Thursday Review: The Abandon Trilogy by Meg Cabot

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The blurb:

Man that cover sequence is amazing. Okay, here’s the blurb for the second book. Why the second book and not the first? Because it’s been a year since I read the first book, so this review is mostly about the last two, which I just finished.

Escape from the realm of the dead is impossible when someone there wants you back.

Seventeen-year-old Pierce Oliviera isn’t dead.

Not this time.

But she is being held against her will in the dim, twilit world between heaven and hell, where the spirits of the deceased wait before embarking upon their final journey.

Her captor, John Hayden, claims it’s for her own safety. Because not all the departed are dear. Some are so unhappy with where they ended up after leaving the Underworld, they’ve come back as Furies, intent on vengeance…on the one who sent them there and on the one whom he loves.

But while Pierce might be safe from the Furies in the Underworld, far worse dangers could be lurking for her there…and they might have more to do with its ruler than with his enemies.

And unless Pierce is careful, this time there’ll be no escape.

My Review: So full disclosure. I have a bit of bitterness toward this series and The Goddess Test series. It has nothing to do with the authors or the writers. But when I was querying Persephone, I was shot down by a few publishing houses because Abandon and The Goddess Test were coming out later that year and they didn’t want the market saturated.

But then I got published with Musa and decided when I saw Abandon in the library to give it a shot. I like Meg Cabot, I like Persephone, seemed like a win to me.

I hated it, but I don’t know if it actually had anything to do with the book or the fact that I’d been shot down for something that, sure featured a Persephone myth, but was SO fundamentally unlike my book that it seemed crazy it was rejected for fear or saturating the market. Completely different takes.

I can’t separate all that frustration enough to review the first book enough to do it justice. But I kept seeing the books around and I sort of fell in love with the covers so I picked up the next two books.

I really liked them! I don’t know if the book was actually better or if I’m just in a healthier place now, but I really enjoyed this book. Pierce didn’t seem as difficult to access to me. Before I had a hard time “getting” her, but in this book I understood her reactions, and she seemed very three dimensional. I like John, despite the borderline abusive vibe that seems so common to YA these days, but at least in his character it makes sense. His dad was an abusive control freak and these things tend to go in cycles. I like that he seemed to be fighting it, and at times called himself on it.

The plot was unique and interesting, and really other than the fact that the Underworld exists and they keep making references to Hades and Persephone, it’s not what I would consider to be a retelling of the myth. The story is completely separate and stands on its own without the myth. If they removed all references to the Underworld at all and called it something neutral like the After Life, the tone of the story would barely shift. That…wouldn’t work in my book, lol, so this is a much more original plot. The settings all felt like real places, and the secondary characters were engaging enough that I really hope she follows them around in short stories some. I’d love to get in their heads. The only issues that I had with the secondary characters is that they all seemed…REALLY unintelligent if they were good guys. It was kind of like good guy = simple, childlike, innocent reasoning skills which just didn’t jive with the fact that many of these are adults who would be complicated people with multifaceted reactions. I liked that Uncle Chris’s character was simpler than most of the kids in the book. That worked, and it made sense, and it kind of made his whole character tragic. But when the mom, dad, cemetery guy, his boyfriend, helpers in the Underworld, random strangers, bad guys, police officers, and every other character that couldn’t be outright called evil displayed the same good natured innocent simplicity, it took me out of the story.

But those are background characters, so it’s not that big of a deal. The main characters and secondary characters like Alex and Kayla were actually very interesting to me. I don’t know if I’ll pick anything else up by Cabot, her writing style, which to be clear, is fantastic, just doesn’t create the type of book I read. Doesn’t mean it’s not good, and I did end up enjoying these books, but it’s just not my thing. I’m happy in my slightly darker comfort zone.

I’m on the waiting list for the third book and am actually really looking forward to reading it.

Thursday Review: Seeds Volume 2 M.M Kin

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The blurb:

Captive in the Underworld, Persephone tries her best to resist the wonders of this mystical realm and the allure of its ruler. However, this is much easier said than done when the Underworld offers her freedoms she has never experienced, and Hades offers her pleasure the likes of which she has never known…

Meanwhile, in the land of the living, Demeter’s search for her daughter culminates in a devastating discovery that causes her to unleash her wrath on an unsuspecting world…

My review:

Again I have to praise M.M Kin for the sheer amount of research that went into writing these books. She has taken the time to make the setting as authentic as possible. I loved being introduced to all the Chthonic deities in the Underworld, including the ones that I found too ambiguous to include, like Styx who is a river and a goddess. The primordial deities are complicated, but Kin included them with so much skill I never found myself going, “Wait, but how would that work?”

