And she has. Over and over again. Throughout time, Luce and Daniel have found each other, only to be painfully torn apart: LLuce would die for Daniel.
And she has. Over and over again. Throughout time, Luce and Daniel have found each other, only to be painfully torn apart: Luce dead, Daniel left broken and alone. But perhaps it doesn’t need to be that way. . . .
Luce is certain that something—or someone—in a past life can help her in her present one. So she begins the most important journey of this lifetime . . . going back eternities to witness firsthand her romances with Daniel . . . and finally unlock the key to making their love last.
Cam and the legions of angels and Outcasts are desperate to catch Luce, but none are as frantic as Daniel. He chases Luce through their shared pasts, terrified of what might happen if she rewrites history.
Because their romance for the ages could go up in flames . . . forever.
I have often times wondered if I was a masochist. Perhaps not in the way that I carve into flesh but in the way that I enjoy killing off the precious few braincells I have with the ever classic YA Romance genre, or, more specifically, Fallen, Torment, and now Passion.
I've never been much of a romantic, though I do enjoy a sprinkle here and there as I go along in my fanciful adventures, but a book devoted entirely to the teetering romance of two shallow characters is rather difficult for me to digest, and gives me rather nasty indigestion.
Anyhow, I am wandering from the point.
When I began to read this, I was sucked back down into the dark hole that was the days of browsing fan fiction, for that is how this book read. A fan fiction written by an Otaku with anime kitty ears perched upon her blonde curls as she writes he most disgusting yaoi that has ever graced this long-lived earth. Who (or what, in my opinion) would sent a character traipsing all over the globe with an oh-so helpful gargoyle (view spoiler)[(who you could tell was Satan before he even opened his grubby little mouth) (hide spoiler)] in search of the point of her love (which I still haven't got, now that I think about it, which is a shame, I was hoping to spare my brain the fourth book).
Not to mention that, like Gena Showalter, Ms. Kate had the gall to mess with a rather famous and controversial figure: Lilith, the first wife of Adam. She made her into a temperamental, spoilt brat that made my ever bleeding heart hemorrhage.
The book is just appalling, to say the least, and the marginal improvement of the writing does little with the overall effect.
Do svidaniya, my friends,
In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol iIn the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV.
Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she steps forward to take her sister's place in the Games. But Katniss has been close to dead before—and survival, for her, is second nature. Without really meaning to, she becomes a contender. But if she is to win, she will have to start making choices that will weigh survival against humanity and life against love.
In many ways, I think, people can identify with the Hunger Games. The sacrifice of yourself in the place of someone you love, it sends the romanticist into a tizzy like no other, and we, the pessimists, are left to watch dismally at the darling little sight.
Do not get me wrong, I too would stand in place of any of my family members, but this is-if anything-just a small part of the bigger picture here. Which means you, the many, many people who bow down at the feet of this book I was told was "godly" are to shut those little holes you call mouths and listen to what I have to say, which I shall, in vain, try to keep within human understanding.
I admit, the idea was interesting, not original, but interesting in its own way, and at first I was truly intrigued. But then, the author tossed in her little characters.
It went to hell after that(pardon my language). I tried, and I tried, and I tried to feel the spark that I usually do with the protagonists of this yarn, but not only did I not feel it or anything else resembling it, I felt a pit of loathing open within me that I have not felt since the Incident That Shall Never Be Mentioned in My Presence, and it only strengthened as I continued through the mind-numbing torture that was this book.
The supposed "romance" of this book was, to borrow a word from my dearest friend, "a complete and utter mind-fuck," and as creepy as hell when it came down to it. The supposed act they were putting up for the game itself was so disgustingly phoney that it made me rather ill, doubling the punch that was the character's personality all in one go.
Oh, I have to admit, Ms. Collins has her own beauty in writing, but her simple concept of characters makes it into such a disgusting sludge that I felt quite dirty after reading it, and do not want to try it again.
I do not know what else to say when it comes down to it, since, above all, the overall plot just makes me exhausted, the poor cells of my brain having suffered further damage at my own hand (view spoiler)[(Our protagonist spent about a hundred pages wandering around a forest. Do I need to say more?) (hide spoiler)], so I'd rather leave the review here
Perhaps it is also a bad thing that I'm rather fond of squirrels.
Do svidaniya, my friends,
Autumn chronicles the struggle of a small group of survivors forced to contend with a world torn apart by a deadly disease. After 99% of the populatioAutumn chronicles the struggle of a small group of survivors forced to contend with a world torn apart by a deadly disease. After 99% of the population of the planet is killed in less than 24 hours, for the very few who have managed to stay alive, things are about to get much worse. Animated by "phase two" of some unknown contagion, the dead begin to rise. At first slow, blind, dumb and lumbering, quickly the bodies regain their most basic senses and abilities... sight, hearing, locomotion... As well as the instinct toward aggression and violence. Held back only by the restraints of their rapidly decomposing flesh, the dead seem to have only one single goal - to lumber forth and destroy the sole remaining attraction in the silent, lifeless world: those who have survived the plague, who now find themselves outnumbered 1,000,000 to 1...
Is it considered a crime to be drawn in by the lucrative covers of books? For once more, I have made this fatal error of judgement, and ran drooling over to Autumn, drawn in by the fly trap that is the cover of this book.
And I shall tell you, here and now, that it is a lie. Long have I been a fan of the "zombie" and "horror" genre-despite its drawbacks-but this book was the proverbial final nail in the coffin. The events (which are growing fuzzier by the minute, so few were the good moments of this book or a sign of my rather bad memory) that happens in this book that entail the survival of these few people are so...so...improbable that even one such as I find it hard to believe, which is not an easy thing to do, might I add.
