I feel like there is next to nothing that I can say about this book. I can’t say that it was amazing, nor can I say that it was horrible. To be honest, I have a distinct feeling of “meh” when I think about it.
My lack of ability to say whether the book was good or not may something to do with the fact that when I read it, I had a disturbing feeling of déjà vu. While I noticed that the author had thanked Laurell K. Hamilton and Anne Bishop in her acknowledgements, I was surprised to find that this book read like a mash-up of the two author’s works. The only difference being that I found this book quite unbelievable and I didn’t appreciate the writing style at all.
Having read Bishop’s novels, one could say that I’m a little partial to her. I enjoy her writing, her characters, and the worlds she has created. While the world created in Mona Lisa Awakening is nothing new, the Monère are. Originally hailing from the moon, the Monère are a race of magical beings who now live side-by-side with humans. Poisoned by silver, unable to go out into the sun, nearly all shifters, they’re a sort of mixture of vampires and werelings.
The Monère have a hierarchy reminiscent of Bishop’s Black Jewels series, in that the men protect and serve the Queens of their race. Mixed bloods are used as little more than slaves. The Queens of the Monère have become twisted, in turn twisting the males who serve them. A few of the men have gone rogue, supposedly killing a Queen and now they refuse to allow any Queen to dominate them.
One thing I was prepared for, by the reviews I read, were the scenes depicting sexual intercourse. What I wasn’t prepared for was that the first one appeared less than twenty-five pages into the book. About then is where I was reminded why I stopped reading Hamilton’s Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series; the point where the main character essentially throws away all sense of herself just so she can get laid.
In addition to all the issues I have with the characters, I feel that the storyline and prose were not very well written. At one point, Mona Lisa thinks something along the lines of, “And it had only been two days.” In two days, this woman had been uprooted from her life as an ER nurse, dragged out to the middle-of-nowhere Minnesota and been told she’s a Queen of a mythical race who come from the moon and sleep with the men bound to protect them. It seems a little far-fetched and I had a terrible time attempting to dispel my disbelief as the story wore on.
As the story continued, I found more and more places where the author’s story was like Bishop’s Black Jewels series, from the names of characters, to the demon dead, and characters who “fade back to the darkness”. Essentially, the book felt like it had become a new, modernized retelling of the Black Jewels series, with a hyper-sexualized overtone. To be sure, I found myself more than a little frustrated that the author was so blatant in her borrowing from those who had inspired her writing.
Granted, I knew most of this going into my reading. I certainly can’t say that I am surprised, but I am quite disappointed: I’d heard good things about this series, and now I’m left with a near full set of books I will, most likely, never read.
While many say that those who enjoy the works of Anne Bishop and Laurell K. Hamilton will enjoy these novels, I would say that the ones who will enjoy this probably lean more toward the Hamilton line. I believe that fans of Bishop will be affronted by the familiarity of a few particular characters, while those who enjoy Hamilton’s works more will be intrigued by the sexual escapades of Mona Lisa and her entourage. Those of you who fall somewhere in the middle … I certainly wouldn’t recommend this book but if you enjoy urban fantasy and your erotica in written format, this wouldn’t be a bad series to try.