I also like how, for the most part, modern speech was included in a way that felt natural. When setting a book SO deep in the past, it’s a real challenge to decide how you want the characters to talk. Especially since they shouldn’t even be speaking English, so there’s not a model for how they should sound. Thee’s and Thous would be just as inaccurate as likes and whatevers. So there’s this super delicate like between the characters language being modern enough to be accessable, yet formal enough not to take you right out of the story. For the most part, Kin handled this beautifully, and throughout the ENTIRE book, she handled it better than I could. She handled it so well that when that line slipped a bit too far to the modern side in the middle of the book, I noticed it way more than I would have had the language not been built in to the world with so much skill. There was a minute there, maybe 2-3 chapters, where every character was suddenly cussing like a sailor and the entire cadence of the dialogue shifted to completely modern speach. The situation warranted it, they were all pretty pissed at Zeus, but I found it a bit jarring. But it only lasted for a second and then we were right back in the middle of the balance.

I loved the character development. All of the characters are fully fleshed out and three dimensional, though I don’t like most of the characters. That’s not a knock on the author, she made them authentically flawed. Zeus is a professional victim who ducks responsibility at every turn. I love how he’s so confused that Demeter won’t stop with the whole famine thing until he steps up and returns Persephone. He keeps trying to explain to everyone that will listen that he didn’t have a choice and oh, but Hades is scary and he doesn’t want to upset him, and not a single deity is buying it. Demeter keeps getting told she’s being irrational, hurting the humans for something a god did, but I’m completely in line with her way of thought. Zeus had ample opportunity to fix everything. She warned him, and she’s also not actively killing the crops, she’s just withdrawing her blessing from the land…which actively kills the crops. But why would she bless the land so Zeus and team can benefit from human worship? It sucks people are dying but those deaths are on Zeus’ head as far as I’m concerned.

Other than that place, where I’m completely on her team, this book made me realize Demeter is downright abusive to Persephone. Way over controlling, manipulative, and emotionally and verbally abusive. She reminds me a bit of Gothel from Rapunzel. But that behavior seems par for the course in this world because Hades is the exact same. I have a lot of issues with Hades. At the end of the day, no matter how I try to spin his character he’s a manipulative jerk who lies, misleads, kidnaps, and doesn’t pay much attention to the word no but is so proud and smug he points to the few things he did do right as proof he’s not a bad guy. Sorry, Hades. You don’t get kudos for NOT hitting, beating, or raping someone. If I heard him point out “yeah, I kidnapped her, but I’m not mistreating her,” one more time….grr. If it wasn’t for the fact that Persephone is just as frustrated with that attitude as I am, I would have thrown the book down awhile ago. But she is, and in that you can see how talented M.M Kin is. The reader isn’t supposed to side with Hades, we’re supposed to see the flaws in his logic, HADES just can’t see the flaws in his logic. When she writes any of the gods POV she is SO deep in their POV that you see exactly how they convince themselves they are not in the wrong here and that is so realistically done. Persephone’s pov is like the normal, every day person as she looks around at the pantheon, and that perspective alone makes her a likable character, but she’s also strong and smart and likable completely on her own merits.

I’m really curious how book three is going to go, because I really want to see Persephone put everyone in their place.

Mythology Monday: Sisyphus

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Silly name, but the guy had some serious moxy. Sisyphus was the son of King Aeolus who ruled almost as many kingdoms as he had vowels in his name. By all accounts, Sisyphus was a decent king in terms of keeping up a good economy and encouraging scientific growth, but as a person, he kind of sucked. Not only was he super greedy, but he was a serial killer to boot. He would lure people to his castle under the premise of Xenia (hospitality to guests) and then murder them while they slept.

He had a grudge against a man named Salmoneus, so to settle it, he seduced Sal’s daughter Tyro in hopes of impregnating her with children that would dethrone Sal. Sal figured out his plot and killed the babies.

Despite all his sins, somehow his most grievous error, the one that landed him in Tartarus, was tattling on Zeus for hiding the river god’s daughter.

