House of Night: Because vampyre makes it trendy
I would like to thank the House of Night Series for showing me that, making nonsensical pop culture references and mocking my target audience will create an instant bestseller. Claiming that goths don't bathe and emos are freaks is the absolute best thing to do in a series that sports covers gothier than Marylin Manson (post-Spooky Kids). Calling any number of girls ho's, for no reason other than jealousy, and being racially insensitive is the sure way to go. Thank you Marked by P.C Cast & Kristin Cast.
Seriously, who allowed this shit to be published. This rancid, insulting, mock of a book should be hung, drawn and quartered and then burned to somehow purify its rancid shallow soul.
The NYT Bestselling status means nothing anymore. Any self-indulgent piece of "poopie" (as our protagonist says) can become a bestseller with the right cover and fan-dumb. The success of this book especially upsets me when Infinite Days remains mostly untouched by readers. Thus, proving that if the world does end in 2012 it wouldn't be that great of a loss since human creativity has reached its peak.
House of Night is about an arrogant bitch named Zoey Redbird, who gets marked by a vampire tracker and becomes the chosen one. (I refuse to acknowledge her spelling of vampire as vampyre, you are not John William Polidori and any affiliation with his work I rebuke in the name of Heath Ledger.)
In the world of HoN, vampirism is a type of virus that infects an individual and the only place to ease the virus is at the HoN school. However, there is a chance a fledgling's body might reject the change and start oozing blood from their pours. Think Jet Li's Kiss of the Dragon without the cool factor of an interesting protagonist.
From chapter one, Zoey comes off as unlikable, shallow, egotistical and ignorant. When it is revealed that her ex-almost boyfriend is slowly developing a drinking problem she is only concerned that he is going to get fat. Then, on the same page chastises her "best-friend" for being shallow.
Rather than simply tell you about it, I will instead SHOW you the atrocity that is this book.
"The point is that he was wasted for like the fifth
time this week. I'm sorry, but I don't want to go out with a guy whose main focus in life has changed from trying to
play college football to trying to chug a six-pack without
puking. Not to mention the fact that he's going to get fat
from all that beer.” I had to pause to cough. I was feeling a
little dizzy and forced myself to take slow, deep breaths
when the coughing fit was over. Not that K-babble noticed.
"Eww! Heath, fat! Not a visual I want.”
I managed to ignore another urge to cough. "And
kissing him is like sucking on alcohol-soaked feet.”
K scrunched up her face. "Okay, sick. Too bad he's
so hot.”
I rolled my eyes, not bothering to try to hide my
annoyance at her typical shallowness. [PDF p.4-5]
-Ah, the beginning of the end. Our totally un-shallow protagonist doesn't care that her almost boyfriend might die or get into an accident from drinking, only that he'll get fat (remember your priorities ladies hot>health) . However when K says that he's hot, that is shallow because K-babble is not as deep as our Gossip-Girl reading lead!
Do vampyres play chess? Were there
vampyre dorks? How about Barbie-like vampyre
cheerleaders? Did any vampyres play in the
band? Were there vampyre Emos with their
guy-wearing-girl's-pants weirdness and those
awful bangs that cover half their faces? Or were
they all those freaky Goth kids who didn't like
to bathe much? Was I going to turn into a Goth
kid? Or worse, an Emo? I didn't particularly like
wearing black, at least not exclusively, and I
wasn't feeling a sudden and unfortunate
aversion to soap and water, nor did I have an obsessive desire to change my hairstyle and
wear too much eyeliner. [PDF p.8-9]
-Ah yes, insulting goths, emos and people who wear black in a vampire book. Genius.
K's eyes teared up again, but, thankfully,
her cell phone started singing Madonna's
"Material Girl.” [PDF p.9]
-Yes, because the song matters and "Material Girl" was at the peak of its popularity in 2007. At least we know the Cast's favorite Madonna track.
