When I chose Grave Witch from my to-read list, I did it with a severe lack of enthusiasm. You see, I just finished two (great) Charlie Madigan books, When I chose Grave Witch from my to-read list, I did it with a severe lack of enthusiasm. You see, I just finished two (great) Charlie Madigan books, so any book I chose to read next would have to overcome an automatic disadvantage. The truth is, while I admit I was still under Charlie’s influence, I don’t think I would have liked Alex anyway. She doesn’t possess the depths of a real person, and I had the impression that she doesn’t know herself all that well. She is a lost puppy by choice and she doesn’t connect to people very well – not just the men, but her friends as well. I don’t like people that are cold and distant, and Alex is a little bit of both. The second thing that really annoyed me is the city itself. Price didn’t build her world around a real city. I don’t particularly like that, but I can live with it. Instead she created a whole new city and called it Nekros. Oh, come on! Nekros?! That’s the most terrible cliché she could come up with. It most certainly isn’t something I can forgive easily.
But let’s find some good parts or it will seem I hated Grave Witch. I usually don’t like the fae very much (ok, I’m scared to death of them) but I went through the whole book full of fae and witches really relaxed and comfortable. There was a small part in a fae bar that made me get goosebumps all over, but I lived, obviously. I came out of the experience without a permanent damage of any kind. I’ll probably just have bad dreams for a while. The plotline was strong and very interesting – the whole story about a crazy fae killing girls and performing rituals to steal their souls kept me interested to the very end.
I’m still not sure how I feel about Death as a character, and even a love interest. And to be completely honest, Falin is a real bastard - and a mysterious one at that. Plus, another love triangle was so not what I needed. But here I am, marking July 5th on my calendar, waiting impatiently to find out where things will go from here.
First of all, please allow me to get this off my chest: Why on earth would a self-respecting vampire want to be called Disco?! It’s just ridiculous. IFirst of all, please allow me to get this off my chest: Why on earth would a self-respecting vampire want to be called Disco?! It’s just ridiculous. I guess the author wanted to be original and Disco is original, that’s for sure, as in: no-one-would-ever-be-crazy-enough-to-do-it.
I have become like the ancient Fae in Fever: I read so much UF books, the only thing I judge them by is whether they amuse me or not. This particular book only mildly amused me. It was a good story, but very sloppy writing. It’s just my luck to pick two such books in a row.
I liked the story well enough, and because of that I was reluctant to write about all the inconsistencies I noticed. I don’t understand how things like that can happen: they are not some small errors than can just slip by all the controls and proofreading. They are MAJOR mistakes obvious to anyone who bothers to think while reading.
There were also too many grammatical errors. The sad thing is even I noticed them, and my English is terrible. It really ruined the novel for me, and it’s too bad, because the story had great potential.
Admittedly, it is not very original: Rihannon is a necromancer, and Gabriel (I refuse to call him Disco) is a vampire, and she’s helping him find the person behind the killings of his bloodsucking friends. Guilty Pleasures all over again. Then we have vampire blood sold as a very expensive drug on the streets. Been there, done that, have 10 Sookie Stackhouse novels to prove it.
So decide for yourselves: do you want to read a story you know all too well? I obviously did, and it was fun from time to time, but that’s all I can say. It didn’t change my life and it didn’t blow my mind. It only made me smile a couple of times. ...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.
Yara is a sixteen-year-old Waker - she comes from a long line of Brasilian women who can communicate with ghosts and apparentlActual rating: 3.5 stars
Yara is a sixteen-year-old Waker - she comes from a long line of Brasilian women who can communicate with ghosts and apparently astral project. After moving to a boarding school with a wierd reputation, she saves the life of a boy named Brent and from there everything goes right and wrong at the same time! As usual, I don't want to write any spoilers, so I'll just say what I did and didn't like.
The story was really interesting and the writing was great. Brent is a fantastic character, and at times I wished that he was the center of the story. Yara just wasn't developed enough as a character and because of that she seemed a bit detached most of the time. I liked the dynamic of her relationship with Brent and I really hope it will stay as simple and sweet in the next book. Another big advantage of this book is that there is NO love triangle!
I've learned my lesson about first installments by now, which means I will definitely read the next book as soon as it comes out. My YA loving friends, this is a 'must read' for you. My fellow UF people, next time you find yourselves surrounded by Disco the vampire and his friends, Intrinsical might make a nice break from it all. ...more
It's very hard to write a helpful review of Graywalker. It simply didn’t leave any kind of impression on me – good or bad. The first half was far moreIt's very hard to write a helpful review of Graywalker. It simply didn’t leave any kind of impression on me – good or bad. The first half was far more interesting than the second. It had the tone of a hardboiled detective novel and it was quite refreshing, so I was more than a little disappointed when it all went straight to hell in the other half. Harper Blaine is a good, strong character, but some of her choices weren’t quite clear to me, and the love story (well, lust story, to be precise) was weird and unconvincing. And let me just say that I like my male characters tall, strong and dominant (don’t we all?), but Richardson gave us a love interest who is ordinary, not too handsome and very whiny at times. I meet guys like that every day. Why the hell would I want to read about them, too?!
