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294 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2015
After loving the past books in this series, I had high hopes for this novel. A lot had gone on in Bad Blood. It ended with Dante being kidnapped at the blood drinking party amongst other loose ends needing to be tied, so I was itching to read this book to find out what happens next.
Because of the gap between reads, I was left a tad confused as to what was happening, but that is my mistake. I read back on things and finally caught up after the first chapter or so. But despite being absorbed in the events, I wasn't absorbed in the story as I have been previously. I was so disappointed, and wasn't sure if that disappointment was aimed at me or the book, but I just didn't connect. That's not to say it wasn't enjoyable, or that the writing wasn't as decent as it has always been. It was something to do with the characters and the presence--or more accurately LACK of presence--of emotion.
A few examples that I want to give is the connection between Fane and Aurora. I just didn't feel it. I don't know what it was but in the other books, despite the moments they weren't together or were pissed off with one another, there was this electricity between them. You could feel the gravitational pull of the characters, even when Dante tries it on with Aurora in Bad Blood (previous book) and she's on the fence about whether she should see where things go with him or wait for Fane. You feel her pain and her anger and the betrayal she feels from witnessing Fane drinking Noel's blood at that party. And how she ended up almost dead because of the shock it put her under, leaving her distracted just enough for her to find herself hanging from the ceiling. You understood her emotions.
But in this book, it was like 'meh'.
I get that a lot of things were going on, and people had their problems to deal with and missions to get done but where was this need for each other--Fane and Aurora, I mean? It wasn't like it wasn't mentioned, but it felt stale somehow. Maybe it was just me, but I wasn't feeling it.
Next big issue for me was the scene where Aurora is forced by Melcher and Jared to kill a vampire. The husband of a nice lady (Sophia--if memory serves, probably not) whom Aurora met at the blood tasting party. It's a moment of huge conflict, and the build up and pressure was just right. I really felt my toes curl and my heart beat for Aurora. I felt sick for her. That was awesome. But after she did the deed, that realism was lost. She has a moment of shock and disgust for what she's done, and has this inner battle with herself, and I believed it all. But then it just suddenly disappeared like the body that was disposed of, and the crime scene swept clean. As soon as that happened, the plot just moved on and that guilt disappeared with it. I mean she KILLED someone.
I wasn't expecting for the author to have Aurora go over and over about it in her mind, but perhaps physically I would have wanted some symptoms of trauma or shock, or a mini flashback because of something in the present that reminds her of what she'd done. Little hints like that mean so much to me, and because of all the bad stuff that came after that like a goddamn hurricane that never ends, it became a small, insignificant thing.
My reason for even saying this, isn't a pointless whine--it's because I had read a book (part of a series) just before picking this up and the MC--in that book that I will not name--feels continuous guilt whenever someone dies indirectly because of her, and DIRECTLY because of her. She doesn't go on about it, but it was so believable that when I went on to read Hunting Season and there was maybe a page or so talking about how guilty Aurora felt for killing a defenseless vampire, that was it. She was numb, and her inner voice was numb too, but in a bad unrealistic dead way.
It didn't ring true to me; that's my argument and I'm sticking to it.
Apart from some of the times I felt a lack of connection between characters, or between myself and a character due to their actions or lack thereof, it was a really good story. It had me bashing my head against a figurative wall when one catastrophe hit, right after the other. It never stopped, and I found it frustrating. Not in a bad way. Just in a 'Boy, this gal can't catch a break' way. It really takes you for a ride.
The writing and description was, as ever, enjoyable and flowed smoothly. I felt the novel itself had more suspense and thrills than substance and character focus. It was a whirlwind, or a car going insanely fast over bumps and potholes, dragging the battered bodies of the characters behind it. There was little chance for feelings and character building, but there was some. Just not enough for me, I'm afraid.
Overall, I'd say this book isn't my favourite in the series, but that doesn't make it bad at all. I personally just didn't connect with it, and I think it is down to my opinion that this book favoured the plot over the characters. If the author pulls back in the next novel to allow us to see how the characters are feeling and recovering from all the tragedies and drama that has befallen them--just giving us a scene or two that focuses on the people and not the events--it will bring me straight back into the centre of this wonderful adventure.
Maybe it was just a bad time for me to read it, maybe I wasn't focused enough. I don't know. I may read it again in the future (should I feel the urge to have an Aurora Sky marathon--which may just happen) and my feelings on this book may change.
But, because I'm an ass, I can't rate this book any more than three stars. Sorry.