I have waited quite some time to read this book, so when I found it at a book sale for $2 I was pretty pumped. Now that I’ve finished it, I’d have to say that had I paid full retail price for this novel, I would be pretty disgruntled right now.
Now don’t take that as this is a bad book, it’s not. It’s well written, plot driven, mildy entertaining and chock full of paranormal shenanigans. The format is fun; journal entries, letters and newspaper articles tell the tale. However, I just never really connected with any of the characters. One thing I’ve learned about myself as a reader in the past year or so is that, if I can’t connect with characters, then I’m not connecting to the book no matter how great the plot and world building are. So, if you’re unlike me and care mostly about the plot, well you’ll probably be fine.
Lizzie Borden had to kill her parents. They were slowly turning into these creatures that may or may not try to kill her and her sister or anyone else they come into contact with. There you have the basis of our tale, two sisters trying to understand what and where these creatures come from and how they possess people.
Lizzie’s sister, Emma, is quite the twat. Sure it sucks, you’re suffering from consumption on a daily basis. But, your poor, sweet, misunderstood sister takes care of your every need day in and day out and you can’t even be remotely happy that she’s getting a little tail on the side? You don’t like the fact that someone else loves her and cares for her as no one else does? If Emma was my sister and this was her thanks to me for all the care and love I had provided her, I’d throw her ass down the stairs.
If I had any feelings for anyone, it would be the poor ax murderess.
The book did have some really on point stances about religion though:
“I’ve seen science change a patient’s diagnosis, but I’ve never heard a prayer that changed God’s mind about a damned thing.”
“We crawled primordial from the water, our grand-ancestors times a million generations; we escaped the tides, the sharks, and the leviathans of the deep, only to find ourselves on land – where we became the things we’d sought to escape, and we invented gods to blame. Not gods of the ocean, for we’d been to the ocean, and seen that the water was empty of the divine. Not gods of the earth, for we have walked upon the dirt, and we are alone here.
So we install our gods in the sky, because we haven’t yet eliminated the firmament as a possibility.”
3 out of 5 stars