The worldbuilding was unimaginative and colorless. I really wouldn’t recommend this book to anyone except avid urban fantasy readers (Ooooops, I’m alone on that island, and I’ve read it already, so no… I wouldn't really recommend it to anyone at all). There were some good moments, but all in all, it just wasn't good enough....more
”If at first you don’t succeed, failure may be your thing.” - T-shirt
Don’t worry, Darynda Jones succeeded. Twice.
The second time around our favorite g”If at first you don’t succeed, failure may be your thing.” - T-shirt
Don’t worry, Darynda Jones succeeded. Twice.
The second time around our favorite grim reaper gets into all kinds of trouble. She has three cases to solve and a messy love life to deal with. The man of our her dreams is in danger and Charley will move heaven and earth to help him. Who wouldn’t?
Reyes is even more mysterious now than he was in the first book when we knew nothing about him other than how incredibly handsome he is. (view spoiler)[Wow, that IS the understatement of the year. Reyes is not handsome, he is... HA! Wouldn't you like to know?! (hide spoiler)] I can’t say I was entirely comfortable with some of his choices in this book, but that didn’t stop me from being just as pathetic as those women who were writing him fan mail and paying a fortune for photos of him in the shower. He is Reyes Alexander Farrow after all, and if you’re furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, that only means you haven’t read these books.
Darynda Jones still relies on humor to make her book unputdownable. Maybe some of you will think that’s a bad thing, but her fans, including me, wouldn’t want it any other way. Admittedly, there were times when I felt that she overdid it, especially around chapters 4 and 5, but she soon got right back on track.
”As a matter of fact, my toes were recently christened in an odd game of Spin the Bottle and one-too-many margaritas.” “Could you introduce me?” I hefted myself upright and wrestled off my socks, wiggling the bed just enough to elicit soft gasps of agony from Garret. “You’re such a whiner,” I said, lying back beside him and lifting my feet. “Okay, starting with my left pinky toe, we have Dopey, Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Bashful, Sneezy, Sleepy, Queen Elizabet the Third, Bootylicious the Patron Saint of Hot Asses, and Pinky Floyd.” After a thoughtful moment, he asked, “Pinky Floyd?” “You know, like the band, only not” “Right. Did you name your fingers?” I turned an incredulous look on him. I was a master of incredulity. “That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
All in all, this book was exactly what I expected it to be – light, funny, with lovable characters and the ultimate bad boy. It had family drama, secret agents, a silly best friend, nightly adventures in bunny slippers, missing persons, shootouts, and an ending that made me want to read more.
First Grave on the Right was the book I picked up and reread every time I felt sad, tired, or just in the mood for a few good laughs. Second Grave on the Left will serve the same purpose, at least until February 2, 2012. when I’ll trade it for a younger model. ["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>...more
I wouldn’t exactly call Graveminder urban fantasy, but I don’t know what else to call it either, so I guess I’ll just leave it on my UF shelf. It remiI wouldn’t exactly call Graveminder urban fantasy, but I don’t know what else to call it either, so I guess I’ll just leave it on my UF shelf. It reminded me of a small town horror story. I should probably list what I liked and didn’t like here. Don't worry, it’s going to be very short.
What I liked: - From what I understand, Melissa Marr didn’t plan this as a series. Everything was wrapped up nicely which was very refreshing. - 3rd person narrative and multiple POVs made the story a little hard to get into, but once I did, I enjoyed the change. - Some of the supporting characters, like Amity. They were far more interesting than either Rebekkah or Byron. - The world of the dead was really interesting, and the characters there were amazing.
What I didn’t like (I’ll try to keep it as short as possible): - The names Rebekkah and Byron. Rebekkah is even worse than Faythe and I didn’t think that was possible. I want a UF heroine named Mary. That would be a nice change. - The story was sadly predictable. I could see everything coming from a mile away. That made it a little boring, and not just in the middle. - Some parts of the story didn’t make any sense, but I can’t really explain them without major spoilers. - It was mentioned several times that the dead aren’t really zombies, but they do rise from their graves and walk around biting people. I say if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck…
I wouldn’t recommend this books to anyone, but I wouldn’t want to stop you from reading it either. I’m sure some of my friends will enjoy it far more than I did. ...more
There are three things in this world I truly believe in. That the truth will set us free; that lies aWorry not, my dears, this review is spoiler-free.
