Mo's Reviews> Darkfever

4.5 Stunning Stars.


I went into this one with a bit of trepidation. Why? Well, for one, it is Paranormal which I do not really do. Two, it is set in Ireland and, being Irish, I can be super critical if it is not done right. But a few friends decided it was time to go for it and do a Buddy Read of it. I loved it. OK, the terminology was a bit too much to take in at times but the writing was excellent. The characters were intriguing. The sex was non-existent but what the heck, if the writing is good I usually don’t mind. But they better get it on some time soon.

I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style,park your own car out front. My imagination has always topped anything a movie could come up with. Case in point, those darned Harry Potter movies. That was so not what that part-Veela-chick, Fleur Delacour, looked like.”

“Assume' makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'.”

“Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?”

Was a bit wary as it was set in Ireland, in Dublin. Don’t really know Dublin that well as I am from the West of Ireland meself. But she knew her stuff. Only thing I found wrong was that she said Gardai car instead of Garda car – Gardai is plural. But that is just nit-picking from me.

Barrons laughed again. "And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind's greatest mistakes: Falling in love with a man's potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it. Stop pining for the man you think I could be -- and take a good, long, hard look at the one I am.”

She talks about a Dolmen towards the end of the book – it was an ancient burial place. This one is literally up the road from the village I grew up in in County Clare. Poulnabrone Dolmen.

“Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.”

“He raised a brow. 'Petunia, Ms. Lane?'
I scowled. "Ass, Barrons.”

Look forward to starting….