Welcome To The Library Of Hell

Clea Raymond is a talented photojournalist and the daughter of high-profile parents. Usually she’s in total control of her camera, but after Clea’s father disappears while on a humanitarian mission, eerie, shadowy images of a strange and handsome young man begin to appear in Clea’s photos—a man she has never seen in her life. When Clea suddenly encounters this man in person she is stunned—and feels an immediate and powerful connection. As they grow closer, they are drawn deep into the mystery behind her father’s disappearance and discover the centuries-old truth behind their intense bond. Torn by a dangerous love triangle and haunted by a powerful secret that holds their fate, together they race against time to unravel their past in order to save their future—and their lives.

It was co-written with Elise Allen. It’s unclear how much was split between the two authors.

Sin 1: Clea is very obviously Duff’s self insert. 

A bit of background on Hilary Duff! She began acting in 1993 and got very famous in the early 2000′s for Disney’s Lizzie McGuire. She was a teen idol from about 2001-2005 and has appeared in various movies since leaving Disney, the most recent being The Haunting of Sharon Tate (2019). She also had several well received musical albums, the last dropping in 2015. 

Now a little information on Clea. 

She is the daughter of an American senator and a heart surgeon but for some reason gets very recognized everywhere she goes. It’s very shown through the novel that she’s Kardashian level famous and can’t go anywhere in the world without being recognized. 

“Are you okay?” he asked in a clipped British accent. “You looked terribly upset when you left the dance floor.”  “I did?” I had a disturbing image of a juicy Page Six headline: Senator Victoria Weston’s Daughter Loses It in Paris Nightclub. “Did people notice?”

I am a Weston, and the main thing it’s meant is a bunch of photographers chasing me from the minute I was born, writing about how I might affect Mom’s career, or whether I’d follow in the Weston footsteps one day to change the world. My family name meant that two months into seventh grade, a photo spread appeared in People magazine: “Clea Raymond’s Awkward Tween Years!” It was filled with hideous pictures of me from camp the summer before—pictures I had no idea were even being snapped. There was one of me with sleep-knotted hair and thick glasses, another of me picking out a wedgie. There’s nothing better for a twelve-year-old’s blooming self-esteem than images like that papered all over her school. They gave me a stomachache that lasted until high school.

Yeah uh.... Senator and Heart Surgeon’s daughter... 

American Senators very rarely travel outside of the US. They’re not diplomats. And Heart Surgeons don’t either, unless its for a conference or for research purposes. As usual, correct me if I’m wrong! But neither job lends itself to a life of glamour. They’re hard work and the rewards aren’t always the best. 

Also, I’m pretty sure Senators are not allowed to use government money to send their kids on almost month long trips to Europe. There would be a lot of outraged citizens. And we never find out which party her mom belongs to, which I’m sure is on purpose but it’s an annoying detail to me. 

And it’s not even that she gets recognized in America - Americans, name me one Senator’s child without looking it up, I dare you - but also worldwide.

Rayna pulled out her phone. “Honestly, I don’t know how you survive without Google Alerts on yourself. The paparazzi were out in full force for Carnival.”

As we maneuvered through the crowds, I noticed people looking at us. It was weird. Young, giggling fashionistas weren’t the type who usually recognized me, but today they did. Pairs and groups of Japanese girls did double takes as we passed them, their eyes going wide as they clutched one another’s arms and waved their hands in front of their mouths, whispering and giggling. Some even snapped pictures with their wildly decorated cell phones. “Ho-ly crap,” Ben said, and I followed his open mouthed stare upward to the giant screen on the side of the Q-Front Building. It was airing some gossipy entertainment show … featuring the pictures of Ben and me at Carnival. Right now the one of him staring at me while I shot pictures of the Samba Parade was up, and while I couldn’t read Japanese, it wasn’t hard to imagine what the swirly pink script accented with hearts and flowers implied.

An American Senator’s daughter in Japan or Brazil would not be recognized. I refuse to believe that. Especially not during Carnival. The biggest holiday in the city, when every celebrity in Brazil is there, when everything is one big party and no one gives a shit about anything. As for Japan, I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t happen either. But feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. 

It’s even to the point that she can’t get a job as photographer for “legit” publications.

Finally the responses poured in … every single one a rejection. A hundred different versions of Thanks, but this is a serious publication. We don’t hire celebrity children for vanity projects.

If her parents actually were celebrities, this would make a lot more sense. But they’re not. If they were like, Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis, actors who have been in Hollywood for nearly 30 years, that would make more sense. But they’re not. They work jobs that don’t pay nearly as much as Duff and Allen are describing, and don’t have that level of fame. Unless Clea did something really scandalous (like say spend three weeks on holiday in Europe using government money), or her dad discovered a revolutionary, world changing medical treatment, or her mom exposed alien contact videos from the Pentagon, they wouldn’t have this much fame to the point that Clea can’t get a job because of her family name. 

She still gets the jobs, but under a pseudonym. Because of course she does.

It’s because of these glaring discrepancies that I think Clea is Duff’s self insert, because she was at the peak of her fame around 17, the same age as Clea. If Clea had been a model or an actress, it would have been too obvious about the self insertion, but would have made more sense to the world obsessing over her. And if you had no idea who Hilary Duff was when reading this, then you might have just thought it was an attempt by the writer to live vicariously through the character. But the fact remains that things don’t quite add up in regards to Clea’s level of fame and her parents jobs and with Duff’s background, the most reasonable conclusion is that Clea is Duff’s self insert. 

This is, of course, speculation. Moving on!

