Showing posts with label shadowfever. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 13, 2009

Before the Ink Tattooes


Eliza here: I'm going to review the Fever Series by Karen Marie Moning. In case anyone noticed, I've been threatening to write this review for quite some time. Instead I go back and reread the books. That should say it all. I started on this series, already a fan of the author. By the time I finished the first book, I was furious! Absolutely, insane!
The book had NO conclusion, and neither does the second, or third.
To understand my dismay, you'd have to know my habits. Let me tell you, I'm an instant gratification type of person. (Read my books -there's usually sex in the first chapter, sometimes on the first page.) I don't watch soap operas EVER! I avoid TV series that have an ongoing theme, like 24 or Lost, or Heroes.
I want a conclusion and I want it NOW.
So why am I hooked on the Fever series?
Because I have become MacKayla Lane, Sidhe-seer and vengenance will be mine.
It's that good. I finished the second book at 11:30 pm and bought the third so I could read it online that very night.
I'm addicted, I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'm weak willed, and need my next fix. I'm not sure what to do until the next book comes out...and I'm sick to death because I hear there IS a conclusion. Then what will I do? No 'Death by Sex Seeley Princes' to drool over, no Jericho Barrons to wonder over and secretly desire, no Kelters to think about. And that's just the minor sex stuff. There are battles being waged, and Unseely Death by Sex Fae ready to turn me into a sex slave again while my so-called Sidhe seer cohorts leave me out on my own hunting the Sinsar Dubh.
The ink tattooes are for protection against...who knows...everything. I've got to find out what happened to my sister and find her murderer...Oh, and save the world from the invasion of the Unseeley Fae. Or that's what I think my mission is, anyway. I went from southern belle to Unseeley assassin overnight. I wonder what tomorrow has in store for me.
Eliza, I think...