Dead Of Winter by Kresley Cole: a book review
Why do I do this to myself?
Evie Greene started out as a likable protagonist. She really did. But this book was everything I didn't like about the series all wrapped up in the span of three hundred pages.
Why, you ask? Well, let's talk about that god-awful love triangle.
This book became a plotless pile of steaming angst. Left and right, there was constant drama between the characters. The fact danger was at every corner used to be a major selling point. But this time, the romance was the only thing Cole seemed to focus on.
I love Jack at this point, and it isn't even because he's my type of dude. I just hate Aric so vehemently this series is basically over for me.
The "romance" between Evie and Death is toxic, manipulative, and goes against everything I stand for as a person, a reader, and an author. I am offended by this material, offended that we glorify a relationship which, other characters in the story, summarize as a clear example of Stockholm Syndrome. That is precisely what their relationship is. I am baffled by the fact the author tries to package it as anything but that.
The fact that the entire book is spent pushing her to make a decision about which guy she wants is ridiculous and reflects the ridiculous notion that a main character needs to be with someone. You have got to be kidding me.
This book was so ridiculous at times I started laughing. The moments of action and fighting were epic, but I couldn't stand any on-page moments with Evie and Death. He is so thoroughly horrible, but because he's attractive, it's all good.
This book's primary focus was that love triangle. I'm so done.
Don't even get me started on the lack of diversity. There are too many attractive, blonde white people for my liking.
All in all, this was pretty bad. It wasn't even entertaining anymore. It was eye-rollingly awful.
If I read another book in this series, I'm 90% sure I'm gonna throw up in my mouth. These books have gotten to a point where they're plotless, repetitive, and just feel like they exist solely to make money.
Evie Greene started out as a likable protagonist. She really did. But this book was everything I didn't like about the series all wrapped up in the span of three hundred pages.
Why, you ask? Well, let's talk about that god-awful love triangle.
I love Jack at this point, and it isn't even because he's my type of dude. I just hate Aric so vehemently this series is basically over for me.
The "romance" between Evie and Death is toxic, manipulative, and goes against everything I stand for as a person, a reader, and an author. I am offended by this material, offended that we glorify a relationship which, other characters in the story, summarize as a clear example of Stockholm Syndrome. That is precisely what their relationship is. I am baffled by the fact the author tries to package it as anything but that.
The fact that the entire book is spent pushing her to make a decision about which guy she wants is ridiculous and reflects the ridiculous notion that a main character needs to be with someone. You have got to be kidding me.
This book was so ridiculous at times I started laughing. The moments of action and fighting were epic, but I couldn't stand any on-page moments with Evie and Death. He is so thoroughly horrible, but because he's attractive, it's all good.
This book's primary focus was that love triangle. I'm so done.
Don't even get me started on the lack of diversity. There are too many attractive, blonde white people for my liking.
All in all, this was pretty bad. It wasn't even entertaining anymore. It was eye-rollingly awful.
If I read another book in this series, I'm 90% sure I'm gonna throw up in my mouth. These books have gotten to a point where they're plotless, repetitive, and just feel like they exist solely to make money.
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