

This woman is the queen of the unreliable narrator. Bless her.
This book is almost like an out of body experience; the prose is ethereal and the characters are the kind that grab you so hard you expect to come away with bruises. Only issue is that the ending feels like it was tacked on just to make it a series. It still would have left me wanting more without the last couple of chapters.
Working in a bookstore is great because you can always find something to read. On the flip side, working in a bookstore is terrible because it just reminds you how much great stuff you haven't read yet. This series hits me in all the same places that love Artemis Fowl so I was thrilled to see that the sequel was finally out!
"How's the reading going?" "Fine. Walt almost drowned, but that's nothing out of the ordinary."
"When one is a god, the world hangs on your every word. When one is sixteen ... not so much."
It's not fantastic when I end up enjoying the hallucinations a lot more than the humans. Everybody feels in some way to either be clueless or painfully self absorbed. The ending is also rushed; I was so close to the end and there were still way too many unanswered questions.
"So let's raise our glasses to the accident season ... One more drink for the watery road."
I can't help but feel that everything in this book happened too fast. By the end, the pacing feels frantic and like a roller coaster with no brakes (fairly on the nose metaphor if you've read the book).
"Maybe she just got tired of everybody bothering her. Maybe she just wanted to be left alone."
"Then, for dessert, we'll die painful tragic deaths. Ready? Sweet. Let's do this."
"Wear your safety glasses and your raincoat. There will be blood."