You know how you read book one of a series, and you fall hopelessly in love with the atmosphere, the characters and just everything, so that by the end of it you’re like
And then you wait, and wait and WAIT and book 2 comes out and you’re like:
I’m crushed you guys. CRUSHED. There are bits where my interest is piqued, but then the boring bits come — two timelines, and I swear, I’ve been coming around to them, but this is just deadly boring.
Do I keep listening? Maybe it’s me? I don’t want to give up on it, my patience is running thin. Sighs.
Did I mention I’m crushed???
I’ve been focusing on other things instead to make me not want to cry in frustration.
Maya is the kind of girl I can identify with — someone whose parents have her life planned out, even though she has other things she wants to do — like film school. She’s also Indian-American and a Muslim and shares the last name of a suicide bomber. So what happens when the community around her is inflamed by hatred and fear? Nothing good I think. This is a story that takes something we take for granted — having the same last name as someone else — and turns it into something else entirely. Whether you’re a Jones, Habib, Singh or Smith.
Angela and Jason meet, fall in love and have the life she’s always wanted — a life in which she can start again, and leave her past behind — whatever it may be, because I’m not that lucky to find out what she’s running from. And then, when Jason’s career takes off, shit hits the fan, as it does when things get good. Two women come forward with allegations against Jason, and then one disappears. At this point, Jason asks her to defend him in court and she realises that she might find out things about him he would not want her to know. This creeps me out because well, Jason. But what is Angela trying to forget about in her past as well?
Look, I might have a thing for domestic noir alright – I fully admit that because here’s another husband and wife — though technically woman and fiance thing. This sounds like an absolute mind-f**k. A woman finds herself in a house, waking up to a man she doesn’t recognise. He says he’s her fiance, but how can she believe him? There’s nothing in the house that says they’re in a relationship and she basically wants to stick a knife in him. Literally. And to add to this, they begin to realise someone is after them, but how the hell do they trust each other? Again, does this not sound like a mind-F**K?
I feel like I might’ve recced this before, but I am still waiting for Magicians Impossible to come out on Audibook, and cursging Audible for ignoring my numerous emails about it, and shifting the buck back onto the publisher who won’t make it available to Australia.
I digress. THIS is a book about Sydney, a magician with an incredible power who is going to save magic in this world of hers from the thing that is killing it dead. DEAD. Except for the slight problem that she wants to destroy the system in place controlling her world. Why? Because she comes from the House of Shadows, which controls magic through the help of sacrifices of magicians.
You know what’s interesting about this — it’s all about Sydney who wants to destroy everything. There are no — for what of a better word — good guys here to help Sydney understand her error of her ways, or help her with her plan of destruction. What is driving this story? Or opposing Sydney in this world?
Something happened to Anna Fox, something so bad she hasn’t left her home in 10 months. But it’s her people watching, her window where she can watch her neighbours is what saves her — and that’s how she sees the Russells, who are the perfect picture of normality. Except, Anna is witness to something to do with the family — an attack, are they all dead? Who knows because the blurb won’t frigging SAY — and she wants to find out the truth about what happened. But whose going to believe her?… my question is, why wouldn’t they believe her? Did something happen to the family after all because missing or dead people are kind of a big giveaway that something is up. And why would she not be able to trust herself because that is the best most worst last line of a blurb. Ever.
And that’s what I’m looking forward to because what I’m reading now sucks. What do I dooooo???