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Dude, what? Why the heck have you all not read this book? Seriously!!! I love Kane. I loved him in the Charmed Trilogy, and I love him even more in his own book!
I could very well give Controlling the Dead five stars. I should actually be giving it five stars. But I can't. Because of the events that took place in this book broke my heart. I can't and won't spoil it for fans who are anxiously awaiting this book.
What can I say about Deer in Headlights that hasn't already been said? What I ask you?
For the month of October, until he decomposes and meets his final death, we will be having a guest reviewer chatting with me about the books we read.
Wow. Just wow. This was full of twists and turns. So unexpected. It felt like there were fireworks exploding everywhere! Such a great addition to the series!
Hmm. That was interesting. And really dark. And pretty scary. All in all it was horrific, and OH MY GOD, I feel like this is happening right now!
Loved this book from the depths of my soul. It was so thought provoking, and I had to read it back to back. No matter what you feel about Mark and Cadence's relationship you have to applaud the author for evoking such strong feelings!
Yep. It was awesome! I love Karina Halle. Love her. Shooting Scars was hands and feet, and arms, and every body part available better than Sins & Needles.
Leah is a bitch. No seriously she is. I hated this character, and yet I could not put the book all about her down. I think Leah would be happy with this book though. Even if it wasn't in the best light, she's more than a bit self centered. Anyway, I love to hate her. I think that's common theme throughout, and no I didn't find the book redeeming for her, I may have learned what her motivations where, but I still thought she was a horrible person.
I read this in one sitting, and when I finished it I felt hallow and sick to my stomach. I wanted to smash my kindle into little tiny pieces. And dramatically sob, "Why, Why?" I was heartbroken, and mad, and everything in between. Fisher didn't just touch a nerve, she took all of them and ripped them out through my spinal column. I want to cry and rant and rave. I want to rage and listen to limp bizkits break stuff, and drink vodka. I don't even drink anymore, but I need one.