I wave the white flag of surrender

City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare


My rating: 2 of 5 stars


I've been reading the Mortal Instrument's series through somewhere in the neighborhood of 1200 pages at this point. I made it to 40% of this book before I finally had to admit it.

I simply don't care anymore.

The first three books were flawed, but reasonably entertaining. Book 4 had great promise, although the cliff-hanger ending mildly annoyed me. I should've known that the story was going nowhere when I wasn't consumed by rage at the fact that Cassandra Clare left me in Book 4 at the point that she left me.

So, this book. Yes, it's a DNF. No, I don't think I will be reading anymore of the series. I'm bored with the characters. I get it that Jace is all golden hotness. For the love of all that is holy, I understand that he glimmers, glistens, is luminescent in his goldenness. Can we move on, now, please? He's hot. Fine. And Clary, well, she has evolved from a moderately engaging mundane into one of the worse cases of wish-fulfillment I've. ever. freaking. seen. in. fiction. Can we just call her Clary-Sue and be done with it, please?

As for the secondary characters, I still love Magnus. But he's just not enough to keep me reading. Simon - yeah, I liked him too, until the author stripped him of every single interesting aspect to his character. He's a vampire? Really? He's the most boring vampire I've ever seen. He makes the vampires from Twilight look positively ferocious.

So, yeah, I didn't like this book. I'm done with the series. Because by 40% of the book, nothing has actually happened. Not one thing. Although, it gets an extra star because the cover is really pretty.

The Blade Itself by Markus Sakey

This book was chosen as a group read by a goodreads group. It is unlikely that I would've found, much less read, this book, otherwise. Having said that, I found it to be a well-written, albeit somewhat forgettable, crime drama about an anti-hero.

 

 Plot summary: The book opens with a simple burglary break-in that goes very, very bad. Danny - our anti-hero - and Evan - our antagonist - are partners from the old neighborhood who are engaged in petty thievery. Things get ugly when Evan shoots and badly injures the business owner, and Danny takes off. Evan goes off to prison, and Danny starts to rebuild his life. Seven years later is really when the book begins, with Evan's release from prison, and recontacting of Danny with a plan for Danny to right the wrongs that Evan perceives have been done him by putting together one big score.

 Things rapidly go from bad, to badder, to positively awful, for Danny. Evan has not been rehabilitated by his stint in custody. It becomes clearly early on in the book that things are going to spiral out of control, and that there is the potential for Danny to lose everything that he has built over the preceding seven years.

 Review: The positives about this book: it is well-written and held my attention. I haven't read a lot of Dennis Lehane, but this book did remind me of what I have read of his work. A glimpse into the life of the street thug was interesting. The dialogue was convincing, and the plotting was workmanlike. The supporting characters were well drawn and engaging - Karen, Danny's unlikely girlfriend, the happy-go-lucky but doomed Patrick, Danny's friend from the neighborhood, Debbie, the rough around the edges consort of Evan who named herself after Debbie Harry, the lead singer for Blondie.

 The negatives about this book: in spite of the fact that I enjoyed the book, this will probably be a longer list. I never really connected with Danny. He is an anti-hero, to be sure, and I have a difficult time rooting for the anti-hero. I think that the author attempted to set up a convincing moral choice for Danny, but I don't think he really succeeded in this endeavor. I didn't like the ending at all. It felt, again, like Danny simply escaped responsibility for his own poor choices. I wasn't at all convinced.

Overall, I enjoyed the book enough that I will seek out other books by the author. As a debut it was a good, but not great, effort.

My, how time does fly . . .

I've been ignoring my blog, ignoring reviews, although not ignoring my reading. I can see that, since I am nearly two months behind, there is no chance of catching up.  Instead, I will just jump back in - with both feet.

I'll probably post a few reviews of what I've read for the last six weeks. I've read some pretty good stuff. Lazy, lazy Mayhem.