Margie Fuston

This one has an amazing opening and I feel kind of bad rating this just flat one star because there was at least a chunk of the book I got some enjoyment out of. But the sheer absurdity the story devolves to is just not within the vast range of mediocre to bad books I usually rate 2 stars. It's so much worse. I don't remember when I last read a book that went from easily 4 stars to not being worth the paper it's printed on.
It seems that as long as the author was closely following generic tropes it worked really well but as soon as she gets to the point where she actually has to reason about stuff and craft a coherent narrative everything falls apart.
This is particularly disappointing because there are quite a few fairly original and amazing world-building ideas that have huge potential (*sigh*, potential everywhere), and furthermore, the writing is engaging as well.
But I just can't even with the reasoning or rather the lack thereof. It's not a character being TSTL (even though some of them kind of are). It's not some particularly jarring contradiction (even though there are many). But just the simple lack of logical coherence of anything at all basically.
This is not a story that suffers from flaws in certain areas.
It's just a collection of scenes you would expect to find in a YA UF but they don't really make any sense in relation to each other beyond the absolute surface level.… (plus d'informations)

Quirky, fun book that any Buffy fans will eat up, a really enjoyable read with the perfect blend of Buffy, underworld and the vampire diaries. Absolutely loved the sarcasm and references to Neverending story, tomb raider etc.

Not quite 5 star read it was a little simplistic, very YA and has a few irritating typos, but I loved the story and characters. The Fairyloot edition is absolutely gorgeous and I love the cover art of Ava, Roman and Xander.


“There are small and easy ways to break a child. I know most of them-making promises you never keep; saying everything will be fine when it never is; giving a Popsicle to one kid and not the other; saying you love them and then pinching their arm hard enough to bruise; never bothering to look at them at all; kissing their forehead at night and telling them you'll never leave and then dying.
I'm sure other ways exist.
People like to say children are resilient. And they are. Their blood's like glue. Wound them, and their body puts itself back together again. But it's not like a scab that breaks off eventually and leaves the skin unmarred. It's more like a china doll. Even if it looks whole again, there's still that layer of glue there--evidence you can point to even when no one else looks close enough to see it. At this point in my life, I'm more glue than flesh.”
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