I do not relish, nor have I ever relished writing negative reviews. I would like to be able to say that Bloodlines exceeded my very high expectations.I do not relish, nor have I ever relished writing negative reviews. I would like to be able to say that Bloodlines exceeded my very high expectations. I would love nothing more than to write a glowing review for it. Unfortunately, that's not going to happen. My love for the Vampire Academy series is the sole reason why I haven't abandoned this book after about 40%.
Let’s start with the most obvious reason: the narrator. When it was announced that Richelle Mead chose Sydney as the viewpoint character, I can’t say that I was thrilled, but I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. It is now clear to me that she made a mistake. Not only does Sydney fail to evoke sympathy, but she inspires hatred with her racism and plain stupidity.
Eddie, who in my opinion had the most potential, was left on the sidelines and only brought in when it was strictly necessary. Adrian… I would rather not go into that at all: spoiled, selfish, mopey, reckless, utterly self-absorbed… do I really need to continue? He was my biggest disappointment. Those few funny moments Mead generously threw in didn’t even come close to the Adrian I used to adore. And Jill… poor little princess. My heart bleeds for her. Except that it doesn’t.
After reading 11 of her books, I obviously know how Mead’s brain works. There wasn’t a single thing that surprised me in Bloodlines. The only real surprise was how weak I found it plotwise. However, I must give credit where credit is due: she still writes excellent dialogues. It is such a shame that terrible characters prevented me from enjoying them more.
Nevertheless, my plan was to go with three stars until I read the very last sentence. That made me so angry! Was it really necessary to resort to such cheap tricks? Those of you who’ve read the book will know exactly what I’m talking about. I should be anxiously awaiting the sequel because of the main characters, not because she decided to bring HIM back on the last page of Bloodlines. It doesn’t matter that her trick worked. In fact, that makes it even worse.
So to conclude this rant review, of course I’ll read The Golden Lily. What choice do I have? But it makes me infinitely sad that I’m not looking forward to it at all. ...more
Garrett chose that moment to join the conversation. “I appreciate your forethought,” he said, his tone distant, as if his mind were elsewhere. “Not asGarrett chose that moment to join the conversation. “I appreciate your forethought,” he said, his tone distant, as if his mind were elsewhere. “Not as much as your fore-parts, but still…” I twisted around in my seat to face him. “My fore-parts, as you so ineloquently put it, have names.” I pointed to my right breast. “This is Danger.” Then my left. “And this is Will Robinson. I would appreciate it if you addressed them accordingly.” After a long pause in which he took the time to blink several times, he asked, “You named your breasts?” I turned my back to him with a shrug. “I named my ovaries, too, but they don’t get out as much.”
Now, if that little quote didn’t convince you to read First Grave on the Right, nothing I write will, either.
There's a new generation of UF authors who are slowly but surely rising to the throne. The names that instantly come to mind are Nicole Peeler, Jaye Wells and now Darynda Jones. I think it’s a lot harder to succeed these days than it was for Charlaine Harris, Patricia Briggs or Ilona Andrews, for example. It has become very difficult to find something new and exciting to read in the ocean of new UF novels. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we’ve seen it all and a completely original story is now a distant dream. I guess there are two ways around that obstacle. The first is finding something never before used, which is (as I’ve already said) almost impossible. Nicole Peeler did it, sure, but she IS a college professor, and all professors are generally awesome. The second would be developing a great sense of humor (if you don’t already have one) and using it to distinguish yourself. That’s the path Darynda Jones chose, and she was extremely successful. The best way to start a book is with a laugh. Jones obviously knows this. By making the reader laugh on the very first page, the author achieves two important goals: he/she makes the MC instantly likeable and because of that, the reader keeps turning those pages.
I’ve read a couple of reviews comparing Jones to Janet Evanovich. Having just recently finished Wicked Appetite, I think that the only thing they have in common is that they are both hilarious. Although First Grave on the Right certainly is a fun read and Jones undoubtedly has a fantastic sense of humor, she does not have Evanovich’s courage to just let go: abandon all rules and reason along the way. But unlike Wicked Appetite, First Grave on the Right has a solid story that holds all the humor together.
By now everyone knows I have a soft spot for vampires. Sorcerers are great, weres are amazing (well, unless they are wererats – that’s just gross), I By now everyone knows I have a soft spot for vampires. Sorcerers are great, weres are amazing (well, unless they are wererats – that’s just gross), I’m scared of faeries, but vampires I love - they are beautiful and deadly, my kind of monsters. Don’t ask me to explain, that’s between me and my therapist. So why Ilona Andrews chose to make them disgusting and mindless (with talons, no less) is beyond me. That’s between the author and HER therapist, I guess. I bet hers is much more expensive anyway.
The writing style is a bit bare. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but it caused confusion in some of the dialogues. Sometimes I had to re-read them a couple of times just to figure out who said what. It was frustrating.