Sin 2: Clea is Not Like Other Girls, but it’s ok because her best friend is.

Clea has a major case of NLOG and her best friend Rayna is no exception. Rayna No Last Name has been Clea’s best friend literally since they were born. And if you only read the first book, you would think she was a shallow, boy obsessed, no depth to her, YA Best Friend. 

But I read all three (reviews to come) and know that she has hidden depths. But without True (the final novel), you wouldn’t know that because without her POV, and only Clea’s she comes off as a ditzy best friend that doesn’t impact the plot at all.

Thanks to my parents, I’ve been lucky enough to see some of the greatest actors of our time perform onstage. Rayna engaging in the art of seduction beat all of them, hands down. 

She came up for air with a smile that promised more, then leaned toward me and stage-whispered, “Pierre and I are soulmates.” I tried not to laugh. I would have if it was just a line, if she were just saying it to assure Pierre he wasn’t spending his drink money in vain. But I knew in this moment, Rayna absolutely meant it, as strongly as she had meant it when she’d said it about Alexei, Julien, Rick, Janko, Steve, and Avi … all of whom she had fallen head over heels with in the past three weeks.

Personally, I never answer the phone if I don’t recognize the number. Rayna doesn’t feel the same way; she sees an unknown caller as a doorway to a possible romance. “Hello?” she answered seductively.

What is with YA Best Friends never having any plot impact? They’re always there just to be sounding boards for the main character and a leg of the love triangle if they’re male. 

Sin 3: Telling, not showing. 

The entire first chapter is nothing but Info Dumping about Clea, her life, and how rich her family is. This is a common thing in a lot of YA books, but especially, how to put this... low brow ones? 

Don’t get your panties in a twist, lemme explain. 

Between 2008 and 2016 there was a massive YA boom thanks to Twilight and Hunger Games. Even before then, the genre had been slowly gaining traction in publishing thanks to Harry Potter. Twilight and Hunger Games then helped spawn two separate booms within the previously, somewhat niche, division of books. 

2012 saw 1,312 Young Adult novels, many the first in their series and quite a few of which were Dystopian thanks to the release of the first Hunger Games movie which had sparked renewed interest in the genre. 

2008 was the Urban Paranormal boom, thanks to to Twilight. When talking about Twilight Knock-Offs, it’s easy to assume the books in question came out between 2008 and 2012, because during this time publishers wanted to not only keep up with the trend, but try to reinvent it. How many ways can we sell the story of a supernatural being attending high school, an ordinary teen girl, a second Love Interest, and some large threat? 

Because there was such a high demand for these books, preferably as part of a series, publishing houses weren’t always so concerned with quality. Quantity was most important. The more books, the more chances for a NYT chart topper. In 2010, just under 5,000 YA books came out. Between 2008 and 2012, the total comes out to around 13,000 books, with 2008 being the lowest year with only 197, and the highest being 2009 with 5,028. With a difference of 4,831 books between them and Twilight having sold a few million copies in the interim, is it any wonder than some books, especially the knock-offs, weren’t so great?

And with having a celebrity’s name attached to the book, is it any wonder that a publishing house might have rushed it into publication and given it very little editing? So when the reader is presented with an info dump about Clea, her family, Rayna, and how Clea is very famous, the blame lies somewhere between the publishing house, Duff, and Duff’s co-writer. 

But the info-dumping and the telling not showing continues through out the whole novel, with Clea telling us how much she misses her dad, how smart he was, how much she loves running around Europe on the governments dime, etc... Take, for instance, this part about how Clea’s dad found out who Shakespeare’s Dark Lady and her connection to the Elixir. 

Ben joined me and read over my shoulder as we scanned the file. There was a ton of material, but the gist of it was that while Dad was researching the Elixir of Life, he’d found an obscure reference book that tied the Elixir to Shakespeare. The book cited a lost play in Shakespeare’s canon: Love’s Labour’s Wonne. Only the title remained, and while many assumed from that title that the play was a sequel to Love’s Labour’s Lost, Dad’s reference book said it was actually a story about a pair of lovers brought together and then ripped apart because of the Elixir of Life. Furthermore, the book said the story was inspired by a lover of Shakespeare’s—the Dark Lady.

From there, Dad did more research. He wanted to know who the Dark Lady was, to see if she might have some connection to the Elixir. Dad pored over volumes of analysis on the subject, as well as the sonnets themselves. After exhaustive study, he wound up rejecting all the mainstream theories about the Dark Lady’s identity. He believed the Dark Lady was a woman named Magda Alessandri, whom many thought to be a sorceress. Dad wondered if her reputation as a sorceress came from an entanglement with the Elixir of Life, and he tried to find out more about her. He even managed to track down her living descendants, and had been visiting and interviewing them during his trips to various GloboReach outposts around the world.

There’s no dialogue and it’s two large chunks of no action, just Info Dumping and telling us, not showing us. An Info Dump opening can be fine, but doing it through the whole book will only annoy the reader. 

(This isn’t particularly important but as a side note

Knowing there was a good chance we’d be away from the house for a while, I grabbed a duffel bag and tossed some clothes inside. I also threw in some makeup. There was no reason I had to look like a fugitive just because I’d be acting like one.

She only flies first class and doesn’t even try to disguise herself. There are no fugitive-esque activities here.)

Sin 4: Lack of tension building. 

At no point in reading this is there true tension. Even during scenes where there should be tension is there. Clea is briefly kidnapped, attacked, and even shot, but there is never any tension to them. She’s Duff’s self insert and the main character, so you know she’ll be fine. There is also this...

