they're gonna give you hell

Last summer, I started the Blue Bloods series, after finding myself in love with the covers at the bookstore. I know, I know. They say to not judge a book by its cover, but I can't help the fact that I do. Pretty covers with masquerade masks on them draw me in unlike others.

Regardless, I picked up the first two books in the series and devoured them both quickly. I began to notice parallels between Blue Bloods and Harry Potter that were undeniable. It's like Harry, Ron and Hermione were vampires instead of wizards, sent off to vampire school to learn all about their vampirism. I was curious.

Revelations, the third installment, came out in the fall of 2008, and I eagerly anticipated it for months. The first two novels were well put together and read decently. I expected the third to move the story along fluidly, just as the others had.

Instead, I found, Melissa De La Cruz fell flat with this one. It jumped around between the characters too quickly, introducing far too many subplots that felt useless, despite them coming together in the end, anyway. I no longer connected with the characters, and found myself caring less and less about their well being. The love triangle De La Cruz tried to really hit home in this book left me feeling empty - I didn't care whether or not main character Schuyler got together with either gentleman.

What really drove the point home for me was the end, where instead of feeling sympathy for the characters, I laughed, at the climatic moment that was meant to be devastating to a number of characters. I laughed. Literally. I read the paragraph and laughed out loud.

I am surely going to hell.

It's disappointing. I was really feeling this series until this book flopped for me. I'm not sure I can even be bothered with the fourth installment at this rate. What a waste.