I did not think it was possible for Armentrout to create a character that I loved more than Obsidian's Daemon. I mean, it's Daemon we're talking aboutI did not think it was possible for Armentrout to create a character that I loved more than Obsidian's Daemon. I mean, it's Daemon we're talking about. He of the inner light and super freaky alien moves and possible glow worm private parts. Daemon. He of all my fangirl dreams.
That was before I met Aiden St. Delphi.
OH, AIDEN. CAN WE HAVE BABIES? WE SHOULD HAVE BABIES. SWEET LITTLE HALF-BLOOD BABIES.
I loved Alex in all the ways and for all the reasons I loved Vampire Academy's Rose. And yes, yes, I get the parallels between the two books. I see them. I recognize them. I understand that this angered a great many a people, but you know, even with the similarities that were there, even with Alex bearing a resemblance to Rose, there was enough differences there, subtle at times, that I didn't feel like I was reading the same book. Listen, there's room enough on our bookshelves for two kickass, strong heroines who happen to belong to a super secret society and school that pumps out warriors against bad guys. We can have more than one. It's okay. It's even okay that Aiden is training Alex in the same way that Dimitri trained Rose after Alex and Rose spent time in the mortal world. Aiden is not Dimitri and the Covenant is not St. Vladimir's and while Alex and Rose share an awesome gene, they are not the same person either.
There's a lot of things I could be talking about here, the Apollyon, the freaky weird daimons, the pureblood-halfblood caste system, Lucian because WHAT IS HIS DEAL, the emotional conflict of Alex and her mother, KAIN BECAUSE SERIOUSLY THAT WASN'T CREEPY AND HORRIBLE NOT AT ALL, and maybe I'll touch on those things later. Or maybe I won't. Because like an addict, I went and bought the rest of the books in the series before I was even halfway through this one and now they're beckoning me from my Kindle.
Have you ever been hungry, starving really, and desperately craving something, but yet you couldn't put your finger on exactly what it is you're craviHave you ever been hungry, starving really, and desperately craving something, but yet you couldn't put your finger on exactly what it is you're craving? Then, you make or order something out of desperation, just to quiet that gnawing in your stomach and as soon as that something hits your tastebuds, your eyes close and you sigh, and it's like a hundred little mouth orgasms firing off in your mouth at the same time? It's the pure bliss of finding that one thing that not only killed your hunger but satisfied your craving.
This was Angelfall.
I skipped over it many times in my quest to find something to devour. I stumbled on other books that were good but they just didn't hit the spot. I was missing that something. I couldn't find it. I couldn't even put my finger on what it was, anything that would aid in my search for it. All along it was there, showing up on my Goodreads lists and recommendations. Yelling for me to pay attention, to try this post-apocalyptic story about a girl out to find her sister and this wounded angel she blackmails into helping her.
Penryn is everything, everything, I like in my heroines. This girl is tough. This girl can kick your ass. This girl is battle scarred and resourceful and a fighter and a survivor. She takes care of her family, her crazy mom who suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and her handicapped little sister, and she will do anything to keep them together and safe. Even if that means teaming up with the enemy. When the End Days are knocking on your door, this is the girl you want on your team, having your back. She's full of dry humor and self aware and so painfully loyal it's enough to squeeze your guts. AND SHE GROWS. As a character, right in front of our eyes, Penryn grows and hot damn, I realized how much I miss that. Seeing character growth. It's a rare, but beautiful, thing.
Raffe is a fucking dream. I will refrain from saying what kind of dream he is, because the walls have ears and the children might be listening.
He's cocky and a smartass and arrogant and a freaking angel and even when his wings have been ripped off his back, he will take you the eff out. He's noble and rough and rude and devastingly pretty. He is no Daniel from Fallen. Not our Raffe. Our Raffe is a certified BAD ASS. No purple eyes or downy wings for this piece of heavenly manmeat! (Okay, so his wings are downy but they're not attached and Penryn does cut some of the feathers off, because she's awesome) Raffe starts off as an ass and stays an ass, but it works so bloody well here, this full of himself angel who you can see falling for the human girl, The Daughter of Man. And beautifully, thankfully, fuck yes, it's a gorgeous thing, his unwilling attraction for her, or her him, does not drive the story. It's not the whole plot. Hot damn. It's fabulous.
The whole story was just...effing a. Top notch. It had a little of everything, and just enough underhanded attraction between Penryn and Raffe to make the fangirl in me squeal. There's angel fights and human resistance and buildings being blown sky high. There's a precarious, desperate relationship between the healthy daughter and the mentally unstable mother, children who are being taken and turned into something dangerous and unpredictable, and heavenly politics that are both confusing and exciting, because they hint at so. much. more. awesomeness to come. I'm excited. No. I'm more than excited. I'm completely bloody stoked about this series, about this broken world and this girl trying to navigate it, who tracked her sister down, with her crazy mom shadowing somewhere in the night behind her, only to find the sister is not what she once was. Who might be falling for an angel who might also be falling for her.