I didn't want to do either. I just wanted to
attempt to be normal, despite the burden of my mega-
conservative parents, my troll-like younger brother, and my
oh-so-perfect older sister. I wanted to pass geometry. I
wanted to keep my grades up so that I could get accepted
into the veterinary college at OSU and get out of Broken
Arrow, Oklahoma. But most of all, I wanted to fit in-at
least at school. Home had become hopeless, so all I was left
with were my friends and my life away from my family.
Now that was being taken away from me, too. [PDF p. 10]
-Hmm, maybe I missed it in these past ten pages, but how is having friends and a jock boyfriend make you not normal? Or by not normal do you mean cool?
High-pitched girl giggles flitted to me from the
parking lot. Great. Kathy Richter, the biggest ho in school,
was pretending to smack Heath. [PDF p. 12]
-Don't you know, girls, that if you flirt with boys Umbridge will rip your perky little boobs off.
I stared at the exotic-looking tattoo. Mixed with my
strong Cherokee features it seemed to brand me with a mark
of wildness…as if I belonged to ancient times when the
world was bigger…more barbaric. [PDF p. 13]
-Wait? Are you implying that your Cherokke heritage is barbaric? Lemme guess, you love Dances With Wolves Right?
I never liked him. Really. I'm not just saying that
se I can't stand him now. From the first day I met him
I saw only one thing-a fake. He fakes being a nice guy. He
fakes being a good husband. He even fakes being a good
father.
He looks like every other dad-age guy. He has dark
hair, skinny chicken legs, and is getting a gut. His eyes are
like his soul, a washed-out, cold, brownish color.
I walked into the family room to find him standing
by the couch. My mother was crumpled near the end of it,
clutching his hand. Her eyes were already red and watery.
Great. She was going to play Hurt Hysterical Mother. It's an
act she does well.
John had begun to attempt to skewer me with his
eyes, but my Mark distracted him. His face twisted in
disgust.
"Get thee behind me, Satan!" he quoted in what I
like to think of as his sermon voice. ... "This wasn't something I caused," I finally managed
to say. "This wasn't done because of me. It was done to me.
Every scientist on the planet agrees with that.”
"Scientists are not all-knowing. They are not men of
God.”
I just stared at him. He was an Elder of the People of
Faith, a position he was oh, so proud of. [PDF p. 25-26]
-All protestants are ignorant assholes! Thank you Cast duo. I will right my Anglican ways.
It made me glad that it was the end of October
and it had finally turned cool enough for me to wear my
Borg Invasion 4D hoodie (sure, it is a Star Trek: The Next
Generation ride in Vegas and, sadly, I am on occasion a
total Star Trek nerd) [PDF p. 34]
-Alright, you didn't need to go into detail about your Star Trek nerdiness. The real fans will know what your talking about and the other people can remain blissfully ignorant.
It was incredibly weird to look down on myself. I
wasn't scared. But I should be, shouldn't I? Didn't this mean
I was dead? Maybe I'd be able to see the Cherokee ghosts
better now. Even that thought didn't scare me. Actually,
instead of being afraid it was more like I was an observer,
as if none of this could really touch me. (Kinda like those
girls who have sex with everyone and think that they're not
going to get pregnant or a really nasty STD that eats your
brains and stuff. Well, we'll see in ten years, won't we?) [PDF p. 40]
-...You're shitting me right?
Her hair was deep red-not that horrid carrot-
top orange-red or the washed-out blond-red, but a dark,
glossy auburn that fell in heavy waves well past her
shoulders. Her body was, well, perfect. She wasn't thin like
the freak girls who puked and starved themselves into what
they thought was Paris Hilton chic. ("That's Hott." Yeah,
okay, whatever, Paris.) This woman's body was perfect
because she was strong, but curvy. And she had great boobs.
(I wish I had great boobs.)
"Huh?" I said. Speaking of boobs-I was totally
sounding like one. (Boob…hee hee). [PDF p. 40]
-What does Paris Hilton have anything to do with these you boob?
"You want me! You'll always want me!" She
unzipped his pants.