“Your mom called this morning. Some big government figure is visiting from Israel, and your mom decided they’ll get the most accomplished over a giant impromptu Piri-catered lunch at the house.” Amazing. Only my mom could manage a last-minute luncheon for a group of dignitaries whose schedules had probably been etched in stone for months. It was the kind of unheard-of thing she had become famous for during her time in Washington. “So you mean … ,” I started. But Rayna finished for me, laughing as she said, “The Secret Service showed up at six this morning to go over the whole property with microscopes, and they’re not leaving until the party’s over. If there were dangerous people anywhere near the house, they’re either long gone or in federal custody.”

Rayna was right. The Secret Service was all over the house. They knew Ben and Rayna, but “Larry Steczynski” had to be properly vetted. If there was any doubt about the authenticity of his fake ID, it would now be put to the test. As Sage waited for the Secret Service to do their due diligence, I wondered how much our mission to find Dad would be set back by Sage taking a quick detour to federal prison. “He’s clear,” the lead agent finally said. Great, we could go in.

Mom’s party wasn’t huge, but the simple force of all the personalities made it feel like the room was filled with people. As was often the case, Mom was the only woman at the party. Her guests included seven top members of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, and a man I’m sure I should have recognized but didn’t, whom I imagined was the Israeli diplomat .... Everyone laughed harder, and Mom raised her shot glass in a toast to them all and downed her pálinka, the Hungarian brandy Piri had brought out for the occasion. Mom took a bow as everyone applauded, and collapsed dramatically into her seat. Then she saw me. “Clea!” she cried. “Come here!” I grinned and ran to her, and she wrapped me in a fierce hug. “I’ve missed you, baby!” She pulled away and spun me around to face the group, her hands on my shoulders. “Everyone, I’m sure you remember my incredibly accomplished daughter, Clea, who we’ll all be working for one day. Clea, you know the senators, and this is Imi Sanders, Israeli minister of foreign affairs.” “Pleased to meet you,” I said, shaking the minister’s hand. “The pleasure is mine, “ he replied.

I highly doubt an Israeli prime minister on 2010 would shake the hand of an American senator’s daughter while she is wearing, in her own words, “a little black sundress”. Nor would he be downing shots with said senator. And it only gets worse.

“This is Larry Steczynski! You can call him Sage. He’s my new boyfriend!” Rayna suddenly chirped, threading her arm through Sage’s and giving him a squeeze. To his credit, Sage looked only slightly surprised. “Really!” Mom said meaningfully. “Then we should talk.” She turned to the group and asked, “Gentlemen?” Without hesitation, all the senators and the Israeli minister agreed that the next topic of their agenda should clearly be a debate of Sage’s merits and pitfalls as a partner to Rayna. As Mom took Sage and Rayna’s hands and led them to the couch, two senators gladly moved aside to give them space. Sage shot me a look so plaintive I almost laughed out loud.

This should have been a moment of ultra high tension. They should have been freaking out about the Secret Service being at the house, at foreign dignitaries visiting and how hard it would be to get in and out like they wanted. There should have been moments of the SSA guy asking Sage questions about things like when his ID was issued, where he lived, what he did for a living, why he was with the underage Senator’s daughter. They could have patted him down, found something a little suspicious, like one of those little bottles of alcohol that they serve on planes and tested it. 

A pitfall of this novel is that the writers don’t take advantage of the very open door of political tension they could have. In 2010, American-Israeli relations were Not Good. They would not be doing shots at a senator’s house. Because of this tension, Clea and the gang running in could have upset the delicate balance her mom was making. They could have had Clea’s mom excuse herself from a clearly tense lunch, scold Clea for interrupting such an important event that she had tried to contact her about, and told her to go get dressed in a formal but simple outfit, emphasizing that she is trying to make the Israeli ambassador comfortable so she needs to make sure she’s wearing a suit and that her shirt covers her chest and neck, and that her makeup is not very heavy. 

And while Clea was in the lunch, showing the ambassador and other dignitaries that she is accomplished in her own right and that she is a credit to her parents and talking about the upcoming political happenings, we could cut to a Rayna POV where she is helping find things and using her knowledge of Grant and Clea to find the little hideyholes that Ben and Sage could not. 

When Clea gets shot at the very end of the novel, she is shot in her thigh. Quick anatomy lesson: the femoral artery is in the thigh. If the femoral artery is pierced, you can bleed to death in as little as five minutes. The wound is described as “gushing blood” and while gun shot wounds do bleed excessively, there is no way to tell if an artery or organ has been struck until either an autopsy or a scan has been completed. But even if you don’t know this, there’s no tension to questioning if Clea will survive or if she will possibly be disabled. As both the self insert and the main character, she will be fine and there will be no consequences to her actions, even though, at this time, she, a United States Senator’s daughter, was just shot while in Japan. There will be no repercussions for that to either her mother’s career or her own personal freedom of movement in foreign countries even though this absolutely should have irrevocably damaged both. When your main character is SHOT, your reader should be terrified, not thinking “eh, she’ll be fine”. 

Sin 5: Poor mythology building. 

Clea’s Love Interest is Sage, the man from the photographs. Pretty quickly we find out that Sage is immortal because he drank like, a gallon of the Elixir of Life way back during Shakespeare times and now he’s immortal. 

Except it’s not quite the Elixir of Life. 

In mythology, the Elixir of Life is described as either stemming from the Philosopher’s Stone, being an alchemical creation, or a magic potion that requires very specific ingredients and preparation. This means that it is not a natural resource. 