The writing is average in the way that you note it and discard the information you saw almost immediately, which further solidifies the reason why I can barely remember just what happens (I dimly recall (view spoiler)[them taking refuge in a farm house with three or four people, one of which being a woman, an "exciting" motorcycle ride into a city infested with apparently dumb and oozing walking bodies, and the subsequent attack of the "dumb" and "oozing" zombies (hide spoiler)]) in the story itself, and the complete pit of nothing that is supposed to be the character profiles.
All in all, I found nothing worthwhile in this book, nor good points to take the time to mention, but, if you can find or remember one, feel free to note it, it might make the horrendous taste it left in my mouth dissipate a little bit more.
Do svidaniya, my friends,
Sadima, Franklin, and Somiss, driven out of Limòri by a suspicious fire, are living in a cave hidden within the cliffs that overlook the city. SomissSadima, Franklin, and Somiss, driven out of Limòri by a suspicious fire, are living in a cave hidden within the cliffs that overlook the city. Somiss is convinced the dark passages of the caves were the home of ancient magicians, and his obsession with restoring magic deepens. Sadima dreams of escape -- for her, for Franklin, and for the orphaned street boys Somiss has imprisoned in a crowded cage. Somiss claims he will teach these boys magic, that they will become his first students, but Sadima knows he is lying.
Generations later, Hahp is struggling to survive the wizards' increasingly dangerous classes at the Limòri Academy of Magic. He knows the fragile pact he has forged with his secretive roommate, Gerrard, will not be enough to put an end to the evil. It will take all the students acting together to have any chance of destroying the academy. Building trust, with few chances to speak or plan, will be almost impossible, but there is no choice.
I must admit, I not as fond as the official introduction nor the book itself as I was to the first of the series, to which I was most partial, but, once I had sped through the first volume of the series, I was most desperate to get my hands on the sequel, and, here we are.
Unfortunately, I could not quite fit into this story as I did the other (much like how a pair of pants never quite fit after you wash them the first time), and at times I found it to be quite the "drag" if you will.
I think this is in part due to the rather...tedious, mind-numbing tale of Sadima's time in Somiss's caves, which took me nearly a week to get through, something that never leaves well with me. But, after you get through this, it considerably picks up, and I must admit I did get weepy in a spot or two (though you didn't here it from me).
Hahp's tale, on the other hand, wasn't much different for the first hundred pages than it was the previous book, but it does allow quite a few key plot points slip through, which, for me, makes it all worth it in its own way.
Th only thing that does rather sadden my view of this sequel is the knowledge that Hahp and his group of merry misfits are planning (view spoiler)[ to kill Jux and the other boy's Sadima cared for as sons, since I favour them above all else in the series. Their deaths, if they do occur in the third book, will more than likely turn me away from the series permanently. (hide spoiler)]
There really isn't much I can't say that I have stated in the review of Skin Hunger, though I must highly recommend you read Skin Hunger before reading this, since you would be left stranded in the sea of information that you are lacking.
Do svidaniya, my friends,
Sadima lives in a world where magic has been banned, leaving poor villagers prey to fakes and charlatans. A "magician" stole her family's few valuableSadima lives in a world where magic has been banned, leaving poor villagers prey to fakes and charlatans. A "magician" stole her family's few valuables and left Sadima's mother to die on the day Sadima was born. But vestiges of magic are hidden in old rhymes and hearth tales and in people like Sadima, who conceals her silent communication with animals for fear of rejection and ridicule. When rumors of her gift reach Somiss, a young nobleman obsessed with restoring magic, he sends Franklin, his lifelong servant, to find her. Sadima's joy at sharing her secret becomes love for the man she shares it with. But Franklin's irrevocable bond to the brilliant and dangerous Somiss traps her, too, and she faces a heartbreaking decision.
Centuries later magic has been restored, but it is available only to the wealthy and is strictly controlled by wizards within a sequestered academy of magic. Hahp, the expendable second son of a rich merchant, is forced into the academy and finds himself paired with Gerrard, a peasant boy inexplicably admitted with nine sons of privilege and wealth. Only one of the ten students will graduate — and the first academic requirement is survival.
This is the official introduction for Skin Hunger, a book I find myself drawn to both literature wise, and, non-surprisingly, by the gritty, entrancing artwork that graces the cover of this particular volume. It is one of the many reasons I finally dragged myself from the house, down the block that separates my part-time lover from me, and ordered the entrancing creature before the cold front settled in like a grotesque bird once more.
When it finally arrived a week later, I was entangled further in its web. No longer was I surrounded by fanciful, talking hats and scarred, pretentious boys, but by the dark tale of Kathleen Duey's magical world. As the cover promised (and oh so much more), this is a dark tale, twisting the way you see magic into something that should be feared and shunned.
Scars glisten, bellies cave, madness sets in. This is the world that I have been searching for for years, and hadn't found until now. Though it lacks a significant climax, I thoroughly enjoed it and its sequel Sacred Scars.
Though at times you can find yourself nodding off, wondering just what are you doing with this, it all but makes up for when the "action"-if you will-jumps into play. The characters are intriguing, to say the least, and you find yourself plodding on after them wondering just what are they going to do with the situation playing out before you. It was nigh impossible to sleep with this book in the room, for I found myself going back to it again and again, particularly when Hahp's chapter came up once again.
But I will let you make your own decision, though I say in all honesty that this book is something that should be read a hundred times over, for Ms. Duey has that certain spark that lends the life so few authors nowadays lack. I couldn't recommend this series any more strongly, and urge you to take the time to sit down with this series.