Star Wars meets Harry Potter meets Twilight meets Flowers in the Attic?


I didn't expect this book to be as long as it was. Even as I kept reading I was hoping for the pace to pick up. I was really glad there was tidbits of info reveal and not a big dump at the end. The little reveals kept me reading. The most annoying thing was that the main character, Clary, just sort of stood by like a giant, useless lump during most of the action scenes. Hey, she admitted that she felt paralyzed and weak a couple of times. Own your faults, girl.

I really wanted her to get over her fear and take charge. I know she kept saying she wasn't trained like everyone else, but she needed to do SOMETHING. Clary sees symbols in her mind's eye, which she often fails to act on. There's the knife at her side that she's too afraid to grab. Clary, whenever you DO act, it usually turns bout pretty damn well. Stop standing behind other people.

Please do not have Bella Swan syndrome.

I don't know what to think after the ending, um, revelation. I'm trying not to spoil. You get a tingling in your naughty bits for someone you should NOT have a tingling for. Then, in the end, it's all good. Mercy me! What a whoopsie doodle! That tingling was just a fluke. Your love is kosher. You no longer feel the tightness of their abs when you wrap your arms around their middle. The flex of their taunt, muscular shoulders just holds no appeal anymore. You shouldn't love that person in a naught way. So, you just don't. Was it the holy water? I might need to read the next book to find out.