While he was a horrible person, no one can deny the guy had guts. When Thanatos (or in versions of the myth that make NO sense, Hades) was chaining him up in Tartarus, Sisyphus tricked him into trying on the chains of death and trapped the god of death, and causing chaos when people would get mortally wounded and not die (anyone watch that episode of Twilight Zone, “One Night at Mercy?” Netflix it, it was awesome!).

Ares got bored with the never ending death free battles, so he saved the day by setting Thanatos free and returned Sisyphus to Tartarus. But Sisyphus wasn’t out of ideas yet. He whined to Persephone that his wife hadn’t buried him properly (she tossed his naked corpse out into the public square. I’d say she was making a statement, but really she was following Sisyphus’ instructions so he’d have a reason to go back), so she let him go back to the living realm with proper burial instructions. Once there, he decided not to leave and had to be dragged back to Tartarus by Hermes.

Because he’d thoroughly managed to piss off pretty much every god who had any say in his fate, Sisyphus was assigned an afterlife of pointless labor. He had to push a boulder up a steep hill, watch it roll right back down to where it started and repeat over and over again for all eternity. Interestingly enough, this punishment is alluded to in a good light in the Pilot myth of the Matched Trilogy. Sisyphus did get a brief break when Orpheus sang in Tartarus, but then it was right back to the grind stone.

.99 Cent Sale for two more days! Enjoy it while it lasts

.99 Cent Sale for two more days! Enjoy it while it lasts

There are worse things than death, worse people too.
 

The “talk” was bad enough, but how many teens get told that they’re a goddess? When her mom tells her, Persephone is sure her mother has lost her mind. It isn’t until Boreas, the god of winter, tries to abduct her that she realizes her mother was telling the truth. Hades rescues her, and in order to safely bring Persephone to the Underworld he marks her as his bride. But Boreas will stop at nothing to get Persephone. Despite her growing feelings for Hades, Persephone wants to return to the living realm. Persephone must find a way to defeat Boreas and reclaim her life.

Thursday Review: The Rising

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Blurb:
Things are getting desperate for Maya and her friends. Hunted by the powerful St. Clouds and now a rival Cabal as well, they’re quickly running out of places to hide. And with the whole world thinking they died in a helicopter crash, it’s not like they can just go to the authorities for help.

All they have is the name and number of someone who might be able to give them a few answers. Answers to why they’re so valuable, and why their supernatural powers are getting more and more out of control.

But Maya is unprepared for the truths that await her. And now, like it or not, she’ll have to face down some demons from her past if she ever hopes to move on with her life. Because Maya can’t keep running forever.

Old secrets are revealed and unexpected characters make a surprising return in this stunning conclusion to Kelley Armstrong’s New York Times bestselling Darkness Rising trilogy.

My Review: Kelley Armstrong is one of my favorite authors, and YA books are my favorite genre (yes, I know there are tons of genres in YA, I like them ALL better than “grown up” books). I was SO excited when she started writing YA. I am again going to point out how much her books are like L.J Smith’s books. Much more fleshed out of course, and better quality, but you have to understand how much the expectations of the genre changed since the 80’s. Anyhow, the first trilogy reminded me of all the good stuff from L.J Smith’s Dark Visions trilogy. Chloe is my favorite female MC ever. I modeled Persephone after her a bit (just a bit, Persephone got her voice pretty quickly and it wasn’t quiet once it made itself known).

This trilogy reminded me of the first one. Great tension, good characters. Maya wasn’t as good as Chloe (to me) but she was still better than most YA narrators. Armstrong allows her characters to think rationally and react to crazy situations realistically. When Maya’s long lost bio family is thrown at her, it is a tense and awkward reunion full of angst and mixed feelings as it would be. I was super happy to see Chloe and group in this book. Overall, very well done.

Really* good book. I only had two problems. The ending was….good but a little too good and happy for what they gave up. I felt like Armstrong was trying to be a bit too realistic. What would a group of teens do against a super powerful corporation? How could they have any hope of succeeding? True, it’s a pretty big obstacle to overcome, but that’s kind of a corner that the Armstrong wrote herself into. I just think another resolution could have been found that FELT better, or at least the characters should have felt worse.