According to this, it actually just comes from a random hole in the ground somewhere in Probably Egypt which would fall more in line with it being the Fountain of Youth. Except the Fountain of Youth only restores ones youth and cures all illnesses. It’s not a one and done knock-a-shot-back immortality daiquiri. 

One person they go to see about it is Magda Alessandri, Shakespeare’s Raven Lady, apparently named for her dark hair. (And in the far distance you’ll hear the rumble of dozens of Shakespearean scholars arguing about whether she just had black hair or was of African descent because believe it or not, there were Black people in England back then!) Magda is basically a walking skeleton because her mother was a powerful mystic who sealed her life force in a charm. So long as the charm is intact, Magda will live. But her mom forgot to give her eternal youth to go with it and now Magda is The Mummy. And she lives in a small apartment in a Japanese mall for some reason.

The fact that mystics or witches or magical people in general exist is never brought up again. The fact that reincarnation exists is only important because Clea and Ben can reincarnate but we have no idea if anyone else can. For comparison, in the novel Fallen by Lauren Kate, the mythology states that so long as one is baptized, you can reincarnate. The fact that the main character isn’t baptized becomes important. Clea and Ben never drank any of the elixir and there’s no real explanation about why they reincarnate. The “magic system” of this novel is just mythological spaghetti on a wall with no rhyme or reason. 

(This isn’t magic system related but in the beginning of the novel when she’s trying to go to Rio, Clea makes a big deal about getting a notarized letter from her mom so she can travel overseas by herself and then it just never comes up again even when she’s flying to Japan.)

Sin 6: Clea is dumber than a box of rocks and is totally willing to jump into bed with Sage only A DAY after being convinced that he was going to murder her. 

Of course the eye was blank. It belonged to Olivia, and she was dead. She was lying on her side, the back of her skull crushed in, and her mouth fixed open in a final scream of terror. Blood pooled all around her; the iris charm she wore was fixed to the floor in a cake of red. The whole canvas drowned in a sea of blood, and while Olivia’s body was the focus, it was only the centerpiece of an abattoir of carnage. Other bodies lay behind Olivia’s, men and women twisted in poses of horror, swords and daggers impaling them to the floor. Images from my nightmares flashed through my mind, and I winced away from them. I’d lived this scene. Oh my God, was I looking at a painting of my own death? .... Quickly I flipped through the other canvases: more of the same. Delia’s death pose was pristinely clean, with only a single gaping bullet hole between her eyes. Catherine’s was terrible; she writhed and screamed as a bonfire of flames engulfed her waiflike body, tied securely to a stake. The voices were coming closer. I had to get out of here. Then I noticed something on the wall. A line of nails. Four of them, each with a delicate iris-charm necklace hanging off it. And a fifth nail. Empty. Waiting. .... Somehow I managed to keep hold of my sanity for the next fifteen minutes. Sage finished making sandwiches, double-checked to make sure he had all Larry Steczynski’s necessary documents, and put together a small duffel bag of clothes. Every time he looked my way, I couldn’t help but feel that he knew exactly what I’d seen and done. He didn’t like it, and he’d find a way to make me pay.

And then, NOT EVEN A FULL DAY LATER, and after chatting a little with Rayna about how he’s too hot to be a serial killer, they bang in a car. But before she does that, she does this.

I loved Ben, that’s what I felt. It popped into my head, and I didn’t doubt it for a second. I loved Ben. Well that was settled then, wasn’t it?

Ten minutes later

I closed the distance between us and kissed him. I felt dizzy and hot and floaty, like every cliché … but it was true. I couldn’t feel my feet. I finally felt like I was where my soul belonged. .... Sage didn’t seem to mind. He reached down and moved his seat back to its maximum leg room, then held out his hand. I grabbed it and clambered over the center console, clumsily ducking and folding myself until I finally settled onto his lap, straddling his legs. It was the least coordinated act of seduction ever. .... He kissed me, sliding his hands up the back of my shirt. It felt incredible. Without breaking away from his lips, I reached underneath his tee and felt his bare, sleek chest. My breath came faster, caught up in the frenzy of finally letting go and doing what I’d been dying to do from the second I’d seen Sage on the beach. “Wait,” he said. He reached down and pulled a lever. I let out a little scream as his seat back dropped all the way and I fell on top of him. I loved the feel of his body under mine. I didn’t want a single part of us not touching.

This guy also has condoms in his pocket because he “had a feeling”. The Insta Love is strong with these two. 

Sin 6: It’s boring. 

This bit is a personal opinion but Boss’s sake this book is BORING. Info Dump after Info Dump, bad mythology, low tension, and one dimensional characters. And the thing is, this book could have been awesome. The premise of a young woman finding a man in photographs in places he could not have been, spanning her whole life, and trying to find who he could be, if he’s a danger to her, could have been amazing. There’s a scene where Clea and Ben were looking over some of her dad’s notes about the man in the pictures and they find a picture of an angel with a baby and a sticky note that says Clea? implying that he thinks the man might be a guardian angel. That could have been amazing if that’s what Sage was. You could even keep the reincarnation angle with Sage being a guardian angel following Clea through her various lifetimes and falling in love with her but failing in his duty to protect her. 

Toss the Elixir that isn’t an Elixir and if she absolutely has to be famous, change up Clea’s parents careers and have Clea grow up as the child of a famous actor and supermodel/singer/actress or whatever. Just make it make sense, especially if you’re not going to take advantage of the political tension angle. And if Grant was an actor, he could still travel and do charity work, just with a bigger budget. Ashton Kutcher’s done it!

Conclusion.

