This book has a terrible first chapter. Granted we get some of the bare bones details out of the way: POV character here is a gargoyle, and the story is set post-9/11 in Manhattan. Thankfully the chapter title is the dude's name, Stanis, but that's it. It didn't do much to peak my interest about his amnesia, because it was devastatingly vague. This will be a continuing trend every time we get a chapter from his POV, and every time he shows up I will want to go watch the Gargoyles cartoon because it is an infinitely more complex, creative, and nuanced depiction of ancient gargoyles in modern New York City.
Next up, we get Alexandra: 22, likes pottery, is an unrelenting art snob who doesn't believe that creativity should be governed by rules (??? I've never known an artist with a realistic style to be that, and I would think that someone with as much interest in architecture as she seems to have would understand that rules of proportion, geometry, and physics are necessary but whatever), and is the heiress to a real estate fortune she wants nothing to do with. She starts out really flat and annoying; when we have our obligatory 'girl almost gets attacked while out walking alone after dark' scene, she mentions how she never relies on anyone else to rescue her and how much she abhors 'girlie-girl impractical fashionista shoes' (and then talks about her love of combat boots, because she's edgey like that I guess). Her friends, Rory and Marshall, are also pretty yawn-inducing: Rory (Aurora) is getting her graduate degree in dance at Julliard, but always seems to have time to spare to hang, and Marshall is the stereotypical DnD nerdboy who wears amusing screen tees and misses social cues.
Oh, and apparently there's a Slavic cult that wants to end the Belarus family line or something, but we bounce back and forth between Alexandra and Stanis too often to really feel like we're connecting with either and making headway on the plot (the book is written entirely in First Person, and I HATE having two different First Person POV characters in a book). By chapter twelve (the 28% mark), I had given up and set the book aside to read something else.
I did appreciate Stanis's efficient murder of the hooded bad guy via skull-smashing. :) Good work, gargoyle man. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find some Goliath/Elisa Maza fanfic to satiate my need for urban fantasy romance with gargoyle dudes.