I shouldn't be there. I shouldn't be seeing this. I tore
my eyes from his bloody thigh and took one step back.
The guy's eyes lifted. He saw me.
And then something truly bizarre happened. I could
feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from
him. The girl in front of him seemed to disappear, and all
there was in the hallway was him and me and the sweet,
beautiful smell of his blood.
"You don't want me? That's not how it looks now,"
she said with a nasty purr in her voice. [PDF p. 64]
-She meets her love interest while fighting off a blowjob from another girl? Classy.
Yes, I was aware of the whole oral sex thing. I doubt
if there's a teenager alive in America today who isn't aware
that most of the adult public think we're giving guys blow
jobs like they used to give guys gum (or maybe more
appropriately suckers). Okay, that's just bullshit, and it's
always made me mad. Of course there are girls who think
it's "cool" to give guys head. Uh, they're wrong. Those of us
with functioning brains know that it is not cool to be used like that. [PDF p. 65]
-Seriously? Look I have no problem with girls who are into the whole abstinence thing and don't like oral sex. That is fine. However, please do not assume that every girl who enjoys oral sex does it because she is being "used". Believe it or not women have control over their bodies.
She was a tiny blonde
and darn near perfect. Actually, she reminded me of a young
version of Sarah Jessica Parker (who I don't like, by the by
-she's just so…so…annoying and unnaturally perky). "Hi Zoey. Welcome to your new home." The SJP
look-alike's smile was warm and genuine, and she was
clearly making an effort to make eye contact instead of
gawk at my darkened-in Mark. Instantly I felt bad for
making a negative comparison about her. "I'm Aphrodite,"
she said.
Aphrodite? Okay, maybe I hadn't been too hasty in
my comparison. How could anyone normal choose
Aphrodite as her name? Please. Talk about delusions of
grandeur. I plastered a smile on my face, though, and said a bright, "Hi Aphrodite!...Aphrodite's laugh, followed by her perky, "Of
course I'd be happy to show her around! You know I'm
always glad to help you, Neferet," was as fake and cold as
Pamela Anderson's humongously huge boobs, but Neferet
just nodded in response and then turned to face me. [PDF 71, 73]
-I didn't know Sarah Jessica Parker and Pamela Anderson were still relevant for sixteen year olds?
And in the bookshelves behind the
computer on my side of the room I saw my Gossip Girls
and Bubbles series books [PDF p. 78]
-...You scorn every girl as a slut or a ho, but you read Gossip Girl? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WRITE P.C & KRISTIN?
He had a smooth face that was totally zit free, and
dark brown hair and eyes that reminded me of a baby deer.
Actually, he was cute. Not in the overly girly way so many
teenage guys are when they decide to come out and tell
everyone what everyone already knew (well, everyone
except their typically clueless and/or in-denial parents). [PDF p. 87]
-Oh yeah, you are so respectful to gays
One was black, with impossibly long hair
(must be a really good weave) [PDF p. 95]
- *gasps* Oh, no she didn't...
Unfortunate Implications
In less than 100 pages, this heroine has become my least favorite character in the book (and life). It only gets worse from here ladies and gents, but I will not subject you to more of it.
My problem with Zoey is not simply that her personality is vile, which doesn't help. I mentioned this before, but I'd rather have a protagonist with a personality I didn't like, then one with none at all. Zoey's voice seems like nothing more than just the writers' blowhole. She calls everyone a slut and even thinks of herself as one for kissing a boy she likes on the lips.
I loved the way my body fitted his, hard against soft,
and I pressed myself against him, forgetting about
Aphrodite and the circle I'd just cast and the entire rest of
the world. This time when we broke off the kiss we were
both breathing hard, and we stared at each other. As my
sense started to return to me I realized that I was totally
smushed against him and that I'd been standing there in
front of the dorm making out like a slut. I started to pull out
of his arms.
"What's wrong? Why do you suddenly look
different?" he said, tightening his arms around me.