After a horrible accident claims the lives of her family, sixteen-year-old Ever Bloom can see people's auras, hear their thoughts, and know someone's entire life story by touching them. Going out of her way to avoid human contact to suppress her abilities, she has been branded a freak at her new high school—but everything changes when she meets Damen Auguste. Damen is gorgeous, exotic and wealthy. He's the only one who can silence the noise and random energy in her head—wielding a magic so intense, it's as though he can peer straight into her soul. As Ever is drawn deeper into his enticing world of secrets and mystery, she's left with more questions than answers. And she has no idea just who he really is—or what he is. The only thing she knows to be true is that she's falling deeply and helplessly in love with him.

Evermore is a product of the post Twilight supernatural book boom in 2009. Written by Alyson Noël, it is book one of The Immortals series, a series of six books and one spin-off series.

I will not be reading all of them. Not unless I’m paid.

Sin 1: The Main Character. Ever Bloom - do all YA Female protagonists have gag worthy names? - is just so exhausting. Her powers (which we will talk about) make no sense, she’s a brat, and she’s so judgmental of everyone, even her “friends”. 

In my old life, I didn’t hang out with people like Miles and Haven. I wasn’t connected with the troubled kids, or the weird kids, or the kids everyone picked on. I was part of the popular crowd, where most of us were cute, athletic, talented, smart, wealthy, or all of the above. 

And even though I was never mean to anyone who wasn’t part of our group, it’s not like I really noticed them either. Those kids just didn’t have anything to do with me. So I acted like they were invisible. But now, I’m one of the unseen too.

So on my first day at Bay View; instead of wasting time with the usual hazing rituals of the Stacia and Honor crowd, I headed straight for Miles and Haven, the two outcasts who accepted my friendship with no questions asked.

I slide onto the bench beside Miles who's far too busy texting to even notice my existence, and I can't help but wonder if I should try to find some new friends—not that anyone would have me.

Translation: ugh, my life was SO perfect before but now I’m a looooooser but it’s totally by choice!

She claims that she enjoys their friendship and that she wouldn’t know what to do without them but like all the other YA girls before her, as soon as Love Interest comes along, her friends are dropped unless it’s plot relevant. That’s just how she behaves to her friends.

Ever also seems to forget that she’s supposed to be grieving unless it advances the plot. She left the hospital without any grief counseling - which I’m pretty sure wouldn’t be allowed for a minor - and has refused to see a therapist since. The only time she actually has any moment of it hitting her, it’s used to start a confrontation with a cardboard cut out mean girl that is there solely to be bitchy to Ever.

Usually, I try not to dwell on my old life. I try not to think about my old house, my old friends, my old family, my old self. And even though I’ve gotten pretty good at heading off the storm, recognizing the signs—the stinging eyes, the shortness of breath, the overwhelming feeling of hollowness and despair—before they can take hold, sometimes it just hits, without warning, without time to prepare. And all I can do when when that happens is curl up in a ball and wait for it to pass... which is pretty hard to do in the middle of history class. .... I bolt from my seat and race for the door.... I turn the corner, blinded by tears, gasping for air, my insides feeling empty, cleaned out, a hollow shell folding in on itself. And by the time I see Stacia it’s way too late, and I knock into her with such speed and force she crashes to the ground and rips a hole in her dress. ..... [Confrontation between Stacia and Ever which is just Ever reciting everything bad Stacia has ever done in order to tell the reader just how terrible of a person she is.] ..... And yet, there she is, standing before me, eyes wide, lips trembling, stunned to have all of her dirty little secrets revealed. And instead of feeling bad or guilty for exposing her, for using my gift in this way, seeing this despicable person, this awful selfish bully who’s taunted me since my very first day, reduced to a sweaty, shaky mess, is more gratifying than I ever would’ve imagined. And with my nausea and grief now merely a memory, I figure, what the heck, I may as well continue. 

This is really the only time Ever has a display of grief. But it’s poorly conveyed. There’s no real heart behind it, no description of how the emptiness feels. Is she exhausted by her grief? Is she scared of it? How long does it take her to recover from these moments? 

The thing about Ever is that there is no heart to her. Not just in her actions - ignoring her friends, being mean to her (dead) sister, ignoring her aunt, etc - but in how she’s written. Ever is the same from the start of the book to the end. Even when she is offered help by another psychic, Ever chooses instead to wallow in her problems and never grow.

Sin 2: The Love Interest.

Dame Auguste is Edward Cullen dialed up to 10. In a very short amount of time, he convinces Ever to do things like, illegally gamble at a horse race, skip school multiple times, drink, and generally be a terrible person to her friends and Aunt. 

“But don’t you have to be twenty-one?” “Eighteen,” he mumbles, going inside and pressing five. “Exactly, I’m sixteen and a half.” ....... He tosses me the racing form and I look it over, surprised to find three distinct names jump out at me, in a one-two-three order. "How about Spanish Fly to win, Acapulco Lucy second, and Son of Buddha third?" I say, having no idea how I got there, but feeling pretty confident in my picks. ...... "Well, now I get why you're not all that into school. I guess it can't really compete, can it?" I laugh, still feeling high from my winnings, thinking I've finally found a profitable outlet for my psychic gift.

I’ve never been to a race track in my life but I’m willing to bet you guys the boss’s throne that they CHECK IDs. 

The next day he convinces her to skip school and go driving up to a beach where they nearly have sex. Only they stop because Ever is Not That Kind of Girl and he tells her to sleep instead. When she wakes up, he’s left a note that says he’s gone surfing but Ever can’t find him on the beach. So she goes home. Damen eventually turns up and GASLIGHTS HER TO THE MAX.

