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White Hot Kiss
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
August 25, 2020
Jennifer L. Armentrout's books have always felt like comfort food to me, and this was the first book of hers I ever read, so it's extra special in that it was my first literary bowl of mac and cheese: I know it isn't good for me, I know my body isn't really capable of digesting it, but goddamn it, yes please, I will take another serving.
Honestly, this trilogy is a bucket o' tropes but I think something Armentrout does is that she takes those tropes, recognizes their hokey nature, and gets as much fun dumb trash out of it as is humanly possible, and it's kinda great!
This series is peak guilty pleasure, and most of it lies in our main love interest, Roth, who is a wise-cracking jackass whom I adored from moment one. He is the sort of character (and, more accurately, character type) I find myself missing often. These books don't do anything new with this archetype, but it's done so well and with such charm that, at the end of the day, I just really, thoroughly enjoy myself whenever he's on the page.
I'll admit, this is one of the few book series I've bought copies of twice and I did it because I wanted to get the covers that weren't ugly. I like these books and I wanted a nice set to put on my shelf! I'm just so fond of these books and I'm really glad I decided to revisit them.
Unrelated addendum: When I first read this series back in 2016, I was deep into my now-perfect save file of Jonathan Blow's indie puzzle game, The Witness and I would listen to these audiobooks while raging at each and every failed leap in logic and wrong answer, and, now that I'm listening to them again, it is making me see those accursed puzzles behind my eyes again for the first time in more than 4 years. Thanks, Saskia Maarleveld!
February 16, 2016
This is the sort of trashy, borderline-awful, stupidly sexy stuff I used to read and I've missed it way more than I care to admit. Mediocre stuff is good stuff when there's a hot guy in it, that's just science.
Jennifer L. Armentrout's books have always felt like comfort food to me, and this was the first book of hers I ever read, so it's extra special in that it was my first literary bowl of mac and cheese: I know it isn't good for me, I know my body isn't really capable of digesting it, but goddamn it, yes please, I will take another serving.
Honestly, this trilogy is a bucket o' tropes but I think something Armentrout does is that she takes those tropes, recognizes their hokey nature, and gets as much fun dumb trash out of it as is humanly possible, and it's kinda great!
This series is peak guilty pleasure, and most of it lies in our main love interest, Roth, who is a wise-cracking jackass whom I adored from moment one. He is the sort of character (and, more accurately, character type) I find myself missing often. These books don't do anything new with this archetype, but it's done so well and with such charm that, at the end of the day, I just really, thoroughly enjoy myself whenever he's on the page.
I'll admit, this is one of the few book series I've bought copies of twice and I did it because I wanted to get the covers that weren't ugly. I like these books and I wanted a nice set to put on my shelf! I'm just so fond of these books and I'm really glad I decided to revisit them.
Unrelated addendum: When I first read this series back in 2016, I was deep into my now-perfect save file of Jonathan Blow's indie puzzle game, The Witness and I would listen to these audiobooks while raging at each and every failed leap in logic and wrong answer, and, now that I'm listening to them again, it is making me see those accursed puzzles behind my eyes again for the first time in more than 4 years. Thanks, Saskia Maarleveld!
February 16, 2016
This is the sort of trashy, borderline-awful, stupidly sexy stuff I used to read and I've missed it way more than I care to admit. Mediocre stuff is good stuff when there's a hot guy in it, that's just science.