There's a lot to this novel that I couldn't accept. The characterization is mostly what drives my rating; I was horribly disappointed. Perhaps my expectations were too high, but really what I felt like I was reading was a love letter to a college and to vampires. The whodunnit part was probably the best, and had it stuck just to that I would have enjoyed the book way more. But as it stands, with Harriet's little love triangle thing, it really detracted from the story for me. And I'll be honest, I was disgusted for a lot of it.
I'll try to stay coherent, although my thoughts tend to bounce around when I'm writing reviews and often my fingers can't keep up with my brain when I'm trying to type it out. But to begin with, the very first time Tom and Harriet interact was utterly ridiculous. Some strange guy walks up and tells your parents (or aunt/uncle, whatever) firmly that he will give you a tour randomly. Do you go with him to the most secluded part of the campus? Of course you do! Because he's gorgeous. It didn't make any sense, and I've never heard of such a random meeting. But after that one meeting, of course Harriet and Tom are both in love.
She even says this--after hanging out with him one time--to her friends: "You don't understand. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I really feel that he's the one for me. I've always had an idea of my dream man and he just fits it exactly. The first time we met, it was so perfect I just want it to be like that again."
Let me clarify what happens the first time they met a little better. She's with her family. He walks up. Uses his hypnotic powers to make her family not care she's walking off with a stranger. Takes her to a secluded corner. Proceeds to push himself on her and kisses her. Maybe I'm a prude (I doubt it) but I would never be okay with someone having the gall to pull shit like that. It isn't sexy. It doesn't make me swoon over how gorgeous and manly he is. I actually really loved Caroline when she said this little bit: "When you say he's your soulmate, I think what you actually mean is that he's utterly gorgeous and you'd really like to get him naked. Let's not get too melodramatic here." But melodramatic it is.
But what really, really turned me off to this book--and maybe I should have stopped reading there--was the way George was handled. He tried to take advantage of her. Yeah, it was all cutesy in the old Dracula movies, but physically pinning someone down and trying your little mesmerizing thing doesn't mean it isn't forcing someone into something they don't want. It's that much worse of course that he's a physically demanding male who could easily prevent her from moving.
Here is what George says:
"Now, either you continue to struggle and it will hurt worse than anything, or you can relax and let me work my magic, and it'll be better than the best sex you've ever had. After which, we can actually have the best sex you've ever had, or you can wander back to your room."
Let me just stop here. That, what George says, is completely accurate. Because rapists will justify it til they die. "She said no but once we got started she was enjoying it." That's bullshit. No means no, and him justifying it saying by going well hey, at least I'm good at sex, doesn't make this any less disgusting. I can't believe that this is something that is being put in YA novels.
But honestly, what I think is the worst part of this, is that it's justified and then waved away like it's not a big deal. Harriet's thoughts later on in the novel: "Maybe she'd imagined George's previous actions or at least blown them out of proportion. After all, she'd been drunk and over-excited. She could have misinterpreted the situation."
Are you fucking kidding me? Is that seriously what I just read? I just almost got raped, but maybe I misinterpreted the situation? Oh, but it's not rape, because I was drunk. Unbelievable. But it gets better: "...his company enthralled her just as much as at the beginning of their previous meeting before things went wrong. Her memories of the terrible end of the night faded. Instead, thoughts of how wonderful it had been to walk arm in arm with him around the darkened city spun through her mind."
And then she goes on to justify it. When Tom consistently ignores her, she mentally shouts this at him, regarding George: Well at least he consistently shows me attention. Yeah, at least there's that. Also, I'll mention here that he actively tries to force her into physical situations, like not letting her leave until she kisses him on the mouth. Is someone honestly going to tell me that is okay?
Actually, yes, that's exactly what happens. It's totally okay, because: "They weren't really doing any harm--most girls would even be delighted to bump into the handsome, charming members in a dark alley, let alone on such a special night, and they neither felt nor remembered the bloodletting, only the fun before and afterwards."
Also, it's okay because Harriet calls herself a slut. So all's well.
After all that though, I still wasn't happy with the story. The dialogue was stilted and awkward at times, especially with George and Adelaide. There was far too much emphasis on Harriet's partying and her dresses and shoes than progressing the plot. The only times I cheered for the characters is when they said something negative: "So, did you spend the night with the blond rich wanker or the dark haired posh twat?"
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