"I could send the police to Stalker's door to tell him--or her--to cut it the hell out! Obscenities--the lowest form of communication, according to Mom. But they felt so good right now."
I know its still early, but I can not get a read on this girl. She's super young, but apparently was part of some super spy-get-the-bad-guy organization and married some dude she barely knew...but "hell" is an obscenity?
I liked these guys, I really did. There were things about them that frustrated me, but I got them. And felt for them.
I enjoyed the few flashbacks we got, I wish we had gotten more. It would have added depth to the story and an intensity between the characters that just wasn't quite up to par.
I did get pretty pissed at one point and wanted to chuck the book out the window, but I'm glad I didn't.
There are some incredible side characters as well, I can't wait for more of Shaw and Bash. Especially Shaw. And I hope its dirty.
So yeah, I gave up on this one, which hurts my feelings because I used to absolutely LOVE this series. But I just couldn't muster any enthusiasm to keep on ...
It might be more of a 3.5, I don't know. I love Sarina Bowen's books. This, for me, was definitely not as good as Goodbye Paradise, but I did enjoy it. There were a few things that brought my rating down. I won't spoiler anything, I just really...it took a turn that was unexpected to me and it kind of pulled me out of the story a bit, maybe for anyone else it wouldn't. It just seemed off to me. Overall though, definitely liked the guys and felt for their situations and while I felt the connection between them, it wasn't as solid as it could have been.
hehehehehe....I'm excited, but absolutely ready for everything to implode.
I'm feeling a bit sad. I used to read these and I loved them. Idk if it's because my taste has changed or if this one is just not as awesome as the others
This was pretty fucked up. I liked it, not as well as The 9th Girl, but it held my interest. I liked most of the characters: Tony, Vince, Anne. I was super disturbed, too. I mean all murder mysteries are gross, but this one, was...yeah, it was nasty. I liked that I couldn't immediately figure it all out, that it kept my mind working and trying put all the pieces together. I think maybe I was a little disappointed with how it was resolved, but worth the read.
"I know the London way is to wait until four o'clock, but here on the moor it is never too early for tea and morphine."
But I can't help myself...I'm so upset right now
I mean...seriously? It was...what it was? For real?
I LOVED you! I LOVED you all! And now...god...
oh and Nora?
It was the very best quality of my friend, Warlock Holmes. Yes, I was always one to be burdened by the particulars of a case--swamped in the minutiae, looking for that one, elusive clue that would turn the whole tale. Holmes never cared for such things. He'd simply find the person he liked best--then he'd do anything for them.
"So what does it mean that this is my favorite image? God wants me sitting at Jesus's feet?"
"I think He wants you at someone's feet."
"Are you sorry for what happened? To -----, I mean?"
"Not really, Watson. He got what was coming to him and the next fellow to endanger our world so callously deserves the same."
He sighed, peeped absentmindedly through the crack in the window curtains and added, "Even if it's me."