Below, you can listen to an audio clip straight from the book!
What a disappointing sequel this book was. Although the first book had been far from perfect, it still kept me interested, while this one…not so much.
The main problem seems to be how contrived the storyline feels. If it were a marionette show, you’d see the strings being pulled. Everything is too coincidental. The trip to Mexico Anya suddenly takes makes little, if any sense, and the reader can see it was written mainly to get her to the next point in the story. It’s not fun reading books that are written as if following bullet points.
The other thing was the writing. The first book wasn’t what I’d consider well written, but it was loads better than this one. The constant asides Anya makes are nauseating and repetitive, to the point where I found myself skipping them altogether. She tended to be a bit repetitive, as well in her internal monologue. The author still continues with her disconcerting habit of telling us part of the conversations instead of actually having the dialogue. It’s baffling, especially when she’d waste less time and space just writing out the dialogue.
So, this is one I’d not recommend. It was dull reading indeed.