The other problem was that it was a chase novel, which would be good, in fact, for a chase novel it was GREAT. 5 stars. But the second book in the series was a chase novel too. And so was a small chunk of the first book. Actually, if you removed the chase scenes from the second book, the actual progression of plot would fit neatly in book one and three. Or more from the first half of this book could have been introduced in book 2, like one of the new characters, which would have given hum more time to develop. There was a lot in this book that could have been focused on rather than running if some of that could have been shifted to book 2. More time could have been spent on the combination of trilogy one group and trilogy two group. I wanted to see more of their interaction. A lot of that learning about their powers and researching bit could have happened in conjunction with Kit, who would have a very logical reason to know what the experiments were trying to accomplish. And maybe the ending could have progressed without needing an epilogue to tell us what happened over bulks of time.

Don’t let any of those nitpicks deter you from reading this series though. It IS really good, all six books. I really did enjoy them. I love Kelley Armstrong 🙂

Thursday Review: American Gods

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The Blurb:

Days before his release from prison, Shadow’s wife, Laura, dies in a mysterious car crash. Numbly, he makes his way back home. On the plane, he encounters the enigmatic Mr Wednesday, who claims to be a refugee from a distant war, a former god and the king of America.

Together they embark on a profoundly strange journey across the heart of the USA, whilst all around them a storm of preternatural and epic proportions threatens to break.

Scary, gripping and deeply unsettling, AMERICAN GODS takes a long, hard look into the soul of America. You’ll be surprised by what and who it finds there…

This is the author’s preferred text, never before published in the UK, and is about 12,000 words longer than the previous UK edition.

The review:

When I brought draft one, chapter one of Persephone to my very first meeting with the Athens Area Writer’s group, I was asked by six different people “Have you read American Gods?”

No, I hadn’t, but because they were asking because it was a similar premise (gods existing in modern day, yet dying for want of worship) I held off until Persephone was published, just to avoid any accidental borrowing.

Then I held off because life got crazy and grad school got crazier.

Then I forgot all about American Gods until a friend picked it for book club, and WOW do I regret waiting. First of all, deeply flattered anyone saw ANY similarities between my little YA novel and ANYTHING Gaimen penned, much less this novel. Seriously, flattered. Other than the premise stated above, I don’t see much resemblance, but if I close my eyes and wish really hard, maybe one day I’ll write something to his caliber.

In this novel, the gods of old are giving a final dying gasp as they try to compete with the worship the new gods, media, technology, ect, get from, well, us. But they aren’t going down without a fight. Cue an awesome road trip with the best written, deeply flawed, least sympathetic characters ever. There are no “good” guys in this book, no team to root for, but no bad guys either. Everyone firmly wallows in the land of grey, including our protagonist Shadow, and my absolute favorite character, Laura.

American Gods reminds me a lot of a Christopher Moore novel. It has the same irreverent humor as Lamb, and the same sad ending you can see from miles away that can still surprise you, be heartbreaking, and funny at the same time. Books like this also have the strange ability to make me feel smarter than I actually am, and inspire REALLY deep conversations at book club. Read it, you’ll enjoy it 🙂

Thursday Review: Beautiful Creatures

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There were no surprises in Gatlin County.
We were pretty much the epicenter of the middle of nowhere.
At least, that’s what I thought.
Turns out, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
There was a curse.
There was a girl.
And in the end, there was a grave.

Lena Duchannes is unlike anyone the small Southern town of Gatlin has ever seen, and she’s struggling to conceal her power and a curse that has haunted her family for generations. But even within the overgrown gardens, murky swamps and crumbling graveyards of the forgotten South, a secret cannot stay hidden forever.

Ethan Wate, who has been counting the months until he can escape from Gatlin, is haunted by dreams of a beautiful girl he has never met. When Lena moves into the town’s oldest and most infamous plantation, Ethan is inexplicably drawn to her and determined to uncover the connection between them.

In a town with no surprises, one secret could change everything.

My Review:

I couldn’t get into this book. I tried, I kept reading it, then I’d put it down for awhile, and then I’d read it again. There were things I liked. The story was narrated by a normal human boy who was mooning over a supernatural teenage girl instead of the other way around, but I was kind of wondering why it wasn’t just narrated by Lena.