There are three things in this world I truly believe in. That the truth will set us free; that lies are the prisons we build for ourselves; and that Shaun loves me. Everything else is just details. - Georgia Mason
There's not much I can say about the Newsflesh trilogy that I haven't said a million times before, nothing spoiler-free at least, and I refuse to spoil even the smallest detail for any of you. As a result, this will be more of an emotional outburst than an actual review, so feel free to abandon ship if you’re not a fan of my all-too-frequent displays of sentimentality. I apologize in advance.
How do you bring down a massive government conspiracy? You don’t. You do what the crew of After the End Times does: you run for your life, save a few people, bury more than a few, tell the truth, and make sure to get it all on camera. Oh, and you pay attention when the villain starts explaining his actions because there might me more to it than he’s ready to admit. And when you stop to think about it and realize that it’s not worth it at all, you keep doing it because there’s nothing else you can do, and you hope for the best.
I didn’t dream of funerals this time. Instead, I dreamed of me and Shaun, walking hand in hand through the empty hall where the Republican National Convention was held, and nothing was trying to kill us. Nothing was trying to kill us at all.
As the story progressed and the science in it became more and more wild, I kept expecting to reach the point where I’d stop believing it, where it would be too much, but I never did. Therein lies the talent of Seanan McGuire – she is able to make the craziest things sound entirely convincing. It helps that her sense of pacing is nothing short of extraordinary, not to mention her ability to emotionally manipulate her readers. It’s not easy to keep people engaged and utterly fascinated through more than 500 pages, and yet Seanan McGuire accomplished it no less than three times.
I could (and should) say that the Newsflesh trilogy has ended with Blackout, but it hasn’t for me, not really. After 1800 pages, so much laughter, countless tears and a few frustrated screams, I know I’ll be back to reread it often. In fact, I’d already reread both Feed and Deadline more than once. Why would Blackout deserve any less? In any case, I’ve gained more from this experience than just a book I can label as my all-time favorite. I’ve bonded with people over it, and today I have the privilege of calling some of them my friends. We are a diverse group, but we started with this one thing we had in common, and in time, we developed some more. Therefore, it seems vastly unfair to call this just another trilogy. For me, it was much more than that. It was a chapter of my life and a truly life-changing experience.
Aside from the already released Countdown, Mira Grant will write two more novellas in the Newslesh universe, San Diego 2014: The Last Stand of the California Browncoats, and How Green This Land, How Blue This Sea. Seanan McGuire will also launch another duology with Orbit: Parasitology and Symbiogenesis, as Mira Grant. The story will have nothing to do with the Masons, but I’m sure it will be amazing. I guess we still have something to look forward to after all.
We know that we were in the right (The coming dawn, the ending night). So here is when we stop the lies. The time is come. We have to Rise. -From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.
This is the second installment of the Allegra Fairweather series. I haven't read the first book yet, and while there were some little things2.5 stars.
This is the second installment of the Allegra Fairweather series. I haven't read the first book yet, and while there were some little things I didn't understand, South of Salem can just as easily work as a standalone.
Allegra is, for the most part, a likable character, easy enough to grow attached to. She could have used her brain a little more from time to time, but even when she failed to think things through, I didn't get as frustrated as I could have. She is a paranormal investigator, but she doesn't have any supernatural abilities, except for a toe that itches every time she's close to something paranormal. (I think that little detail was supposed to be cute, or even funny, but to me it was neither.)
There's really nothing in this book that hasn't been written before: a sarcastic, not-too-bright heroine, a perfect mother and perfect sister who don't approve of her lifestyle, a super sexy guardian angel who is forbidden from ever having sex (he would if he could, of course!), and a witch best friend with information that can save the day.
The author tried a bit too hard to be funny most of the time. However, there were some moments that had me laughing out loud: At death’s door, there’s really only one thing to do: sing Barry Manilow. I launched into “Somewhere in the Night.” The acoustics were brilliant. I sounded so good even Barry would’ve been impressed. For a moment I was almost happy, floating and singing in my new improved voice. Then the water began to suck me down. I guess it wasn’t a Manilow fan.
My biggest problem with this book was Allegra’s relationship with her pregnant sister Lilly. I understand sibling rivalry, but I just couldn’t stand the way Allegra treated Lily. Here’s an example: All I could think of was Lily. And not in a bad way. Not, ‘She deserved this for being a bitch’. I was genuinely worried about her. And not because Mom would be pissed off if I let anything happen to her favorite daughter. I actually wanted Lily to survive. Go figure. Yeah. She’s your only sister. She had to be kidnapped by an evil witch for you to figure that out!
That being said, South of Salem is a super light, non demanding read. It’s a perfect book to take to the beach. I don’t know about you, guys, but that’s where I’ll be spending the next three months!! ...more