Opal Review

Having finished the Lux series, this is probably my least favorite of the five. Though it wasn’t a bad book, just a bit boring at times. It says a lot for a series though. A five book series that only has one slightly slow book. Normally series fizzle out by book 3 and don’t clime back up enough to make you want to finish. I definitely wanted to finish.

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Opal by Jennifer Armentrout

YA paranormal, fantasy, romance, sci fi

Published December 11, 2012

Opal was the lull in the series. It had to give the set up to the last two books for the ending, which I understand, but it was a bit on the slow side. I read it slower than the other books, which I didn’t put down. In this book we see Katy and Daemon together, so there isn’t anymore of the teen angsty type stuff. There are more serious things to attend to, like saving lives and trying to infiltrate a highly secure government facility without getting caught. The ending is tragic and makes me glad I read the book when the next one was out, because I wouldn’t have been biting at the bits to get my hands on the next one. Lucky for me my library had it in.

Blake is back and not to be trusted, obviously, but he is a super creeper-McCreeperson. Crazy things go down at the end of the book, however the first bit is very slow and just kept me waiting. Not a big fan of that. Some other people pop back in to say a hello. This does give some low level action in the middle, but nothing like I have come to expect from this series.

Overall not a bad book, a bit slow on the uptake, but necessary to transition into the final two.

Goodreads excerpt:

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.

As I said, I have finished the series, so I will be reviewing the final two soon.

Review: Mara Dyer Trilogy Books 1 and 2

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The Mara Dyer Series by Michelle Hodkin

#1: The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

#2: The Evolution of Mara Dyer

#3: The Retrobution of Mara Dyer (release date Nov 4, 2014)

YA Paranormal Thriller

Ok, so these books…yeah. Mind=Blown

First I was like

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and then I was like

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Because these books are crazy, I could. not. put. them. down. Here is the basic run down of the story:

Mara Dyer is a girl who may or may not be going completely insane. I’m talking institutionalized, schizophrenic, committed insane. She even thinks she might be, and her family is pretty convinced she is. Why is poor Mara having such a hard time? Well, let me tell you. First, she plays with a Ouija board at a friends house, big no no. Then she wakes up in a hospital room with no memory of how she got there. Her mother tells her that she was in an accident with three of her friends, but she is the only one who survived. Let the freaking out commence. Mara convinces her family to move so she can get a fresh start away from the memory of her friends and the tragedy that took their lives. After the move she starts to try to pick up the pieces of her life and also starts trying to remember what happens, only what she remembers isn’t what she expected.

Mara finds love, she finds her memory, and she finds the psychiatric ward. End of book one. In book two we find out that Mara may not be so cray cray after all, her life really is that insane. Though her parents don’t believe her still, her new boo does and he is really freaking hot and also shares some of Mara’s “issues.” Mara faces institutionalization again, but she is not alone anymore. There is a real threat, but nobody believes her. Everything she thought was in her mind, it might be real, and that is scarier than thinking she is crazy. The second book ends with a MAJOR cliff hanger… I mean….OMG!

I was hanging on by the edge of my comforter the entire time that I was reading both books. I’m talking, from the first paragraph of the first book to the last of the second book I was hooked. Even though I didn’t want to, I had to put the them down a few times when I was alone in the dark because it gets pretty intense. There are so many crazy things going on in this story that my head was spinning, in a good way. This is a definite on my recommendation list, and I can not wait for the final book to release in November!

The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

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The Evolution of Mara Dyer

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Tuesday Release: Dark Sacrafice

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Tdark sacrificeoday is the release date of Dark Sacrifice by Angie Sandro,the second book a new adult paranormal romance series. The first is Dark Paradise, which I loved! I received an advanced copy of Dark Sacrifice from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. I am currently reading Dark Sacrifice and it is great so far. Unfortunately I am making a last minute trip out of town and I won’t be able to post my review today, but I will get it posted asap.

About DARK SACRIFICE

 A GIFT AND A CURSE
Mala LaCroix sees dead people -really. After using her psychic gifts to catch a killer, she’s locked in a psych ward and must strike a deal with the devil to secure her release. Apprenticed to a dark arts practitioner, Mala vows to free herself and save her loved ones from danger. But she doesn’t know who to turn to when her crush on Landry Prince turns into something more serious.
A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH
Landry has sacrificed everything to protect Mala. A near-death experience changes him forever, and now he, too, possesses supernatural powers he doesn’t understand. Mala and Landry must band together to defeat the dark forces-both human and otherworldly-who would use their abilities for evil. Even as they fall for each other, they must prepare to battle for their very souls .

