The Buzz: “Finally,” decry the mysterious “they” who inform us of all the key books we simply must read, “a strong, well-defined, kick-butt female protagonist in a paranormal romance book with angels!” Because apparently we don’t already have enough bland Buffy clones substituting well-timed roundhouse kicks for characterization running around.
The Booze: This is the kind of book that reads more like a laundry list of every YA cliche imaginable than anything resembling a new or interesting story.
Love triangle between some hot dark-and-mysterious dude that shows up and your best friend? Check.
Mysterious and unexplained supernatural rules that dictate She Cannot Be With The One She Loves for no apparent reason? Check.
Survival of the entire world literally hinges upon which dude she picks in her angst-ridden love triangle? Check.
Ridiculously hot heroine convinced she is fugly? Check.
Unique never-before-seen snowflake of a heroine who has magical powers no one in the history of ever has had before? Check.
Abusive past for said heroine? Check.
Blindly helpful best gal pay with no personality aside from totally ignoring her BFF’s mental health and safety? Check.
Deceased mother? Check.
Constantly busy/borderline-deadbeat dad? Check.
Either this author has never read a YA novel before, or has read so many that she decided the key to the BEST STORY EVAR would be taking all of the overused easy bids for reader sympathy ever and stuffing them all into one book. Fine. Plenty of other people have done this (obviously, or it wouldn’t be cliched). You would think that all of these trite appeals to our pity would make us feel some kind of marginal empathy for our heroine, Violet Eden (yep, Eden is her last name, in a book about angels. Subtle, right?! I am only surprised she doesn’t have purple eyes, but there’s always time for those to appear).
Luckily, any sympathy we might feel for any of Violet’s many plights is pretty much immediately killed by her fucking whiney-ass attitude.
The book opens on Violet sitting on the bus home from school, ignoring her “best friend” as she “blabbers on” trying to cheer Violet up (how fucking dare she, that bitch?!), because it is Violet’s birthday, and Violet’s mom died giving birth to her, so clearly all of the emo feels must be had.
Violet then goes on to bitch about, in no particular order: her dad ignoring her, her dad paying attention to her, her best (girl)friend ignoring her, her best (girl)friend paying attention to her, some creepy guy hitting on her, said creepy guy no longer hitting on her, her best (guy)friend not telling her he has feelings for her, her best (guy)friend revealing that he couldn’t tell her about those feelings because of angel rules, her best (guy)friend breaking the rules to tell her he wants to be with her, finding out she’s part angel, finding out she has magic powers, finding out her best (guy)friend was forced to lie to her through no fault of his own… And so on. Basically, at some point in the novel, she complains about everything that happens, whether or not it was exactly what she told us she wanted to happen 2 pages ago.
And while we’re on the topic of complaining, may I just complain about the fact that the MC’s glossed-over abusive past experience (the point of which seems to just be Motivation To Become a Badass and also maybe the reason she’s attracted to so many way-older guys) makes the absentee dad a million times more unbelievable? “Gee, my daughter was nearly raped and is clearly still suffering from some PTSD, I think I’m going to go on a business trip for the duration of this entire book! 25-year-old boyfriend, what? Don’t worry, I gave him a stern talking-to about respecting my daughter after they’d already spent 3 years in constant company alone at his apartment!”
On the bright side, I did appreciate that the heroine is shown actually, you know, training in martial arts/running/climbing/general badassery. She doesn’t just magically become an awesome fighter after previously having issues even playing a game of volleyball. The prose was decent at some points, especially when Violet was waxing poetic about her love of art. That may be the only thing she never bitches about, in fact.
My rating? Two sideways thumbs of “meh.” I dunno. If you’re obsessed with angels, sure, give it a go. I still recommend you have a drink on hand. Just in case.
Prescription: Muddle mint leaves with lime juice, mix in equal parts club soda and white rum, and top with a floater of Bacardi 151, which should then be set on fire. Works even better if you sugar the rim of the glass first, because caramelized sugar and flames for the win. And because you’ll need that extra kick of 151 to get through the descriptions of the secondary love interest’s jealous possessiveness, dark sexy eyes and “sparks of energy.”