My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Sadly not as good as the previous book. But it’s still pretty awesome. And I totally fell head over heels, stilettos sinking in the mud, severe concussion for the foreseeable future in love with the ending.
We’re for serious.
Mainly what bugged me so was the repetition, which I normally like if it’s something I have to mug up, like the fucking coordinates of the fucking meridians passing through who knows where and in Shakespeare plays because while reading for aesthetic and recreational purposes, his works are gold nuggets, in light of academic reprisal, exacted by evil doers playing teachers, it’s torturous. But seriously dude? Repeating bumper sticker notes at the beginning of chapters? Do not bode well, none. Same with some of the funny niceties and cracks, but I excused those because a girl has a limited arsenal, too, you know?
General impression: sexual frustration. For hell’s slacks, dudes! These do not get to go at it like rabbits in heat. Or supernatural entities in heat. Poor thingies. Ms Jones is a tease.