DNF at p 55. If only I liked this book as much as this book liked itself. Holy Moses. It was like an overly-indulged child. Immature. Boring. And certain of a self-worth that it doesn’t possess.
Blue is related to a bunch of female psychics, but her only power is as a psychic-magnifier. Gansey goes to a prep school in her town. They don’t know each other, but we’re led to believe they’re inextricably intertwined.
What I read felt like someone taunting you with a secret while acting like they weren’t. “Please don’t ask me about your birthday gift. I don’t know what it is, and if I did know I couldn’t or wouldn’t or shouldn’t tell you. Whatever you do don’t you dare ask me. I just couldn’t bear to tell you this huge fabulous wonderful secret that I know and you don’t. Nanny nanny boo boo.”
None of the characters was likable (but that’s okay – I’ve recently gone through a spate of that and enjoyed myself). The writing was silly. And besides the giant secret destined to unite Gansey and Blue forever I’m not sure there’s a plot. Perhaps if I was 14 this spoiled sloppy nonsense would appeal. Alas, I’m not. And it doesn’t.