My inner fangirl has been engaged. Bring on Book 2. Let's do this....more
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.
There's some zombie books where things constantly happen. There's constant fights and narrow escapes and the entire story, you're on the edge of your
There's some zombie books where things constantly happen. There's constant fights and narrow escapes and the entire story, you're on the edge of your seat, waiting for the next thing to happen.
This is Not a Test isn't that book.
It starts off with a bang, the dead have risen and they're tearing up the streets, and then we jump. And we're suddenly inside the high school, with a group of 5 others, and the zombies are outside but the real conflict is inside. Both in the halls between the survivors and inside our protagonist, Sloane, who didn't want to be a survivor in the first place.
That's not to say stuff doesn't happen. It does. And somehow, those scenes are even more powerful because they aren't constantly happening. You don't get desensitized to it like you would in the Constantly Happening books. They hit harder. Because it's like "internal, internal, internal, BAM! EXTERNAL, BITCHES! ZOMBIES ALL UP IN YOUR GRILL!"
Sloane is a compelling character. She's a mess, and rightly so. She's suicidal and her heart is a mangled muscle inside her chest and she finds herself going along with this kids she knew before, but her mangled heart isn't in the surviving. She's a bystander, waiting for her wait out. A way out that won't injure or kill one of the others, because even though she wants to end it all, she doesn't want to be selfish about it.
I can't heap enough praise on this book. It's not a pretty story. Dear God, it's not a pretty story, but it's powerful. It's brutal and unmerciful and gritty but it's realistic, or as realistic as a book that has zombies in it can be, anyway. Even though Sloane's outlook is bleak, you find yourself hoping enough for the both of you. You want this girl to survive, you want things to be okay for her, even when she doesn't.
And Summers' writing? Hot damn. This girl wields a pen like an emeffing knife.
"I wouldn't have left you like that. Not like she did to me." I swallow hard. "She always said I'd die without her and she left anyway." "But you didn't die," He says. "I did," I say. "I'm just waiting for the rest of me to catch up."
"I will see my father in every anger."
SEE! SEE WHAT I MEAN! LIKE A KNIFE!
Do what you have to do. Beg. Borrow. Steal from your daddy's wallet. Get this book. Read it. You might not love it, but you won't put it down until you're done, and I guarantee you'll feel something....more
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?
I love absolutely everything Stephen King does. Everything. But I have a special place in my heart for his epic length novels. UThe King has returned.
I love absolutely everything Stephen King does. Everything. But I have a special place in my heart for his epic length novels. Under the Dome & The Stand will always be two of my very favorite books. When I heard about 11/22/63, I was so insanely geeked. I've been completely fascinated with the Kennedy assassination since I was really young. I grew up hearing about it from my grandma, who still talks about it like it happened yesterday. If I'm being honest, I believe Oswald acted alone, but the conspiracy theories? They never get old and I'm always ready to entertain them.
King took on this bloody stain in American history in his usual style, giving it a supernatural twist that was a thing of beauty. He mingled time travel with this quest to save Kennedy and "right" Johnson's later "wrongs." And he did this all while telling the story of Jake in the past and how he had to adjust to the time, only to become caught up in the era. It never dragged, despite the length. King is a champ at keeping a story moving, weaving in important plot points, even when nothing is happening.
We got to see Oswald through the eyes of Jake and know him as a person, not just the monster fated to kill a loved president. We revisited Derry and found that it's still creepy and wrong. We fell in love with a librarian alongside Jake and we learned that the past does not want to be changed. We discovered harmony, not as we always understood it, not in the sweet way we've always thought of it. No. We learned that it can be brutal and awful and it will fight to the bloody end should you to try to change the tune, even slightly.
I'm not going to say it's his best work, but it's up there and I'm proud to be a King's girl through & through. That man could tell a story about his grocery list and make it gold....more
I live in NC, about an hour and a half from Asheville. Once, on a trip to visit family back in TN, we took a side trip where we passed right by the BiI live in NC, about an hour and a half from Asheville. Once, on a trip to visit family back in TN, we took a side trip where we passed right by the Biltmore Estate. My sister and I immediately made plans to go back some day for their tours, because even the outside is breathtaking. The original Vanderbilts were pretty well known for their generosity and the attitude they had towards their staff, which was pretty much unheard of back in those days. A pretty interesting family, those Vanderbilts, and philanthropists through and through. Gotta love that.
