Publisher: Osprey Publishing
Release Date: January 8th 2013
Genres: Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, General, Love & Romance, Science Fiction, Young Adult
Imagine a modern spin on Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein where a young couple’s undying love and the grief of a father pushed beyond sanity could spell the destruction of them all.
A string of suspicious deaths near a small Michigan town ends with a fall that claims the life of Emma Gentry's boyfriend, Daniel. Emma is broken, a hollow shell mechanically moving through her days. She and Daniel had been made for each other, complete only when they were together. Now she restlessly wanders the town in the late Fall gloom, haunting the cemetery and its white-marbled tombs, feeling Daniel everywhere, his spectre in the moonlight and the fog.
When she encounters newcomer Alex Franks, only son of a renowned widowed surgeon, she's intrigued despite herself. He's an enigma, melting into shadows, preferring to keep to himself. But he is as drawn to her as she is to him. He is strangely... familiar. From the way he knows how to open her locker when it sticks, to the nickname she shared only with Daniel, even his hazel eyes with brown flecks are just like Daniel's.
The closer they become, though, the more something inside her screams there's something very wrong with Alex Franks. And when Emma stumbles across a grotesque and terrifying menagerie of mangled but living animals within the walls of the Franks' estate, creatures she surely knows must have died from their injuries, she knows.
This was bad. Like, really bad. Predictable, unrealistic, cheesy, sappy, and boring are a few adjectives that immediately come to mind. It was… weird. Not weird in a good way either, but seriously kind of messed up.
Let’s start with our main character, Emma. Her boyfriend has recently died and she’s still torn up apart it, visiting his “grave” every day after school. I say grave with quotation marks because it’s not actually his grave, it’s a random cemetery by her house. Daniel doesn’t have a grave because his parents donated his body to science. We don’t even find out how he find until almost the end of the novel.
Emma is ridiculously frustrating. She is always falling/flailing/tripping over everything, no one on earth is this clumsy. And that comes from someone who ran into a telephone pole while simultaneously twisting her ankle on a rock. Anyway. All will be going well and then there is a line thrown that she suddenly trips over/drops something. It doesn’t even fit in. Of course, Alex is there to catch her every time. Every time. She breaks her hand punching her locker. Punching. Her. Locker.
Alex’s dad, a “doctor”, even breaks Emma’s hand on purpose. First, how is that humanly possible, and second-why is this guy a doctor?
Emma is “very pretty,” with blonde hair and blue eyes. We constantly have to hear how nice and natural hers is compared to her best friend’s “bottle blonde.” Who cares? I did not pick this up to be educated on various shades of artificial blonde.
The lines ooze with so much sap I thought my hands would be sticky. Dialogue that no one would say it real life like: “My dreams are about you every night, you are in my heart always, it belongs to you, etc,” is abound. It’s actually much creepier in context but you get it.
Let’s see, what am I leaving out? Oh, yes. The weird.
“I feel really funny wearing your mom’s clothes.” His dead mom’s clothes.
“Please don’t. I’m sure she would’ve wanted my girlfriend taken care of.”
Girlfriend. The word makes my heart soar.
What? WHAT. He’s totally cool with his girlfriend wearing his dead mom’s clothes, practically encourages it, and all she can think of is how he called her his girlfriend.
The only reason I even finished this was because I curious as to what magnificent explanation there was for the Frankenstein-like plot. There wasn’t one, just a cliched ending.
Well, I better stop now before I really start to rant. Stay far away from this one, readers.