"Erik, I'm not like Aphrodite." I pulled harder and he
let me go. [PDF p. 268]
-Way to go ladies, pushing back feminism one Sue at a time.
This mother-daughter team seeped this book with so much propaganda, Lenin would grimace. It's not even creatively done. As shown above all their personal opinions are just shoved in there with pop culture references that doesn't flow and dates their books.
The vampires in this book are lame. Not Twilight lame, no sparkles, however there is nothing that differentiates them from humans other than body art. Blood-lust doesn't even effect vampires until they reach their late 5th-6th year of vampirism, other young vamps, except our lead Zoey, doesn't like the taste of blood. It's just a bunch of good-looking people at some preppy boarding school. In this universe vampires are "out" and apparently run the arts; Kenny G is a vampire as is Shania Twain. There is a Christian-sect church that is against the vampires called, The People of Faith. Vamps worship the Goddess Nyx and perform gratuitous neo-pagan magic. Yawn.
Nothing connects in this book. It's all bits and pieces of stupidity. Vampire Sociology 101? Pu-lease.
Epic Fail, thy name is House of Night. You want to read about a vampire school: Vampire Academy
Final Grade: D-
You might be wondering why this book didn't get a flat out F, well that is because the main character, while a Sue in the works, was actually assertive. I was also interested in reading more about Aphrodite, since as the antagonist will most likely end up being the smartest character. Other than that, besides good ideas, this book is a collage of misses. The friendships are shallow, the relationship-in-progress is shallow and our main lead is shallow. Spoilers have even shown me that Zoey will end up juggling three boys at once? Shallow and a hypocrite. Our protagonist ladies and gents. Yeah, bestseller my ass. This is supposed to be a movie soon? God help me.
Seriously, who allowed this shit to be published. This rancid, insulting, mock of a book should be hung, drawn and quartered and then burned to somehow purify its rancid shallow soul.
The NYT Bestselling status means nothing anymore. Any self-indulgent piece of "poopie" (as our protagonist says) can become a bestseller with the right cover and fan-dumb. The success of this book especially upsets me when Infinite Days remains mostly untouched by readers. Thus, proving that if the world does end in 2012 it wouldn't be that great of a loss since human creativity has reached its peak.
House of Night is about an arrogant bitch named Zoey Redbird, who gets marked by a vampire tracker and becomes the chosen one. (I refuse to acknowledge her spelling of vampire as vampyre, you are not John William Polidori and any affiliation with his work I rebuke in the name of Heath Ledger.)
In the world of HoN, vampirism is a type of virus that infects an individual and the only place to ease the virus is at the HoN school. However, there is a chance a fledgling's body might reject the change and start oozing blood from their pours. Think Jet Li's Kiss of the Dragon without the cool factor of an interesting protagonist.
From chapter one, Zoey comes off as unlikable, shallow, egotistical and ignorant. When it is revealed that her ex-almost boyfriend is slowly developing a drinking problem she is only concerned that he is going to get fat. Then, on the same page chastises her "best-friend" for being shallow.
Rather than simply tell you about it, I will instead SHOW you the atrocity that is this book.
"The point is that he was wasted for like the fifth
time this week. I'm sorry, but I don't want to go out with a guy whose main focus in life has changed from trying to
play college football to trying to chug a six-pack without
puking. Not to mention the fact that he's going to get fat
from all that beer.” I had to pause to cough. I was feeling a
little dizzy and forced myself to take slow, deep breaths
when the coughing fit was over. Not that K-babble noticed.
"Eww! Heath, fat! Not a visual I want.”
I managed to ignore another urge to cough. "And
kissing him is like sucking on alcohol-soaked feet.”
K scrunched up her face. "Okay, sick. Too bad he's
so hot.”
I rolled my eyes, not bothering to try to hide my
annoyance at her typical shallowness. [PDF p.4-5]
-Ah, the beginning of the end. Our totally un-shallow protagonist doesn't care that her almost boyfriend might die or get into an accident from drinking, only that he'll get fat (remember your priorities ladies hot>health) . However when K says that he's hot, that is shallow because K-babble is not as deep as our Gossip-Girl reading lead!