The thing I couldn’t get past, and this is a silly thing that is no reflection on the author and the writing, but I am so tired of the depiction of THAT south. I’ve lived in the South almost all my life. Heck, I went to school in Phenix City, Alabama, a city so southern that it’s spelled wrong. (Don’t tell me it’s not, their whole reason for choosing the name was to grab hold of that “out of the ashes metaphor. I took Alabama State History. I know). There was definitely some Civil War fascination, and now that I think about it, in history that was pretty much all we focused on. But that’s not the attitude of the whole south. That’s not even the attitude of a whole southern town. The kids are tired of it there too. My husband lived in a city so small that he is literally related to over half the town. They can be closed minded, sure, but not every single person. What does this add to Southern Literature? I’m not saying to ignore the bigotry, but don’t make is SO one dimensional. There is more to us.

This story, to me, seemed like it grabbed on to every negative southern stereotype in every direction. We have a black maid/cook/wise woman of the swamp who dabbles in Voodoo type magic. Rabid Southern church-goers, gossiping judgmental Daughters of the Revolution. Mysterious shut ins who get referred to as Boo-Radley. Bitchy cheerleaders. Annoying jocks. I mean really, there couldn’t have been a single other positive female role Lena’s age? Our protagonist has known these kids his entire life. Wouldn’t he know there was more to them? The only good people in the entire city are either out of towners or magic users or the MC? I couldn’t get over how offended this made me on behalf of my whole region to get into the story. I had to put the story down every time I got to a line that started like “In the South, we…” And that happened a lot.

And can we talk about the fact that one of the “evil” female characters defining characteristics was that she acted slutty? Can we sending girls the message that their sexuality is evil and can overpower an otherwise good boys judgement and make them do things they otherwise wouldn’t? Intimacy with Lena literally hurts/can kill the MC.

Lena has to be saved. This is Ethan’s mission from his very first dream. That kind of redeems itself since she is the one who saves him and she’s got powers, but there’s kind of an undertone that Lena wasn’t strong enough without him.

I loved the message of claim yourself, that there is good and evil in all of us, but I wish for once, “evil” for a woman didn’t have to be expressed by how promiscuous they act. How is THAT attitude any different than the attitude of those evil, close-minded southerners that get jabbed at so much in this book?

Happy Birthday to me and a Wicked Warrior Halloween Blog Hop!

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Today is my birthday! Yay for getting…older and stuff. To celebrate I’m sharing my favorite scene from the Persephone series, which just so happens to be a creepy scene set on Halloween. Share your favorite creepy moment from a book in the comments below to enter to win either a copy of any one of my ebooks, or (if you already have them all) a Daughters of Zeus/Persephone canvas bag. I also signed up for this awesome Wicked Warriors blog hop so that my awesome readers can get a chance to win a kindle!