I look at him, my eyes narrowed, my lips pressed together. I can't believe he actually expects me to believe that. "Sorry, but I looked, and there were only two surfers out there. Two blond surfers, which pretty much rules out either one of them being you." "Ever, would you look at me," he says. "Really look at me. How do you think I got this way?" So I do, I lower my glare to take it all in. Noticing his wet suit that's dripping salt water all over the floor. "But I checked. I ran up and down the beach, I looked everywhere," I say, convinced of what I saw, or in this case, didn't see. But he just shrugs. "Ever, I don't know what to tell you, but I didn't abandon you. I was surfing. Really. Now, can you please get me a towel, and maybe another for the floor?"

The next couple of hours are a blur of classes and confusion, and it's not until I get to the lunch table that I learn the truth about yesterday. "I can't believe you guys went in the water," Miles says, stirring his yoghurt and looking at me. "Do you have any idea how cold it is?" "She wore a wet suit." Damen shrugs. "In fact, you left it at my house." I unwrap my sandwich, not remembering any of it. I don't even own a wet suit. Do I? "Um, wasn't that Friday?" I ask, blushing when all the events of that day come rushing back to me. Damen shakes his head. "You didn't surf on Friday, I did. Sunday was when I gave you a lesson." ..... "Is this really all yours?" I ask, running my hand over a plush chenille sofa as my eyes tour exquisite lamps, Persian rugs, a collection of abstract oil paintings, and the dark wood coffee table covered in art books, candles, and a framed photo of me. "When'd you take this?" I lift it off the table and study it closely, having absolutely no memory of the moment. "You act like you've never been here before," he says, motioning for me to sit. "I haven't." I shrug. "You have," he insists. "Last Sunday? After the beach? I've even got your wet suit hanging upstairs. Now sit." He pats the sofa cushion "I want to see you resting."

Even Edward Cullen wasn’t this bad. I cannot believe the bar has been lowered even FURTHER. If it gets much lower, I’ll knock my horns on it. 

There’s more but we’d be here for most of the book.

Sin 3: Damen and Ever’s relationship.

Kids - sinners? Library patrons? Visitors? What do I call you? Leave a suggestion in the comments. - we found a relationship worse than Edward and Bella! And Boss save me from their mutual toxicity. 

Even though Damen is a gaslighting manipulator, Ever is NOT innocent in this. 

Because she knows nothing about him, and has never been to his house, she decides to break in. She gets directions from Riley - who followed him for because she was curious - and heads over to his house. She uses her powers to get in because Damen lives in a gated community, and has a moment of self reflection only to completely miss the fucking mark. 

I stop at the end of his block, kill the engine, and realize I’ve lost all my nerve. I mean, what kind of psycho girlfriend am I? Who in their right mind would enlist their dead little sister to help spy on their boyfriend? But then again, it’s not like anything in my life is remotely normal, so why should my relationships be any different?

Because what are healthy boundaries? 

She also discovers on this trip that Damen is immortal, but she thinks he’s a vampire. Damen has a habit of carrying a bottle full of dark red liquid around and drinking from it. He also has a room full of things from various centuries, all of which feature him in some way. 

A quick list of things he has: A portrait of himself by Pablo Pcasso, circa 1902 A portrait of himself by Vincent Van Gogh A book addressed to him, signed by William Shakespeare A book addressed to him, signed by Emily Bronte

And many many more.

Sin 4: Ever’s powers.

They are absolutely ridiculous. They’re a Deus Ex Machina of the highest order. Because Ever does not just read auras. She can also memorize any book by placing her hand on it, immediately know the answers to her pop quizzes and tests by placing her hand on the paper, and know everything about a person just by touching them. 

Ever since I became psychic, I’m no longer required to study. I’m not ever required to read. All I have to do is place my hands on a book, and the story appears in my head. And as far as tests go? Well, let’s just say there’s no more “pop” in the quiz. I just brush my fingers over the questions and the answers are instantly revealed. 

I also know her dad isn’t really away on “business” like he said, her mom’s personal trainer is way more “persona” than “trainer” and her little brother broke her Evanescence CD but he’s too afraid to tell her.

But how can I date when touch feels so overbearing? How can I be in a relationship when I’ll always know what my partner is thinking? Never getting the chance to obsess, dissect, and guess at the secret meaning of everything he says and does?

She can also just... make herself immortal. Through the power of love. I’m not kidding. She also killed off the antagonist who was arguably the best character in this book by punching her in the love chakra. 

“I hardly touched her,”I say, remembering how my fist met her chest but just barely. “The fourth chakra was your target. And you hit the bullseye.”  “Huh?” “The body has seven chakras. The fourth chakra, or the heart chakra as it’s sometimes called, is the center of unconditional love, compassion, the higher self, all of the things Drina was lacking. And that left her defenseless, weakened. Ever, her lack of love is what killed her.”

And none of that is ever explained. The chakras had no build up, Ever’s powers were whatever the plot needed at the moment, and Ever becomes Immortal because she loves oh so much. 

Sin 5: This book is too long. 

Ok, the page count is only 320. RoseBlood was 488. Twilight was 498. 

But everything is so dull and Ever is such an awful protagonist that being stuck in her head is mind numbing! Her powers are poorly explained DEMs, Damen is a gaslighting manipulator, her friends have no personality beyond “Gay” (Miles) and “Attention Seeking” (Haven). 

Oh yeah, her friends. 

Sin 6: Haven and Miles.

I guess some credit for having an openly gay character in 2008 but that’s literally all he is. He is the stereotypical gay best friend who spends all his time on his phone, has a bad relationship with his dad, and has a new boyfriend every chapter. 