 

Excerpt

On Saturdays, the local farmers set up a market in Paradise Park. I plan to do my veggie shopping there since I didn’t get my garden planted this year. The streets bordering the park are packed. I’m lucky to find a spot in the parking lot of First National Bank kitty-corner from the Memorial Rose Garden. Colorful tents are lined up in orderly rows in the square. Each section is separated, with the organic foods in one row and regular folk who want to sell extra produce in the other. Local shops also set up booths selling everything from pastries, coffee and tea, handmade clothing and soaps, fresh eggs, organic meat, and toys and games. A freaktastic clown stands on the street corner with a tank of helium and a gaggle of kids around him. I’m tempted to buy Landry a balloon to cheer him up.

The passenger door slams shut as soon as I shut off the engine. Landry wastes no time coming around to open my door and lift me to the ground before I can squawk in protest. He strides off while I grab my cloth shopping bag, leaving me to stare after his retreating back in shock. When he’s halfway across the street, he pauses and turns around.

“This is your idea. Hurry,” he yells.

“I’m coming.” I shut the door and run to catch up. When I reach him, he moves around me until I’m on his blind side. He starts forward again, but slows his steps so they match mine. If I didn’t know him so well, I’d think he didn’t have a care in the world, but I do. He walks like he did in jail—shoulders back and tight, chest slightly raised. He scans the area, alert for a threat.

I take his hand, squeezing when he tries to pull away.

We blend into the crowd, strolling up and down the rows. It’s a mix of people of all ages. A few people say “hi.” Most don’t. A large percentage of them stare. I feel like I’m at the mercy of paparazzi.

“Smile and wave,” I mutter from the corner of my mouth, jabbing Landry in the side with my elbow.

“Huh?”

“You’re acting like you’ve done something wrong, but you haven’t. Don’t let these fools see you sweat. Weakness breeds violence. Like a silverback gorilla in the jungle, you need to beat your chest and fling your poop at someone.”

His snort-laugh doubles him over, and I pat him on the back. “That’s perfect,” I say. “No worries.”

He turns and lifts me into a breath-stealing hug. “Thanks,” he whispers in my ear and presses a brotherly kiss to my forehead. Wish he’d move his lips a little lower. Would a few inches kill him?

My voice comes a little thick and raspy too, and I cough to clear my throat. “No problem.”

How long has he been standing here holding me? We have an even larger audience than before. Now we really are the object of paparazzi-like behavior as people snap pictures of our embrace with their phones. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my cheek against his. “Cheese,” I say, grinning for the cameras.

A couple of high school kids start to laugh.

One yells, “Give her another kiss, Landry.”

“Yeah, Landry. Give me a kiss.” I bat my eyelashes, whispering in his ear, “I swear if you drop me on my ass in public—”

I don’t have to finish the threat.

His mouth steals across mine.

I lean into him, head tilting. My arms tighten around his neck. His lips are soft and juicy, like peaches. Yum. My thoughts scatter and swirl, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on mine.

He breaks free first and lowers me to my feet. He avoids my gaze. “Did it work?” he asks, running his fingers through his black hair so it falls forward to shield his eye again. He shifts from his forward foot to his back which somehow puts distance between us without him having to move.

I laugh, playing off the hurt. “Yeah, we gave our fans a titillating bit of new gossip to take the place of the old. Rumors about our relationship will be flying through town before lunch.” I glance around to be sure. The crowd drifts away, realizing there’s nothing more to see. Even better, nobody hurls insults or throws dead animals at our heads. “Let’s go.”

 

Angie Sandro_author photoAbout the Author: Angie Sandro

Angie Sandro was born at Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri. Within six weeks, she began the first of eleven relocations throughout the United States, Spain, and Guam before the age of eighteen.
Friends were left behind. The only constants in her life were her family and the books she shipped wherever she went. Traveling the world inspired her imagination and allowed her to create her own imaginary friends. Visits to her father’s family in Louisiana inspired this story. Angie now lives in Northern California with her husband, two children, and an overweight Labrador.

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