Very disappointing follow-up to After Midnight. This book was missing the classic, mysterious feel of the first, but that was to be expected since we'd already laid out the ground rules for this particular mythology. The real trouble was that I didn't really like Julian or Portia and the entire plot was forced at best.
We met Julian and Portia in After Midnight. At the end of that book, Julian ran away in search of his missing soul while Portia remained behind to grow up, though she didn't grow any wiser. When Julian returns, there is a brief question as to whether or not he's been killing women that was answer quickly and with absolutely no surprise.
The bigger surprise was that Julian knew who had his soul, that she had been his lover, and that she was following him all over Europe.
Um...so why haven't you taken it back yet? The attempt at answering this question was feeble and incredibly unsatisfying. I basically call B.S.
When Portia fell in love with the vampire trying to get his soul back, I bought it. When she continued to love him despite the fact that he had decided to stay a vampire, I didn't buy it at all. It would be one thing if he'd returned, still on the hunt for his soul but unsure where to find it, but that's not how this played out.
Portia proved to be a dimwit at several points, particularly when she was pretending to be a vampire and one of them, obviously unconvinced that she had turned, threw holy water on her face and she sys something like, "It's only water." Really? You didn't guess that she was spraying you with holy water?
Then, of course, there was the bit about vampire romance that always turns my stomach -- being turned on by a man sucking your blood. "Oh please eat me! Please!"
So basically I didn't like it. :=)