There’s also no physical description of him so.... Imagine literally any gay male character from whatever TV show or movie you like. 

Haven plays somewhat of a role in the book as Antagonist Drina uses her to get close to Damen and Ever in order to kill Ever. But we never see any reason why Haven, Miles, and Ever are friends. All they do is fight, Ever never pays attention to anything they say, and Miles is always on his phone. 

Sin 7: Drina is too involved. 

Ok, I’m a slut for villains that pull threads. I love me some juicy “I caused the death of your loved ones” and some delicious “I lead you here” stuff. But only if it’s good and plausible by world building standards. 

Drina is Damen’s not really ex wife back from when they were in Italy like six hundred years ago. They never actually got divorced and Damen ran off with Ever’s first incarnation - Ever is reincarnated - which lead Drina to just follow them around trying to permanently kill Ever and win Damen back. 

Damen knows this and for some reason still hangs out with her to the point of GETTING DINNER WITH HER but that’s not the point here. 

Ever’s family died in a car crash when her dad swerved to avoid hitting a deer and the car went into a ravine. This happened because Ever asked them to turn around and go back to the lake they had spent the day at in order to retrieve her irreplaceable powder blue cheer camp sweatshirt. 

“...just when I was sure you were dead, the next thing I know, Damen’s moved to California because, surprise, he brought you back!” I’m still deciphering her words - Drina caused the accident? “Yes I caused the accident. Why must everything be so spelled out for you?” She shakes her head. “It was I who spooked the deer that ran in front of your car. It was I who knew your father was a sappy, kindhearted fool who who’d gladly risk his family’s life to save a deer.”

If Drina knew all the these things, including where Ever lived, why didn’t she just kill Ever herself? She clearly has no qualms with it because she tries to a minute later. 

I’d believe it more if it had been another car and Drina had caused a crash like that. Or if Drina had tried to run Ever over. But this? No. I refuse. Too much detail and too last minute Gotcha! vibes to be believable. 

Verdict

Evermore is an overstuffed, under explained dumpster fire with a protagonist that is unbearable to say the least. Thus, this librarian orders the following punishments.

For Ever, an arguably worse protagonist than Rune Germain and Bella Swan combined, she is condemned to... go to grief counseling, be stripped of her immortality, spend time with her aunt, and learn how to deal with her powers. Damen is condemned to lose all of his signed books and portraits from the masters. Drina, Miles, and Haven are all condemned to only listen to Video Killed The Radio Star by The Buggles for all eternity. And Alyson Noel is condemned to have a college professor nitpick the grammar of all future writing projects. 

This doesn’t count as a sin but great Satan the damn description is way too long! This was likely not the author’s choice though which is why it gets a pass.

This YA novel from New York Times bestselling author A. G. Howard marks the beginning of a new era for fans of the Splintered series. Rune Germain moves to a boarding school outside of Paris, only to discover that at this opera-house-turned-music-conservatory, phantoms really do exist. RoseBlood is a Phantom of the Opera–inspired retelling in which Rune’s biggest talent—her voice—is also her biggest curse. Fans of Daughter of Smoke and Bone and the Splintered series will find themselves captivated by this pulse-pounding spin on a classic tale. Rune, whose voice has been compared to that of an angel, has a mysterious affliction linked to her talent that leaves her sick and drained at the end of every performance. Convinced creative direction will cure her, her mother ships her off to a French boarding school for the arts, rumored to have a haunted past. Shortly after arriving at RoseBlood conservatory, Rune starts to believe something otherworldly is indeed afoot. The mystery boy she’s seen frequenting the graveyard beside the opera house doesn’t have any classes at the school, and vanishes almost as quickly as he appears. When Rune begins to develop a secret friendship with the elusive Thorn, who dresses in clothing straight out of the 19th century, she realizes that in his presence she feels cured. Thorn may be falling for Rune, but the phantom haunting RoseBlood wants her for a very specific and dangerous purpose. As their love continues to grow, Thorn is faced with an impossible choice: lead Rune to her destruction, or save her and face the wrath of the phantom, the only father he’s ever known.

That first paragraph would have sufficed for description and given the reader some mystery. The second could have stayed but it’s on thin ice. And we don’t have ice in hell. 

To summarize the story: Rune Germain is a 16-17 year old girl from Pleasant, Texas who is, in her own words “possessed by music”. Thanks to a rich aunt and some nepotism, she gets the chance to go to RoseBlood, a conservatory in Paris that is a refurbished opera house that, according to Rune’s online research, is the place where Gaston Leroux’s Phantom Of The Opera story really took place. Upon arrival, Rune is immediately overtaken by music and makes an enemy in Katrina Nilsson by interrupting Kat’s audition for Renata in the school’s opera. She also makes friends with a few other students who really have no bearing on either the plot or Rune’s adventures. She eventually finds her Love Interest Thorn - real name Etalon, stalking her as she goes about her day to day life, and immediately falls in love with him because they are Twin Flame and Destined by Destiny. It is soon enough revealed that Rune, Thornalon, and Erik are all psychic vampires that must feed off humans to survive. It is also soon revealed that Rune and Thornalon are Christina Nilsson’s soul reincarnated and split and that Rune “has Christine’s voice”. It also turns out that Christina and Erik got married and tried to have a child who was born premature and died. Erik was driven mad(der) by the child’s death and somehow, in the 1900′s, managed to build a contraption that kept the baby “alive” until he could track down Christine’s soul and reunite the pieces and transfer it to the baby... Needless to say, he failed, Rune and Thornalon live happily ever after, and Rune suffers no consequences from any of her terrible actions through the whole novel.

