itibaren 26856 Malpaga LO, Olaszország
This book started out pretty strong and then got pretty boring pretty fast. All the repetition got annoying: from the repetition of how much they hate each other, to the repetition of how much the bonding was making them do, to the agonizing over the love they felt, to the sex scenes that played out exactly the same way every time (reach for the nightstand for lube and condom, prep, maybe spill some lube, insert, scream a bit, splurt onto chest and/or belly, be happy, shower). And if they weren't having sex, they were falling asleep or waking up. I was falling asleep a lot, too, so I don't blame them. I have a pet-peeve about vampires in name only, and these vamps were as sterile and weak as anything I've seen. I'm not even sure why they were called vampires. Take away their fangs and the occasional sip of tame blood and they aren't vampiric at all. I mean, why on earth did they wear condoms? Are they not un-dead? What disease are they fearful of? Every plot device was used for convenience only and seemingly with no real thought. Need to have a reason to hate: kill some parents (their inexplicable deaths will come in handy later, too). Need a reason to force them together: out-of-the-blue bonding. Need a reason for them to have sex: bonding made them do it. Need a scene that looks sexy and evil: random blood lust or maybe crazed jealousy. Don't have enough material to fill out the month-long wait period necessary to the plot: have the POV character unconscious for a week and then have two weeks disappear because the characters aren't talking to each other. And if something didn't makes sense, it was just ignored. On a good note, it had a very nice cover.
Very very disappointing. Piccooult typically deals with interesting and new moral situations. Her customary and unnecessary "twist" at the end is something I've overlooked because I have so enjoyed the story and characters and uniqueness of the concept. Not so here. The concepts being dealt with are ones we've seen time and time again, both in real life and fiction. Are frozen embryos lives? Can gay couples provide good homes for children? The sorrow of women who desperately want a child and are unable to have one. All pitted against the homophobic hatred of an evangelical church. Sound familiar? So familiar as to almost have become trite.