“One of the reviews on the back of the book compares this novel to Buffy the Vampire Slayer; on the surface, the comparison seems valid. Strong woman, check; demonic opponents, check; wisecracking, check...and there ends the comparison.
The heroine's self-conscious wisecracking became annoying, and the way her husband seemed to miss all the signs of recent demonic battles made him seem frankly dim. The demon lore was pretty shaky. Does bad breath mean you're a demon, or in league with one? If one demon can mask its bad breath with mints, why don't they all? And would any two year old really say, "Holey sheets?" The typos were annoying--though I snickered over Eddie's comment that demons are "vial" things.
Reading the book was like *listening* to a description of a Buffy episode, instead of watching it, and as little fun. "First, she figured this out, then she kicked some demon butt, then she ran around trying to keep the rest of her life normal." What was missing? Emotion. Genuine horror. Love. Heroism. An edgy, sideways look at modern America. Once all that has been subtracted, all that's left is dry bones. ”
Turrean wrote this review Monday, July 14 2008.
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