Sin count time!

Sin 1: The school name! RoseBlood.  What does it have to do with anything? There are bleeding roses later in the story but why would a school name itself RoseBlood? This choice is never explained. It has no French basis, no connection to the opera-house turned school, and no connection to Gaston Leroux’s original Phantom Of The Opera.

Sin 2: Overwrought descriptions right out of the gate.

At home, I have a poster on my wall of a rose that’s bleeding. Its petals are white, and red liquid oozes from its heart, thick and glistening warm. 

Mom looks out her window where the wet trees have thickened to multicolored knots, like an afghan gilded with glitter.

I trace the window now curtained by mud, imagining the glass cracking and bursting; imagining myself sprouting wings to fly away through the opening—back to America and my two friends who were tolerant of my strange quirks.

These are all from chapter one. It only gets worse as you go.

Sin 3: Racism. Main character Rune Germain regularly describes herself as a “gypsy”. According to her, on her father’s side, she’s a g*psy. Moving through this review, I will be censoring the word. I’m a demon of hell, not a piece of shit. Rune never says Roma or Romani in the entire book. There’s no references to Romani culture, nothing about the problems Romani people face in the modern day, nothing. Rune is also as white as a piece of paper. You can see it on the cover

And in how she describes herself.

People say we could pass for sisters. We share her ivory complexion, the tiny freckles spattered across the bridge of her nose, the wide green eyes inside a framework of thick lashes, and her hair—black as a raven’s wings.

If you look up pictures of Romani people, you see that they’re far from ivory skinned. 

It’s not only Rune. Her Aunt Charlotte does it too. The “Phantom” does it. And Roma culture is treated very poorly throughout the novel. Rune several times refers to her “g*psy blood” as “cursed” or “terrible”. One example:

Nausea sweeps through me at the thought. After our encounter, I realized why I was enchanted by the spider’s feeding rituals, that there was something in my g*psy blood—something tainted and wrong.

In this modern day and age, can’t humans stop demonizing and stereotyping an entire culture? Or using “half-g*psy” lineage to make characters “exotic” or “mystic”? No? Fine, I’ll see you down here eventually. 

Sin 4: The Love Interest’s backstory..... TRIGGER WARNING FOR FURTHER DISCUSSION OF RAPE, CHILD TRAFFICKING, AND REFERENCED CHILD SEXUAL ASSAULT.

Rune’s Love Interest is named Etalon. His mother was sexually assaulted by a psychic vampire who is apparently from Canada - I have no idea why Howard felt the need to include that - and it ruined her life to the point where she was forced to turn to prostitution to feed herself and Etalon. A man kept trying to “buy” Etalon from her because he was beautiful. She kept refusing, and eventually, she was murdered. Etalon was quickly snatched up into child trafficking where, at one point, he was forced to drink lye water to damage his vocal cords because he wouldn’t stop singing. He eventually escaped when Erik found him and took him in, renaming him Thorn. 

Love Interests with tragic backstories are a staple of the YA genre. It makes them mysterious and interesting. It often drives the main character’s interest in the aloof and unusual bad boy. Quite often, these backstories involve dead or missing parents, being turned into a vampire or werewolf, or some combination of all of these things. It’s very rare that it gets so real. Child trafficking is a very real and prevalent issue in the world and it needs attention brought to it. But not like this. Using it as a character’s backstory is something that takes a level of skill Howard simply does not have. It needs to be written with respect to victims who might read it and not just be used to give characters a compelling but otherwise unused backstory. Thornalon never displays any indicators that the time spent in this situation traumatized him. There’s no signs of PTSD or other mental health issues that might arise from what he went through. There’s also no signs that Howard donated any money from book sales to charities like Child Fund, Save The Children, or ECPAT-USA. This is a very serious topic that NEEDS more attention brought to it and Howard glossed over it like it was nothing. 

Sin 5: Underutilized setting.  Rune comes from Pleasant, Texas and moves to Paris, France. But there’s no sense of wonder from her. She never talks about how beautiful the city is or learning French. Supposedly, the school only admits American students.

“How many foreign boarding schools offer admittance only to American kids? This is a rare opportunity . . . a taste of French culture in a setting that feels like home.”

Oooor the author couldn’t be bothered to deal with French translations or expanding the student body to include a diversity? There’s no French culture anywhere in this book. Any time Rune goes into Paris, it’s skipped over. There’s nothing about it that says Paris. It could have been set in New Jersey and it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. 

Sin 6: Each chapter begins with a quote from a different author and work. Including, weirdly enough, Karl Marx... Beginning a chapter with a quote is fine, but it should be consistent. Picking a single work or author to use helps to reader see a consistency in the theme of the book. Since this is a Phantom of The Opera based story, it would make sense to use quotes from the book. Instead, the author uses a different work for each chapter, and it’s honestly just annoying. 

Sin 7: All promise, no pay off. This book has a promise of action and mystery. It’s got a fabulous premise and a setting that could be beautifully used if in the hands of the right author. But it misses the mark on good characters, action, and keeping a consistent pace. 

Punishments: For being tone-deaf and generally bad at writing, author A.G. Howard is condemned to have the dead tree in her backyard become home to her state’s buzzard population. For being a terrible protagonist, Rune Germain is condemned to find a mistake in the middle of her knitting projects just as she is about to finish them. For the terrible Phantom Iteration known as Erik, we condemn his instruments to always be just slightly out tune. And Thorn/Etalon... we order you to get a lot of therapy and a service dog.