Personal Demon (Women of the Otherworld, Book 8)
Random House (25th March 2008)
In 2003 I read my first urban fantasy: Kelley Armstrong’s Bitten. Thus reading her consequent novels is somewhat sentimental for me.
When half-demon and tabloid journalist Hope Adams goes undercover in a supernatural gang as a rich socialite, the story is enjoyable enough but hardly something to gobble up. However, the real action begins halfway through the novel with the mention of a panic room.
But as the bodies piled up, I didn’t feel completely satisfied; had that ‘good but not great’ feeling. But about thirty pages from the end was an idea that gobsmacked me with its brilliance and sheer originality. More than a few readers will rush to re-read Stolen, the second book in the series. It really justifies the author as my favourite.
I wish I could say that I was pleased at the novel’s conclusion, but I wasn’t. Something else happened that really made me think, if this is true, then the author will set a new benchmark that other writers could only dream of reaching. But instead, what a freaking copout. If you who know what I’m talking about, please email me privately as I’d like to know if I’m alone with that feeling.