Synopsis from Goodreads.
In the beginning, there’s a boy standing in the trees . . . .
Clara Gardner has recently learned that she’s part angel. Having angel blood run through her veins not only makes her smarter, stronger, and faster than humans (a word, she realizes, that no longer applies to her), but it means she has a purpose, something she was put on this earth to do. Figuring out what that is, though, isn’t easy.
Her visions of a raging forest fire and an alluring stranger lead her to a new school in a new town. When she meets Christian, who turns out to be the boy of her dreams (literally), everything seems to fall into place—and out of place at the same time. Because there’s another guy, Tucker, who appeals to Clara’s less angelic side.
As Clara tries to find her way in a world she no longer understands, she encounters unseen dangers and choices she never thought she’d have to make—between honesty and deceit, love and duty, good and evil. When the fire from her vision finally ignites, will Clara be ready to face her destiny?
Initial Final Page Thoughts.
So… apparently not all PR make me want to punch wildly at things. Consider me told….
A paranormal romance book that didn’t make me want to gouge my own eyes out. Tucker. Clara. Angels. Snow drifts. Bluebell. Cowboys. Black Wings. Fly fishing. Heaven. Hell. Visions. Horses. The Pink Garter. Glory. Skiing. History classes. T-Shirts. Secrets. Prom. Carrots.
The majority of the twists were very predictable, especially that last one.
See boy angst.
Also… that ending was a tad anti-climactic.
If it wasn’t for those things, however, this book would definitely be a 5* book.
I was so scared to read this book because I normally find it impossible to talk about a paranormal YA book without using the phrase
’OMG I want to stab her in the face’ ‘The heroine is so useless and simpering’.
Useless and simpering heroines are my Kryptonite.
So imagine my JOY when Clara was smart, funny, kind, a great friend, allowed herself to get to know a guy before she decided she moved into Love Town (or… at least, one guy) and she reacted in a normal way when she is told she has wings.
Or… um, I imagine that would be the normal way. I don’t really have much experience in that matter.
Anyway, I loved that Clara wasn’t all ‘Ooooh, I’m so important and no one in my life understands me and what I’m going through. I just want to be normal but it’s my destiny to be annoying all the time’.
Sure she had her moments… but they were fleeting and her thoughts stayed relatively italics free.
I can imagine Clara and me being best friends. I’d be the less flighty and celestial one who
blatantly discretely lusts after her fancyboy when her back is turned.
What? I didn’t say I’d be a good best friend.
My bird’s nest hair will make hers look tame though… that’s something right?
I could’ve done with more Wendy… I think she was kind of looked over and it was convenient she was shipped off to spend her summer with horses.
I also liked Angela… but I’m suspicious. This book made me very suspicious of some of the characters and read their scenes with narrowed eyes
and a deerstalker on my head.
But anyway, I would like to have found out more about Angela but she was also shipped off to frolic with sexy Italian boys.
The sequel will be interesting.
Finally, a parent who isn’t unreasonable, two-dimensional, border-line alcoholic! HURRAH.
I’m so curious about Meg’s story. She’s got so many secrets and knowing looks and I just want to know more.
Also… that bit where they’re talking in the kitchen about nicknames? LOVED.
Hmmmm… again, intriguing. I have a feeling there is more to dear Jeff than meets the eye. *Writes in TOP SECRET notepad*
For absolutely no reason, I’m just going to take this opportunity to tell you that my birthday is in March. You know what to do, folks.
I have my own walking boots.
Sexy-rugged always trumps sexy-broody.
I just hope Clara doesn’t spend the rest of her summer listening to Robbie Williams and get any funny ideas.
Oh Annie. You absolute goddess, you.
I had another one picked out but I’m going to keep that one safe because I have a feeling I’m going to need it for the next book.
Anyway, I picked this song because:
1) It’s effin’ awesome
2) It is about angel lovin’.
3) If you’ve read this book… you’ll know how clever and crafty I’m being in choosing this song.
But, yeah, I mostly picked it because it’s amazing.
OK, if we were just talking about Tucker (which should be some kind of rule or something) the scale would have been about a 2 (Bit in the barn. Guh.)
But nooooo, because we have to talk about Christian who has to yank the angst scale up every time he saunters onto the page with that legs-turn-to-jelly wonky smile of his.
I don’t really want to go into this because spoilers are lurking… but whenever Clara started going on about being drawn to him and magnetic pulls and Jolly Ranchers my eyes just glazed over.
I’m not a PR connoisseur (because I normally avoid them like the plague) but I know that fans love the whole complexity of star crossed lovers and forbidden love and destiny and the epic romance.
You may call me old fashioned, but I’d always chose the guy who
didn’t bore me to tears who would be happy just sitting and making me laugh while I demolish eat pizza daintily and didn’t expect me to save the world and face my destiny and be serious all the time.
This book was pretty tame in the sadness scale… here were hints of sadtimes and I’m looking forward to Hallowed exploring these in greater detail.
But it was mostly boy angst.
People who love PR. People who don’t love PR. People who hear the words ‘angels’ and ‘romance’ and run screaming into the hills (this book will not evoke that reaction, Brownie promise). People who think ‘Carrots’ is one of the most swooniest words ever. People who have ever had a hair dye mishap (It honestly said mocha on the box.) People who wish their history classes had involved dress up and boring boys dying….continually. People who wouldn’t mind if their prom had ended like that. People who would
definitely possibly drown if they used a rope swing to enter a river… but would still do it anyway. People who would choose a single dimple over lopsided grin. People who would stay sat on the chair lift if they ever went skiing. .. I’m sure looking at the view and suffering heart palpitations every time the mountain gets closer is just as fun as skiing……No?