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thenia 's review for:
The Darkest Night
by Gena Showalter
Even if I completely ignore the fact that the Greek mythology on which this one is looooosely based on is butchered beyond belief, and even if the completely uninspired and based-on-nothing way the two main characters fall head over heels for each other from the moment they lay eyes on each other can be tolerated, there was something that made this book a chore for me to read.
The pretentious and pompous as hell way they kept talking, throwing around words like "forever" and "always" and the like, for people they've only just met, especially the big bad demon-"infected" warrior, made my eyes almost stick to the top of my head from too much eye-rolling and at times even my gag-reflex was triggered at what I was reading...
Although it started very promising and I'd really like to know more about the warriors and their abilities and their adventures, the writing... Too much talking without saying anything. They talked and talked about their feelings and about everything really, instead of expressing them somehow. The plot was unraveling excruciatingly slow, the characters had epiphanies about new found world-changing feelings that grew to unmanaged proportions and the "kick-assery" somehow felt forced down my throat.
Pity, it had potential. I don't know when or IF I'll read the next book, but if I do, it's not going to be in the near future.
The pretentious and pompous as hell way they kept talking, throwing around words like "forever" and "always" and the like, for people they've only just met, especially the big bad demon-"infected" warrior, made my eyes almost stick to the top of my head from too much eye-rolling and at times even my gag-reflex was triggered at what I was reading...
Although it started very promising and I'd really like to know more about the warriors and their abilities and their adventures, the writing... Too much talking without saying anything. They talked and talked about their feelings and about everything really, instead of expressing them somehow. The plot was unraveling excruciatingly slow, the characters had epiphanies about new found world-changing feelings that grew to unmanaged proportions and the "kick-assery" somehow felt forced down my throat.
Pity, it had potential. I don't know when or IF I'll read the next book, but if I do, it's not going to be in the near future.