Maid to Match is a fictional story set in the very real Biltmore Mansion and it's adorable. Like cuddle-it-close sweet. Tillie has dreams of becoming a lady's maid, but that dream has been drilled into her thanks to her mother. It's not really hers, but she believes in it and suddenly has the chance to make it happen. Until Mack comes along that is. Mack, who takes a position as a footman though he has no desire to stick around for any real length of time. If Tillie is a sweet, charming girl, Mack is the stuff of dreams. Seriously. This boy can follow me around attempting to woo me any day.
Their attraction never felt rushed or awkward, even though it kicks off almost immediately upon meeting. There was the normal push and pull that's so prevalent in romance novels, but it worked and worked well. There was reasons for it. Good reasons. And it added to the sweetness of the getting together, when Tillie finally gives in.
This was the first novel I've read by Deeanne Gist, but I'm a believer now myself. Hand me over more. I'll read every one of them if they're anything as adorable as this....more
It's been two weeks since I finished it and my thoughts on it are still stars I can't fathom into constellations. (DID U C WUT I THAR?) So, instead, aIt's been two weeks since I finished it and my thoughts on it are still stars I can't fathom into constellations. (DID U C WUT I THAR?) So, instead, allow me to review this beautifully heart destroying book in gif form.
First I was like:
Because: "SQUEE! JOHN GREEN! I LOVE JOHN GREEN!"
Then I was like:
"....This is about cancer kids. Is there anything sadder than cancer kids?"
But then, I was all:
"Whatever. It's John Green."
Then I started reading. And I fell in love with Hazel.
..AND THEN. I met Augustus.
And there was some laughs, and some fabulous quotes and an international trip and THEN AND THEN AND THEN:
AUGUSTUS! NOT YOU, BB!
And then, pretty much, for the rest of the book, I was like this:
And now, even two weeks later, every time I think about it, I'm like this:
I did something I usually never do. I bought the second book. I bought the second book as soon as I finished the first book because, yes, I loved it tI did something I usually never do. I bought the second book. I bought the second book as soon as I finished the first book because, yes, I loved it that hard.
And the thing about the loving it and the hard is, bottom line, Hollowmen is not some great literary work. It's not. The writing is good, but it's not great. Remy is an interesting character but she's not the bestest character that ever charactered. And the idea behind The Hollows isn't even that original - but something about it, man, it just draws you in and you can't stop turning the page (or hitting the next button. Whatever.) It's the way Remy keeps going. It's the way she makes things happen rather than letting them happen to her. It's the way she loses people and things and she keeps going. She keeps going for her brother, who motivates her in the same way Prim motivated Katniss from Hunger Games, and she keeps going because it's the new normal. Zombie attacks and lion pets and enemies that turn into friends but sometimes turn into zombies, it's life now and you either roll with the punches or you ..well..get your face eaten off.
Is there a third? Will there be a third? Because, Hocking, I'll read it. You keep writing about zombies and I'll keep putting money in your pocket....more
"The Yellowstone Caldera has erupted once every 600,000 years. We're 40,000 years overdue."
With that warning, we're plunged into a world where The Yel"The Yellowstone Caldera has erupted once every 600,000 years. We're 40,000 years overdue."
With that warning, we're plunged into a world where The Yellowstone Caldera's eruption is no longer overdue. It's happened & in A Land of Ash, the survivors are dealing with the aftermath.
Each story is written by a different author about a different survivor or set of survivors. Part of what makes this work so well, aside from the smooth transition between stories & authors, is that the characters are so relateable. They could be your friends, family, neighbors or you yourself. In the few pages you're with them, they are easy to care about, to grow attached to, and find yourself rooting for.
To me, if a book sticks with you long after you put it down, it's a good story. A Land of Ash accomplished that. From the disturbing tale of an old woman traveling towards the ash cloud in "Toward the Storm" to the bittersweet tale of the old man dying to protect his "adopted" granddaughter in "The One Who Matters", these stories get under you skin & leave you thinking long after that last page is read....more
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, for me I started off Kenyon's DH series with Ash's book and because of that, all the otUnfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, for me I started off Kenyon's DH series with Ash's book and because of that, all the other Dark Hunters seem to pale in comparison. Because how can you compare them to that tortured, beautiful hero that is Ash? Answer: you can't.
That was until I got my hands on Zarek's book. Zarek is no Ash, but he holds his own in my heart. He's tortured, he's beautiful and he's so damn understandable that even when he's being a Class A Jackass, you can't help but want to take his book to bed with you and snuggle it. And maybe figure out a way to rip Zarek from the pages and do...uh..unspeakable things to him.
I loved Astrid, which was surprising, because so often the Love Interest is just there. An element needed for the story, but nothing more. Astrid, with her spunk, her commitment to The Right Thing and her ability to screw the rules and damn the consequences for her man had me cheering for the pair the get. Add in Simi and Sasha and Dance With the Devil easily became one of my favorites in the series. ...more