Celine is a French blogger who writes some fictional reviews about the books she loves the most and they always make me laugh. I hope the humor even if translated is kept. Thanks for her reviews.
Lux, Book 1
Synopsis: Starting over sucks.
When we moved to West Virginia right before my senior year, I’d pretty much resigned myself to thick accents, dodgy internet access, and a whole lot of boring… until I spotted my hot neighbor, with his looming height and eerie green eyes. Things were looking up.
And then he opened his mouth.
Daemon is infuriating. Arrogant. Stab-worthy. We do not get along. At all. But when a stranger attacks me and Daemon literally freezes time with a wave of his hand, well, something… unexpected happens.
The hot alien living next door marks me.
You heard me. Alien. Turns out Daemon and his sister have a galaxy of enemies wanting to steal their abilities, and Daemon’s touch has me lit up like the Vegas Strip. The only way I’m getting out of this alive is by sticking close to Daemon until my alien mojo fades.
If I don’t kill him first, that is.
Disclaimer: « The characters and situations in this story are fictional, any resemblance to existing persons and situations can only be coincidental«
-You have broken your vows of non-bookish purchases! The Chat du Cheshire exclaims.
-Shhhh, down a tone, I whisper, feeling smaller and peering carefully around us.
Melliane casts a glance over her shoulder. I feel her nervous since we arrived. We all are.
-But Still le Chat whispers, leaning forward. You broke your vows!
Melliane gags her by putting a hand on her mouth.
-Shut up, they will notice us! The Gods-of-all-the-things-of-the-seas-and-earth have eyes everywhere.
-But She broke her vows and three times … Three times le Chat adds, shaking her hand.
-Eh oh, I do not work in a bookstore…
Le Chat does not listen to me. After removing a tissue from her purse, she carefully wipes the table, leaning her elbows on the edge and puts her chin on her hands, a small smile on her face.
-So was it good?
Melliane imitates her and blows on a strand of hair that eventually falls back on her nose. She adopts the same position, and repeats:
-Yes, was it good?
I scan the room once again. We didn’t have the idea of the century, it appears. We should have been in a meeting of the anonymous books-addicts, and instead of that, we are in a dubious bar, two blocks away from the place.
Full of good will, we found ourselves in front of the books-addicts’ building, but our misfortune to save The Last Runaway has made us aware of the magnitude of our task. This is a real fortress, guarded by mad dogs that tore my favorite jeans and left a memory on my ass. I still can not sit down, I even had to bring an airbag to help me, which made the girls laugh a lot. Me? much less. Ten stitches still, a real war wound. I deserve a medal just for that.
The waitress drops us our drinks on the table. Tea for the girls, and chamomile for me. I have to calm myself. The bartender with greasy hair made a funny face when Melliane went ordering at the counter. He opened a dusty box and pulled out three bags. I hope they indeed contain tea. I observe a moment this mature woman wiggling on her stilts and who seems clumsy with her tray. And if it was one? One of their spies … One last look around. The bar walls are covered with posters of old hard rock stars, and here and there a skull addresses us a sinister smile. The Gods-of-all-the-things-of-the-sea-and-the-land could be anywhere in anyone.
Melliane gives me a nudge. She struggled to keep her curls in her bar tonight, as if the stress of the meeting made them even more unruly.
-Oh, yes, it was good, it was really good. I love what Jennifer L. Armentrout does. I loved Wait for You, which I also reread from time to time … So I let myself be tempted.
-And You broke your vows, le Chat sighs.
I shake my head.
-No, not at all, it was a pre-order.
Melliane interrupts me, these digressions annoy her a bit. She knows that we have little time.
-And Daemon, how is he?
-An Asshole … but a sexy asshole, that changes everything.
The girls nod in silence, le Chat bears her tea to her lips. It is hot. She suppresses a grin.
-But it’s not for Daemon that I finished it in one evening … No … it’s because JLA has the gift of recreating atmospheres, a world apart. Some have compared it to Twilight, but anyway, if we take a young adult universe with powers, a love story, we can not but think of twilight. I also found that it was more adult than Twilight, less moralizing too. And the story is just as beautiful …
– And you cracked three times …
I nibbled the inside of my cheeks, appalled by my fault.
-I have read Volume 1 in one evening and the next day I felt like inhabited. It must be the power of the Luxens. I needed book two, but it is not translated … And I do not understand English …
-Oh hard, Melliane said.
I want to strangle her a little bit. Because she reads in English and she is always trying to taunt me with her readings. She is always ahead of us. But I forbear, I like her.
-But I read Spanish … And I found it in Spanish … As well as volume two and three, and four …. so I clicked, because I needed them … But even so, the shipping time would be too long, you know. And there was a promo, oh a tiny nothing at all about volume two. And I took it in ebook. But I’ll have the paperback copy for my library!
Melliane shakes her head with a sad look.
-You’re really hooked …
-says the girl who yearns with the idea of reading the volume 3 by Anne Bishop.
We all three push a long sigh.
-It is hopeless …
-And we must develop a strategy, a real one because …
I do not have time to finish my sentence a cold wind takes us. Yet it was not so bad in this bar …
The redhead-Cerberus has just entered and is headed straight towards us. She does not look happy. I slip in a movement that I hope discreet, under the table and I knock my head against Melliane‘s.
Le Chat and she had the same idea…