his glowstick, but dammit, I also want to be normal too and WHY DOES FURNITURE KEEP MOVING WITHOUT ME TOUCHING IT? GOD. GO BACK TO THE CORNER, UGLY ARMCHAIR." Katy and Daemon are a thing now and there's no back and forths. We have succumbed to the power of the lit-from-within alien love and now we're just going to spend an entire book trying to get it on and BEING INTERRUPTED EVERY SINGLE TIME, GOD, YOU KIDS. HANG A SOCK ON THE DOOR OR SOMETHING. LET THESE PEOPLE KNOW NOT TO KNOCK.
Also. Clarrisa. FOREVER SAD FACE. Seriously though. The flu? You bought that, Katy? Come on. Does anyone EVER get the simple flu in these types of stories? Of course they don't. You should know better, Ms. Book Blogger. Seriously.
Here's what I absolutely love about these books though, aside from Katy and Daemon's chemistry, which is still smoking or maybe that's just Daemon I don't know it's probably Daemon: This was not a filler. Three books in and things are still getting real, shit's still happening and our story is moving forward. Inching at times, only to leap at others, but we're still moving and Armentrout is not afraid to kill off characters, maim others, or just generally fuck some shit up. LIKE WILL. GOD. FUCK WILL. Armentrout is not afraid to tackle ugly. She's not afraid to bring it. LIKE IN THE FORM OF AIRBORNE ONYX. Holy shit. Awesome.
Or Blake creeping in to Katy's bed at night. BECAUSE THAT'S NOT CREEPY AT ALL, BLAKE. WTF. WEIRDO.
And the end. STILL. Good lord. WHY. Haven't we been good to you, Armentrout? Haven't we loved you and fangirled you and worshiped Daemon enough? Why would you do that? Why would you set out to hurt us so deeply? That wasn't a cliffhanger. You shoved us off the freaking cliff. Left us with an Arum surrounded by lasers and the DOD. (Okay. The lasers were cool. I'll admit that.)
What is it about these books that turns me into a simpering fangirl? Armentrout, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? This shit is awfDaemon! OMG I STILL LU, BB!
What is it about these books that turns me into a simpering fangirl? Armentrout, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? This shit is awful. It's so so bad. I know it's bad. You know it's bad. BUT OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH. It's sexy and adorable and things keep happening and there's WTFness and pushing and pulling and the Department of Defense creeping around and death and Daemon. There's so much Daemon. Pretty, pretty alien Daemon.
REALLY? STOP WITH THE KITTEN SHIT. SERIOUSLY. CAN YOU GET ANYMORE CONDESCENDING? Omg Daemon, ILU, BB.
So, the other day Nina texted me all, "Hey, FacebREALLY? STOP WITH THE KITTEN SHIT. SERIOUSLY. CAN YOU GET ANYMORE CONDESCENDING? Omg Daemon, ILU, BB.
So, the other day Nina texted me all, "Hey, Facebook informs me you're reading Obsidian. How goes it?" And I launch into this mini rant about how gimmicky Katy feels, what with her love of books and her blog and the gardening. Like, it doesn't feel real. I'm not buying it. It feels forced. It feels like an attempt to make Katy less of a shell of a girl, a pair of pants character, but still making it to where the readers can slip her on. "LOOK! SHE LIKES TO READ! SHE'S JUST LIKE ME!" And that leads into the whole "Guy Next Door is a Dick" talk and when are we gonna stop with this tired pony and wouldn't KATE be a natural shortening of Katy? & Nina pipes up with how it feels like Armentrout was just going off the words, "drop the 'y', make it Kat" rather than taking into consideration how people talk and the next thing I know I'm saying, "THIS IS KINDA AWFUL BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I'M HAVING 2007 FLASHBACKS. KYLE XY UP IN THE HEEZY!"
Oh, God, guys. It was kinda bad, right? So very 90's and Roswell, the days of the over the top teen melodramas. AND THAT'S WHY I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I used this explanation before, but it works for Obsidian too, I think. This was a Big Mac. This shit is so bad for you and it's gonna give you hellified indigestion and you know at some point you're probably going to feel deep shame about the way you inhaled it then fiend for seconds, but OMG MOAR TRANS FAT PLZ. SUPER SIZE IT.
Daemon is such a jackass. Total Mr. Darcy up in this bitch and dammit, I fell for him. I fell for him hard. Like I'm willing to have his freaky half-light alien babies. I don't want to feel this way, guys. But I'm sick. I know this Big Mac probably does not have a single healthy ingredient. It's not even real food. That shit does not mold. I seen the picture on Facebook, but I don't even care because it's delicious in a shameful, fatty mcfat fat way. YES, CAN I GET EXTRA SPECIAL SAUCE ON MY LUXEN? COOL. MAKE THE DRINK A DIET.
Katy is kinda an awful heroine. Not Lucinda Price awful but the girl doesn't have much sense. She's a freaking honing beacon for trouble (literally!) & all Plain Jane But Not Really Cause Super Special Boy Likes Her & isn't this the shit that I usually bitch about? I KNOW BUT SOMEHOW IT WORKS HERE. Or I'm weak after reading Fallen.
There's just something so guilty pleasure awful about this series. I want to hate it, I know I should hate it, but dammit, y'all. I'm sick. It's the 90s girl in me that watched Roswell. The girl who later watched Kyle XY & Smallville. Do I have an alien fetish? Omg I totally have an alien fetish, don't I?