I cannot begin to count the ways of how terrible this is. I cannot think of one redeeming quality. I am going to have to think real hard before I buy another romance novel. I don't know what I was thinking anyway.
This dud should have been called the Preacher and the Moon-Eyed Idiot. I'm stopping at Chapter 7. I just can't go on. I keep alternating between wanting to know what is up with the little kid in the book and heaving and breaking my iPad over my knee. This book is that bad. It is chapter after chapter of this guy droning on and on to the idiot child-like, starry-eyed imbecile of a "librarian," and it is not like he is parting with any words of wisdom. It is more of that look how cool I am, but I don't know it crap, that is punctuated by the heroine swooning. But while she was cooing and sighing, I was swallowing bile. And that continuous "it was cute" and "it was f-ing hot," is neither. It is f-ing annoying, as is this book. I never understood the act of burning books until now. The thought of anyone being subjected to this torture gives me the shivers. 20 plus hours of it. No thanks.
I have to say that I kind of sort of loved this. It had many, many problems, such as characters showing up out of nowhere, lack of character development, and the story failing to conclude, but it was a fun ride and I was so engrossed in the cool technology and its potential that I gave the bad stuff a pass.
I really had high hopes for this book, but sadly, it was a disaster. There was nothing right about it. The plot was all over the place, and when the obvious murderer was revealed, I was seriously shocked and found myself going back to see if I had fallen asleep on hours worth of dialogue. Given the pace of the book, I thought there had to be at least ten chapters remaining since nothing had evolved and the American detective was in Norway only a few hours before the murderer was "exposed." On top of that, the characters' backstories were insufficient and not well developed, character motivations did not match their actions, the chapter where the murder is confronted seemed rushed, and in a high-tech society, such as the United States, there was no reason for Felicia to even go to Norway.
Also, one moment Odd had an accent, the next, he didn't, and Siri could have been left out of the book altogether, along with the references to Poe, and the love, uh, "moment." I will admit that I did get a good chuckle when the murderer appeared wearing the woman's face mask. What the? Please tell me, what was the reason for that? Silence of the Lambs much? It just came out of nowhere, with no rationale. There were a lot of moments like that in the book, but the face mask took the cake. I would like to blame it on the translation, but the problem wasn't the prose, the problem was the plot. Don't waste your money on this one.
Terrible. It was like being stuck in a loop in a dream about strange happenings at a freak show. The characters were strange, cheaply crafted, robotic stereotypes. Their descriptions literally made me cringe. The super intelligent beauties, who were all the same except for hair color, were bad enough, but what was truly awful was the way minor characters were relegated to second class through their physical attributes. They made it clear that everyone short, bald or fat was unattractive, and basically a nobody. The description of the Governor's wife as something like "so well put together she could only have been the wife of the governor," reeked, and there was a strong element of worship in their rendering of the main characters. I could imagine the authors writing FBI Pendergast while gushing.
I can't discuss the plot because I do not want to relive it, but it was a muddled hodgepodge of the ridiculous and the unrealistic. Lasers, noise, vapor and lights? If this reduced you to a knuckle-dragging, tongue-hanging, psychotic killer, imagine what you would become after spending your teen and young adult years attending rock concerts.
I will admit, though that there was a time while listening to this book that I did, but only for a brief moment, think that if I heard the word segue or segway one more time, I was going to go ballistic.
Honestly, I'd scrap a third of this book, and that's because I stopped a third of the way through. The whole, I sold dope, now I owe the world retribution, didn't work well. I kept thinking, yeah I know it's back in the day, but opium? Seriously? He has devoted his life to this? Aren't there more important High horses to crusade for, like poverty? Also the story lacked warmth and seemed sophomoric. It was like the author had no life experience, so the story seemed flat and the conflicts seemed forced. The hero was a jerk in monotone, who, having found his calling, made constant, but casual mention of the heroine's sins. The heroine was lackluster, as was her big housing problem. I could not care about either of them. I was getting wrinkles from yawning, but I kept listening, while thinking, what, God? This better not be a religious/spiritual book. Audible didn't mention religion. Wait! Are you kidding me? OMG, did he say he found God? No need to read on, is there? We all know how this is going to end. I'm not knocking people who like this sort of thing. It is what it is, and serves a purpose, but if I wanted to read one long boring parable, I'd read the Bible, for free.