Do vampyres play chess? Were there
vampyre dorks? How about Barbie-like vampyre
cheerleaders? Did any vampyres play in the
band? Were there vampyre Emos with their
guy-wearing-girl's-pants weirdness and those
awful bangs that cover half their faces? Or were
they all those freaky Goth kids who didn't like
to bathe much? Was I going to turn into a Goth
kid? Or worse, an Emo? I didn't particularly like
wearing black, at least not exclusively, and I
wasn't feeling a sudden and unfortunate
aversion to soap and water, nor did I have an obsessive desire to change my hairstyle and
wear too much eyeliner. [PDF p.8-9]
-Ah yes, insulting goths, emos and people who wear black in a vampire book. Genius.
K's eyes teared up again, but, thankfully,
her cell phone started singing Madonna's
"Material Girl.” [PDF p.9]
-Yes, because the song matters and "Material Girl" was at the peak of its popularity in 2007. At least we know the Cast's favorite Madonna track.
I didn't want to do either. I just wanted to
attempt to be normal, despite the burden of my mega-
conservative parents, my troll-like younger brother, and my
oh-so-perfect older sister. I wanted to pass geometry. I
wanted to keep my grades up so that I could get accepted
into the veterinary college at OSU and get out of Broken
Arrow, Oklahoma. But most of all, I wanted to fit in-at
least at school. Home had become hopeless, so all I was left
with were my friends and my life away from my family.
Now that was being taken away from me, too. [PDF p. 10]
-Hmm, maybe I missed it in these past ten pages, but how is having friends and a jock boyfriend make you not normal? Or by not normal do you mean cool?
High-pitched girl giggles flitted to me from the
parking lot. Great. Kathy Richter, the biggest ho in school,
was pretending to smack Heath. [PDF p. 12]
-Don't you know, girls, that if you flirt with boys Umbridge will rip your perky little boobs off.
I stared at the exotic-looking tattoo. Mixed with my
strong Cherokee features it seemed to brand me with a mark
of wildness…as if I belonged to ancient times when the
world was bigger…more barbaric. [PDF p. 13]
-Wait? Are you implying that your Cherokke heritage is barbaric? Lemme guess, you love Dances With Wolves Right?
I never liked him. Really. I'm not just saying that
se I can't stand him now. From the first day I met him
I saw only one thing-a fake. He fakes being a nice guy. He
fakes being a good husband. He even fakes being a good
father.
He looks like every other dad-age guy. He has dark
hair, skinny chicken legs, and is getting a gut. His eyes are
like his soul, a washed-out, cold, brownish color.
I walked into the family room to find him standing
by the couch. My mother was crumpled near the end of it,
clutching his hand. Her eyes were already red and watery.
Great. She was going to play Hurt Hysterical Mother. It's an
act she does well.
John had begun to attempt to skewer me with his
eyes, but my Mark distracted him. His face twisted in
disgust.
"Get thee behind me, Satan!" he quoted in what I
like to think of as his sermon voice. ... "This wasn't something I caused," I finally managed
to say. "This wasn't done because of me. It was done to me.
Every scientist on the planet agrees with that.”
"Scientists are not all-knowing. They are not men of
God.”
I just stared at him. He was an Elder of the People of
Faith, a position he was oh, so proud of. [PDF p. 25-26]
-All protestants are ignorant assholes! Thank you Cast duo. I will right my Anglican ways.
It made me glad that it was the end of October
and it had finally turned cool enough for me to wear my
Borg Invasion 4D hoodie (sure, it is a Star Trek: The Next
Generation ride in Vegas and, sadly, I am on occasion a
total Star Trek nerd) [PDF p. 34]
-Alright, you didn't need to go into detail about your Star Trek nerdiness. The real fans will know what your talking about and the other people can remain blissfully ignorant.