“Mom, I’m home!” I dropped my book bag on the floor by the door. I didn’t have a lot of time to hang out at the house. I was due in the Underworld soon.
“Mom?” I rounded the corner into the kitchen, anticipating my after school snack. Sure she couldn’t be trusted to tell the truth, and she was scheming and manipulative, but she always made a good snack.
A Reaper was sitting at the table in her place. I came to a surprised stop, aware of two other Reapers slipping behind me. “Where is she?” It took more effort than I cared to admit to keep my voice from trembling.
The Reaper picked up a note from the table and read in a ridiculous falsetto voice. “Persephone, went to Buford with Minthe to shop. Cookies are in the oven. See you in the morning.”
I threw a quick glance at the oven to make sure the house wasn’t going to catch on fire. It was off, she must have left them in there just to keep them warm.
Shit. Buford, Mall of Georgia, the Melting Pot, and outlet malls. Mom would be home late. Again. She’d been out almost every day lately. It was all our fighting, I realized with a sudden clarity. She was avoiding me too, just like everyone else.
“Looks like we have you all to ourselves,” the redheaded Reaper said with a grin.
I shrieked in pain as one of the Reapers grabbed me from behind, fingers digging painfully into my ribs. Something in their touch was different. I actually felt it. Not just a tearing feeling at my soul, but actual hands on my actual flesh.
It hurt like hell.
“Happy Halloween,” one of the Reapers hissed.
I screamed as they dragged me through my house. One of the Reapers bumped into a chair and knocked it down. That never happened. Were they corporeal?
“Let me go!” I lashed out and actually managed to land a blow on one of their shoulders. It hurt me, I was still touching him after all, but for a second I thought I saw the Reaper wince.
“Swear fealty to Zeus.”
I shook my head and he wrapped his hand around my neck, sending shock waves through my body. I couldn’t breathe. I clawed desperately at his hand, and his grip tightened. I felt myself getting dizzy. He released his hand, and slammed me into the wall. “Swear fealty to Zeus!”
“No!”
His fingers dug into my jaw, and he lifted my chin until I was staring into his eyes. “You think this hurts? We’re just getting started.”
His lips found mine in a cruel, bruising kiss, tearing at my soul. There was no desire in his kiss, no attraction at all. It was just supposed to hurt. I struggled against the pain, trying to kick my way free, but the other Reapers shifted, one grabbing me roughly by the arms, the other taking hold of my legs so I couldn’t lash out.
Light sparked in the redhead’s fingertips. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it couldn’t be good. Suddenly his fingers passed through my flesh. My screams ricocheted off the walls and one of the Reapers clapped his hand over my mouth. With strength I didn’t know I possessed, I wrenched free. I was out the door in a flash and halfway to the driveway, car keys in hand, when I smacked into a solid wall of flesh. I shrieked and fell backward, scrambling away.
“No! Please! Don’t!” I lashed out blind with panic.
“Persephone! Stop, it’s me!” Hades pulled me to my feet and I threw myself into his arms. Hades! Hades was here. The Reapers wouldn’t touch me if I was with him. I wouldn’t have to feel that horrible pain again.
“What happened?” Hades held me at arms length, and looked me up and down. “You’re as white as a sheet! Are you okay? Persephone, talk to me!”
I tried to answer, but couldn’t stop gasping for breath. Horizontal lines zigzagged in my vision. My high pitched whine sounded in my ears, and my knees gave way. Hades caught me before I hit the ground. He glanced toward the house then back at me, and swore.
“Okay, okay…” he kept his voice soothing, but I could hear the panic beneath his words. He pushed my hair off my neck, fingers fumbling for a pulse.
“What?” He gasped, drawing back.
“Is she okay?” The red-headed Reaper emerged from the house, trying and failing to sound concerned.
My grip tightened on Hades, and I glanced around for the other two Reapers.
“Is the house clear?” Hades demanded. When the Reaper nodded, he hoisted me into his arms and walked toward the house.
“No!” I tried to get free but a wave of dizziness pushed me back into Hades’ arm.
“It’s okay.” He flung open the door, and looked around before laying me down on the couch. The Reaper followed on his heels, looking concerned.
“Put your feet up.” Hades demanded, grabbing the sofa pillows and stacking them under my feet. He pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over me.
“What’s wrong with her?” the Reaper asked.
“She’s in shock. Where’s Demeter?”
The Reaper indicated the note on the kitchen table. Hades snatched the note, and made a disgusted noise. “‘What happened?”
The Reaper shrugged. “She was sleeping and freaked out. Must have been a nightmare or something.”
I glared at the Reaper, cursing their ability to lie.
Hades turned to me. “Is that what happened? Did you forget to shield your dreams again?”
“No.” I barely managed the one word answer, my voice was so hoarse.
“So you’re trying to tell me this was just a run of the mill nightmare?” Hades asked the Reaper, his voice dripping with skepticism. When the Reaper shrugged, Hades asked, “Where are the others?”
“They went to get you. I stayed behind to protect her.”
“No one else was here? You’re absolutely certain.”
“Not that I saw.”
“Persephone, was anyone else here beside the Reapers?”
I shook my head.
Hades knelt, and pried the car keys from my grip. “So when she wakes up hysterical, grabs her keys, and runs out of the house, your plan was to let her get behind the wheel of a car?”