What to say about Kate? My family moved a lot when I was little, so when I was about eight we had to move across the country. It was January, so naturally the snow was really deep and the truck with our things got stuck. I had to spend an entire week in our new house without my favorite dolls. So I took a balloon, drew a face on it, wrapped it up in a blanket, named it and played with it. That’s how I see Kate Daniels. She has a name, a face and everything else she needs to have on the outside, but on the inside there’s nothing but air. I hope I’ll understand her better in the future.
When she first met Curran, I couldn’t help but wonder what all the fuss is about. What the hell did this guy do to deserve a cheerleader? LOL. He was obnoxious! But then he jumped through magical fire to save Kate and I instantly warmed up to him. Great. Another fictional hunk to drool over will be great for my mental health. I’m weird enough as it is.
Oh, and I almost forgot my favorite quote:
He finished the bandage and was examining it critically. "You know these things are unreliable." His woice held just a touch of reproach. "Eleven out of twelve work fine. I'd say that's better chances than getting an orgasm with a blind date and women still try." He blinked and laughed softly. "I never know what you'll say next." "I don't either."
The harvest is the end of this world, and the reapers are the angels.
I've read countless books in my life and through them I've been introduced to litThe harvest is the end of this world, and the reapers are the angels.
I've read countless books in my life and through them I've been introduced to literally thousands of characters. Some of them I forgot almost instantly. Others I need to be reminded of and even then remember only faintly. Then there are some I remember clearly because a part of them was important to me. But there is also a very small number of characters that stay with me always, characters that follow me around like shadows... shadows that once taught me an important lesson I'll never forget. One of them is Stephen King's Dolores Claiborne. Alden Bell's Temple is another.
This woman, this young girl, this child, is sixteen characters folded into one, and yet on the surface she is as simple as a girl can be. She is a character that makes your heart ache and your head spin. She is someone you have no choice but to love... someone you'll do your best to understand... someone you'll always want to be.
At first I was expecting a paranormal YA novel... I didn't read any of the reviews and I guess I just made a stupid assumption. Temple IS fifteen years old and the book really HAS zombies, but that's where the similarities with all the novels we usually read end. The Reapers Are the Angels is NOT a YA novel! It's post-apocalyptic fiction at its best. Actually, it's not a novel that people under the age of 18 should read. It has violence, sex and more violence and it's scary and horrible at times. But it is also wonderful and deep and mature and not to be taken lightly at all. The psychological developement of Bell's characters is astonishing, almost incredible.
If you have a strong stomach and you want to take a break from all the predictable fiction that surrounds us, The Reapers Are the Angels might be the novel for you. It doesn't follow any rules, it will make you skip dinner, and it will definitely make you cry. But most of all, it will surprise you with its simplicity and its depth and it will probably teach you a thing or two about yourself... and about who you want to be when world as we know it comes to an end.
Alden Bell's gorgeously written and bloody tale, which mutates from a zombie story into something of beauty and meaning. . . . Bell clearly owes great literary debt to Cormac McCarthy's "The Road" and the Southern Gothic school of Faulkner and O'Connor, but The Reapers Are the Angels shows the reader that they need not settle for mere blood 'n' guts when horror tales can, and should, go many extra miles. —Sarah Weinman, Summer Reading Pick, Salon.com...more
4.5 stars. Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe we have a winner! Ilona and Andrew have done it again.
I have a plan to save urban fantasy. I’m not a megalom4.5 stars. Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe we have a winner! Ilona and Andrew have done it again.
I have a plan to save urban fantasy. I’m not a megalomaniac or anything, I just think that UF needs saving and I care enough to try. Therefore, I’ve developed a cunning plan: I’m going to buy four more copies of this book. The first I’ll send to Jeanine Frost because she was the first of my favorite UF authors to disappoint me this year. (view spoiler)[Hot wax? So not cool! (hide spoiler)] I’ll send the second book to Chloe Neill, though I’m afraid she may already be beyond all hope. The remaining two copies have to be sent to the queen bee herself, our very own Charlaine Harris. She needs to read one and swallow the other like a medicine. Hell, I might even go wild and send a fifth copy to Patricia Briggs, because let’s face it, River Marked really wasn’t all that!
Amazing, amazing, amazing! That’s pretty much all I can say about this book. I especially love that there’s some Slavic mythology thrown into the mix.
Kate aka bunnycakes and her sugar woogums, His Furriness (hey, her words, not mine) are in a world of trouble… again! A secret society known as the Lighthouse Keepers hired a crazy scientist. He's building a device that can wipe out all magic within a four-mile radius. Life without magic isn’t easy for most of our characters, but the much bigger problem is that the device also kills every single magical person. That means the Pack, the People, witches, mages and just about everybody else. It’s basically an atomic bomb for the magical community. In addition to that, the Beast Lord and his Consort (who hates to be called Mate) have other problems: Kate finds out the truth about her mother, which brings out a series of very difficult questions regarding her relationship with Curran, Andrea’s retired and not at all herself, a very important person gets mortally wounded, the boudas are creating more trouble than they’re worth and there’s even a pregnant Alpha in the Keep.
Favorite quote: I could've fallen for someone steady. Dependable. Well-grounded. But nooo, I had to lose my head over this idiot.
After all that, the only thing left to say is: Go read this book. Now! ["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more