And if these statements are true, then the characters are the amoebas that are aggressively attacking the patient and the plot is the brain tumour that will bring it to its tragic end.
Because let's be honest, this book was a bad idea.
It would be as if I woke up tomorrow and decided it was a terrific stroke of genius to wear my purple sombrero to the office. (Yes I do have one)
I am willing to let this one slide, however. Because I'm a forgiving individual and I want Lauren Oliver to succeed and make embarrassing amounts of money. I want this for her because I adored Before I Fall and I suspect she has a few more of the likes of those left in her back pocket before she generates any more of this garbage. Right Dr. Oliver?
And with that promise in mind, I am GENEROUSLY awarding 2 stars: one for the writing, and one for the... uh... because that's just how I roll, bitches.
I was sucked in by the high ratings for this series. And the fact that I couldn't go anywhere on GR without this l It's your fault.
All you Goodreaders.
I was sucked in by the high ratings for this series. And the fact that I couldn't go anywhere on GR without this little red paperback popping up and waving at me. 'Read me. Love me. I'm totally worth it' blah blaaahh.
Where were the characters??? Seriously. Where were they? WHY were they?
I could not for the life of me identify who was who and why they were there. And WHY did they fall in love? Are you, J.R.Ward, trying to sell me this idea of love-at-first-sight-but-first-I'm-going-to-shag-him-senseless-to-be-sure, again????
Don't misunderstand me Goodreaders. I'm not adverse to filth on paper. Sex is brilliant. It's fun. I wish I had more of it. But surely there has to be more than just sex and filth to a good romance?
I need suspense. I need the romance to develop. Goddammit I need a heads-up before the clothes come off.
I will not continue with this series. I will, however, keep this little red book on the bottom shelf should the need for quick filth arise in future.
But before we head down the path of outrageous incest, I will say that City of Ashes was better than City of BWell that was awkward.
But before we head down the path of outrageous incest, I will say that City of Ashes was better than City of Bones. The pace was an improvement on that of the latter. Simon was still awesome as ever. I also felt that Ms Clare branched out a wee bit with her creativity with the Vampire transformation stuff, (except that I knew it was coming thanks to a certain Filipino minx who spilt the beans in a comment. You know who you are).
As for the abomination that is the Clary/Jace lustfest: Well, it’s a good thing I have a good gag reflex.
Listen. Goodreaders. I’m no prude. In fact I am NOTHING if not open minded. But I’m sorry. No one fancies their own brother. No one. I understand that they didn’t realise they were related until after the forbidden lust developed. But there is no goddamn way in Vegas that the two of them wouldn’t recoil from each other in utter repulsion upon making this discovery.
I’m no more inclined to accept this nonsense than I am to suddenly believe that I am Kate Moss.
Now before you get all Captain Obvious on me: I too can spot the hints that they may not actually be related in the afterall. This is not the effing point! The point is: THEY DON’T KNOW THAT!