The Reaper narrowed his eyes. “What did you expect me to do, restrain her? In case you’ve forgotten–” He waved his hand in my direction. I flinched. “I can’t touch her.”
Hades’ hand shot out, snapping the Reaper’s wrist. “You’re going to want to start being honest with me.” He tightened his grip. “What really happened?”
The Reaper gasped, face paling. “I told you, she woke up and went nuts–”
Hades twisted the Reaper’s arm, using it to steer him into the wall. “Then why are there bruises around her neck?”
The Reaper’s eyes went wide. “I..I don’t know. Someone must have…” He trailed off, noticing Hades had gone very still, gaze riveted to the Reapers arm.
A single strand of my hair clung to the Reapers sleeve, shining like a golden beacon against the dark material. Hades yanked the Reapers sleeve back, exposing the scratches decorating the Reapers wrist.
“What did you do?”
“I can explain.”
“Did you touch my wife?” Hades’ voice was low and dangerous.
“Yes, but–”
Hades’ fist slammed into the Reapers face. A shield dropped. I blinked, staring at the place where Hades and the Reaper had been. My vision was swimming, I felt lightheaded, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed me and my eyes rolled shut.
“No you don’t.” Hades was beside me in a flash. I bolted upright, looking behind Hades for the Reaper. He was at the table, a shield had formed around him, gluing him in place. His face was puffy, like Hades had used it for a punching bag.
“It’s okay.” Hades’ voice was soothing. “It’s going to be okay.” He gently kissed my forehead, searching for echoes of pain and panic. His fingers traced a sensitive spot on my neck. I flinched, feeling the network of bruises laced around my throat from the Reaper’s grip. He pushed my sleeves to the side following the red impressions left by the Reaper’s fingers. His jaw clenched when he found the handprints on my side.
Healing warmth spread through his palms, erasing the pain wherever they touched. His fingers brushed the bruises on my leg, his gaze went dark. I could feel the rage coursing through him. He was like a powder keg, ready to explode. He took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his temper when his finger traced my lips. He clasped a hand to my cheek, probing further. For a second I could feel my soul as solid and certain as any other part of me.
“Gods,” Hades swore, as he assessed the condition of my torn and battered soul. I felt flash of power, and it fell back into place, whole and unharmed.
Behind him, the Reaper gasped for breath.
“What’s happening to me?”
Hades stiffened, and pulled away. He studied me for a moment, and I knew he wanted to make sure I was okay before he dealt with the Reaper. I nodded and Hades stood.
“I’ve brought you back to life.” Hades’ voice was cold.
“What?”
“Don’t get too excited. The condition is temporary.” Hades gave the Reaper a dark grin. “You seem like the type of guy that likes to experiment. You got real creative tearing my wife’s soul to bits. Surely at some point you must have wondered what it felt like.”
“N…no.” The Reaper looked like he wanted to say more, but couldn’t. Thanatos must have found some way to bind him. He looked to me, eyes wide in desperation.
Sucks, doesn’t it. I sat up on the couch, flashing the Reaper a savage grin. He read my thoughts on my face and gulped. “You don’t understand. It wasn’t just– I didn’t– There’s more–” His voice gave to an anguished cry when Hades reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder.
“Please! Stop!” he screamed, writhing in agony.
“How many times did she say that?” Hades demanded. “How many times did you make her beg?” His hand turned white, and his hand plunged through the Reapers’ neck.
The Reaper let out a guttural cry.
“How long could a normal human soul survive this? Did you ever wonder that?” Hades shook the Reaper, he moved limply, like a rag doll. “Let’s find out.”
There was a bright flash of light, and the Reaper was gone.

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Thursday Review: Before I Fall

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Blurb: What if you only had one day to live? What would you do? Who would you kiss? And how far would you go to save your own life?

Samantha Kingston has it all: looks, popularity, the perfect boyfriend. Friday, February 12, should be just another day in her charmed life. Instead, it turns out to be her last.

The catch: Samantha still wakes up the next morning. Living the last day of her life seven times during one miraculous week, she will untangle the mystery surrounding her death—and discover the true value of everything she is in danger of losing.

Review: I love Groundhog Day. I love Christmas Every Day and all those other movies that have used the Groundhog Day trope. This book was amazing, and heartbreaking. I thought Oliver did a fantastic job of showing character growth. In terms of character development, it was actually better than the Delirium series. These were real people. They felt like people I knew.

It was also heartbreaking. I thought about this book for a long time after I put it down. That’s always a good sign. The only complaint I had is I did not know when the character figured out the days were only going to repeat 7 times. It says so in the blurb, and the character moves through a stage of grief a day (cleverly done) ending on acceptance.

But and spoilers ahead ***** her acceptance made no sense given that there were days that she didn’t die. To be clear, I liked the acceptance. I loved the ending. I just felt like a scene was missing where the character figured out the rules.

You should read this book if you need a good cry. It was amazing.