[REVIEW] Existence by Abbi Glines
Existence by Abbi Glines
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
I can't comprehend how the ratings for this book is 4 stars. Reary??
First off - the cover. These 2 models are everywhere. Everywhere! they were in the Lux series, and some other series and now they're here. Yes, that Hungarian couple. I know what I'm talking about.
Anyways - despite the recycled cover I decided I would give this book a shot. Hey, shouldn't be that bad, right? It's about a love story between Death and a human girl - which a couple of authors have already written about. *tries to stifle to yawn*
... Well, no. It really is bad. It was like, if I weren't reading it on my Kindle I'd burn this book.
The dialogue is long. All of Glines's characters are so chatty. It's like they're communicating in speeches. It's not realistic. Every conversation was basically as long as the following: "He is the only guy in this school who has college scouts coming to his basketball games to watch him play. That's who he is. Leif may be the big Kahuna on the football field, but I don't see any college scouts knocking on ihs door. You can be mad at Wyatt, but he belongs at that table more than anyone else."
I was so tired reading through all those lines. GIRLLL I'm not reading a thesis, hurry up already!!
Oh and the romance in this book is dead. All Pagan (lady protagonist who I'd like to murder) wanna do is bang Death (haha) when she already has a friggin' awesome albeit also creepy-as-**** boyfriend who is so nice to her but she likes Death cos he's always smirking and appearing out of nowhere. Oh, and I think he's probably her version of tall, dark and handsome. Girl, you dig that? REALLY?!
So while she be hugging Leif (terrible name. Leaf? Leith? ohmahgad) she be thinking of some creepy dude who shows up in her room and watches her while she sleep (hm... this scene is familiar) and sings her lullabies.
OH and the best thing: Death's human name is Dank. Haha like, dank for unpleasantly moist, or humid. GIRL YOU DIG THAT? Okay, no judge no judge. But yeah, Death IRL is a superstar. He's a lead singer for a band. Like what, what sense does that makes? Isn't he supposed to be a deity? He's also a part-time rocker dude now? What? What? What?
If the author is trying to make Dank/Death/whatever impressive or attractive, she's getting it all wrong. If I were Pagan, I'd run away and never come back. This dude is all sorts of nonsense.
Basically this book is a load of ridiculous tosh. I cannot believe this book was published. It's so bad it makes me weep. DON'T READ PLZ.
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