by Cassandra Clare
First sentence: “‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest.”
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For YEARS, I have told myself that I ought to read the Mortal Instruments series. For YEARS, I have looked at these books and said, “I’ll get too them… sometime.”
Well, sometime is now. Yes, I was prompted to pick these up because of the movie coming out in August (I tell my kids to read the book before seeing the movie. I do practice what I preach, sometimes). But, honestly people: I was unprepared for how awesome it is.
Short version for the other rock-dwellers: Clary Fray is an ordinary NYC teenager until she witnesses what she thinks is a murder in a nightclub. Suddenly, she’s seeing things — and people — that shouldn’t exist. Then, her mother disappears and Clary’s drawn into this world of Shadowhunters: half human/half angels who fight demons. (An aside here: I don’t watch the show, but from what M has told me, this sounds a LOT like Supernatural. I mentioned that to a co-worker today and she said, “Yeah, I can see that. Without the angst and with more humor, though.”) And Clary has to figure out not only how to get her mother back, but how to keep herself alive.
Things I loved: the humor. It was so much fun to read; the witticisms, the sarcasm, the witty retorts. The world building: Clare put all sorts of effort into creating this alternate reality, and the effort comes through. Sure, in parts it was vaguely Harry Potter-esque, but I can forgive that. The fact that the love triangle fizzled. Yay for no love triangles. Jace. I don’t go for blondes or tough guys, but he was pretty swoon-worthy and awesome. Clary herself: considering she had no idea what she was doing half the time, she held her own and was all sorts of headstrong. The climax, but you will have to read it yourself.
And yes, I already put City of Ashes on hold. I can’t wait.