I would try another book in this series, but only because I am interested in Earl. The hero makes me cringe.
The book could have been better had it more depth and less cliches -- maybe. It is really just poorly written garbage that we have read a thousand times. It contains everything but the kitchen sink, and that includes the old man, orks, and God help me, fairies. Perhaps this mass of creatures is the reason the characters are so flat - too many characters and not enough space. This book lacks subtlety. It's all too obvious with too many words. If someone has an axe planted in his back, "he screamed," will do. No need to write, "he screamed in agony."
It is cool that Wyman has so many voices but his interpretations are stereotypical. I despise the voice of the hero and his exuberant exhilarated arrogance doesn't help.
Owen, the hero is terrible. He is like "look how super wonderful I am. Did you see it? Yes, that's how I do it, because I'm that God-like cool, but I am clueless about it myself. Who me, noooooooo. I'm just a regular guy." It takes real skill to pull that off in the first person, and this author has very little. I could have done without yet another hero chosen to fulfill some sort of prophesy, and I could have done without the f-ing dreams and broken English, You can be preternatural ... preternatural, but you cannot use articles or participles. Honestly, I could do without them all the characters except Earl and that is because he carries a mystery. I could also do without the little forays into reality to preach - crap like God Bless Texas.
Books should teach you something, even just a little something. This book taught me that you can string together a slew of similar lines from other books and get published. Okay, I'll let that go, but for his next book, I hope he has strung together lines from something worthy.
I will avoid this author and performer in the future. The book was so simplistic, it was insulting. It was like this obvious thing means he's attracted to her, and that childish, caveman move from countless other books means he's possessive, and ooh, that in your face description means he's oh, so strong, and the handsomest thing in the world. Also, I 'm really sick of reading about some old ancient and some twenty-something who winds him around her finger. That really doesn't say much for his mentality, does it?
The performance was boring and annoying. Xe Sands sounded like she was singing. After the first chapter, I knew I was in trouble. I tried to hang in there, but I couldn't, and had to give it up unfinished. Another wasted credit.
The story was unimaginative. The interaction between the heroine and the hero was so one-dimensional, sappy and child-like that I found myself squirming through it the same way I squirm through internet news. This book contained the same dumb-down crap that has been put in other books a thousand times to make a quick buck. It really is shameful. Just because it is a paranormal love story doesn't mean it has to be dimwitted.
I can't see the performance getting better. The way her voice dragged and curled at the end of each sentence drove me mad. She has a nice tone to her voice, but that teasing sound only works for certain parts of love scenes. She used it all the time, which made danger and fight scenes sound like whispering sweet nothings.
I liked that there were people of various races in the world the author created.
Authors and publishers need to do better than this.
I would not recommend series has lost its charm starting with this book
The Hive has been behind most of her problems, yet she runs to their rescue at the expense of her friend, and she constantly offers refuge to her horrible sister who has no redeemable qualities. Why would she offer lodgings to a bunch of vicious murdering vampires that have been out to get her since day one? After several attempts against her they are never held accountable and now she's bending over backwards to help them... Really? It's enough to make you lose respect for the heroine.
The narration is not great with regards to the male characters but has been consistent throughout the series so can't complain overmuch.
No too many things ignored in the book like her terrible selfish family that will kick her out into the street which is completely ignored in the series. Her tolerance for the vampire hive that has continuously tried to kill her is really disappointing. She is supposed to be a strong heroine but she lets these two groups do things to her with no backlash whatsoever.
Is it this easy to get published? I have never abandoned an audiobook, but after 4 hours, I'm done. It defines bad. It's boring, I don't like or relate to the characters, the narration is bad, there is no sense of being in England (could just as well have taken place at Harvard, or what the hay, UCLA), and the title should have been "My Laundry List of What's Cool About My Vampire Boyfriend." This book really got my gag reflex going. I came home after listening on the bus and I was cranky. Finally, I realized it was because I wasted my credit, and my valuable time listening to this amateur crap. Also, would people please cease writing about 500-plus-year-old vampires in love with women in their early thirties. What's the deal - arrested development?
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