Armentrout, Do You Have A Death Wish?

Because I know some people who can help. NAMELY ME. (More) No spoilers!

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------------------------- CLICKSummary: No one is like Daemon Black.

When he set out to prove his feelings for me, he wasn’t fooling around. Doubting him isn’t something I’ll do again, and now that we’ve made it through the rough patches, well... There’s a lot of spontaneous combustion going on.

But even he can’t protect his family from the danger of trying to free those they love.

After everything, I’m no longer the same Katy. I’m different... And I’m not sure what that will mean in the end. When each step we take in discovering the truth puts us in the path of the secret organization responsible for torturing and testing hybrids, the more I realize there is no end to what I’m capable of. The death of someone close still lingers, help comes from the most unlikely source, and friends will become the deadliest of enemies, but we won’t turn back. Even if the outcome will shatter our worlds forever.

Together we’re stronger... and they know it. TO ADD TO GOODREADS -------------------------

All right. While Jennifer Armentrout is no Sarah Rees Brennan, THAT DOESN’T MAKE WHAT SHE’S DONE ANY BETTER. Then again, if all the Arum look like they do in that cover in her own head, I can understand why SHE HAS SO LITTLE SYMPATHY for the nearly insane.

Now, I read Opal by Jennifer Armentrout back in December, ordering up a hot plate of e-copy the day before it released or something like that. I would’ve reviewed this back then, but I was busy doing nothing eating cheesecake contemplating having a drink… suitable for 18-year-olds, of course, WHAT ELSE? studying O.O But, my friends, word to the wise: NEVER READ THIS BOOK BEFORE YOU TAKE A TEST. You will do poorly. I didn’t because I’m better than a bag of amazebeans, but there was a moment of doubt. Because Jennifer riles up ALL THE VOLATILE FEELINGS.



And CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE get me a can of… soda. Orange soda. My drink of choice, yeah.

Ok, So What Had Happened Was: Katy was doing a pretty stand-up job of throwing oil at my angry fire. I mean, there’s hard to get and then there’s BEING DUMB ENOUGH TO RESIST DAEMON BLACK FOR MORE THAN FIFTY PAGES. I got that she wanted to be all headstrong, independent, and capable, but this is when heroines need to just stop trying so hard. Because that’s when they fail at all their girl hopes for themselves. And because of her bad choices in Onyx, there are a ton of repercussions, including a very strained (to the point of nonexistent) relationship with her bff, scathing looks from her alien betters, and the culmination of Dawson’s disappearance, which had set the ball rolling back before there ever was a Katy. On the plus side, Daemon’s not repulsed by Jerkface Katy and we have a relationship on our hands. Will Katy and Daemon’s love survive the massive disasters awaiting them? I don’t know because Armentrout WON’T TELL ME.

‘Tis no secret that I read this series PURELY for my Daemon Black fix. Not to say that the Lux series doesn’t have other things to strut about, because it does (see: action-packed plot, supernatural conundrums, fun characters). But, other than the fact that this series is posi-lute-ly addictive, there’s not much that sets it a part from other YA paranormal romance series. Take Katy, for instance. ‘Sides the fact that she’s a fellow book blogger, her character traits aren’t unique to female main characters in a similar situation. Though she grows, she reacts to most situations the way you’d come to expect. There are no surprises.

In spite of all the unremarkable stuff, though, it’s hardly a bother to get near-terminally invested. The characters may not be outstanding or super unique, but they’re fun, amusing, and have great dynamics. They’re like the earrings to the story’s awesome new blouse—they make for eye-catching accents. And while Daemon possesses the arrogance some of you may be resistant to, no one can quite pull it off like Daemon. Like Jace, he has his own special brand of cockiness and goes about it in a way that’s endearing and sexy and unique to his person. And let’s be real here: he’s totes the star of our rampant fantasies among fictional men. Don’t be ashamed.

For some of you, I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know. Mainly I’m here to say



about the ending. Because never in my few years as a book blogger have I been so certain of an ending and still have found myself stupidly and completely SURPRISED by it. Your grandmother can figure out where the plot is leading our feisty, eager-for-alien-blood main characters even WITHOUT her bifocals. And YET.



What had me reacting so strongly, methinks, was the reactions of the characters to what was happening around them. Because, OBVS, they had no idea what tragic occurrence was about to befall them. They had NO reason to think that Blake the Flake would… you know. I WON’T EVEN SAY. All I will continue to say is: Armentrout, WHAT THE CRAP do you expect me to do with my sad, irritable self until you decide we’re allowed to have the rest of the story?!

I'm gluing on more wood onto my six-foot club, so WATCH YOUR UNREPENTANT HEAD.

I bought an e-book copy hot off of Amazon.