It was incredibly weird to look down on myself. I
wasn't scared. But I should be, shouldn't I? Didn't this mean
I was dead? Maybe I'd be able to see the Cherokee ghosts
better now. Even that thought didn't scare me. Actually,
instead of being afraid it was more like I was an observer,
as if none of this could really touch me. (Kinda like those
girls who have sex with everyone and think that they're not
going to get pregnant or a really nasty STD that eats your
brains and stuff. Well, we'll see in ten years, won't we?) [PDF p. 40]
-...You're shitting me right?
Her hair was deep red-not that horrid carrot-
top orange-red or the washed-out blond-red, but a dark,
glossy auburn that fell in heavy waves well past her
shoulders. Her body was, well, perfect. She wasn't thin like
the freak girls who puked and starved themselves into what
they thought was Paris Hilton chic. ("That's Hott." Yeah,
okay, whatever, Paris.) This woman's body was perfect
because she was strong, but curvy. And she had great boobs.
(I wish I had great boobs.)
"Huh?" I said. Speaking of boobs-I was totally
sounding like one. (Boob…hee hee). [PDF p. 40]
-What does Paris Hilton have anything to do with these you boob?
"You want me! You'll always want me!" She
unzipped his pants.
I shouldn't be there. I shouldn't be seeing this. I tore
my eyes from his bloody thigh and took one step back.
The guy's eyes lifted. He saw me.
And then something truly bizarre happened. I could
feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from
him. The girl in front of him seemed to disappear, and all
there was in the hallway was him and me and the sweet,
beautiful smell of his blood.
"You don't want me? That's not how it looks now,"
she said with a nasty purr in her voice. [PDF p. 64]
-She meets her love interest while fighting off a blowjob from another girl? Classy.
Yes, I was aware of the whole oral sex thing. I doubt
if there's a teenager alive in America today who isn't aware
that most of the adult public think we're giving guys blow
jobs like they used to give guys gum (or maybe more
appropriately suckers). Okay, that's just bullshit, and it's
always made me mad. Of course there are girls who think
it's "cool" to give guys head. Uh, they're wrong. Those of us
with functioning brains know that it is not cool to be used like that. [PDF p. 65]
-Seriously? Look I have no problem with girls who are into the whole abstinence thing and don't like oral sex. That is fine. However, please do not assume that every girl who enjoys oral sex does it because she is being "used". Believe it or not women have control over their bodies.
She was a tiny blonde
and darn near perfect. Actually, she reminded me of a young
version of Sarah Jessica Parker (who I don't like, by the by
-she's just so…so…annoying and unnaturally perky). "Hi Zoey. Welcome to your new home." The SJP
look-alike's smile was warm and genuine, and she was
clearly making an effort to make eye contact instead of
gawk at my darkened-in Mark. Instantly I felt bad for
making a negative comparison about her. "I'm Aphrodite,"
she said.
Aphrodite? Okay, maybe I hadn't been too hasty in
my comparison. How could anyone normal choose
Aphrodite as her name? Please. Talk about delusions of
grandeur. I plastered a smile on my face, though, and said a bright, "Hi Aphrodite!...Aphrodite's laugh, followed by her perky, "Of
course I'd be happy to show her around! You know I'm
always glad to help you, Neferet," was as fake and cold as
Pamela Anderson's humongously huge boobs, but Neferet
just nodded in response and then turned to face me. [PDF 71, 73]
-I didn't know Sarah Jessica Parker and Pamela Anderson were still relevant for sixteen year olds?
And in the bookshelves behind the
computer on my side of the room I saw my Gossip Girls
and Bubbles series books [PDF p. 78]
-...You scorn every girl as a slut or a ho, but you read Gossip Girl? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WRITE P.C & KRISTIN?
He had a smooth face that was totally zit free, and
dark brown hair and eyes that reminded me of a baby deer.
Actually, he was cute. Not in the overly girly way so many
teenage guys are when they decide to come out and tell
everyone what everyone already knew (well, everyone
except their typically clueless and/or in-denial parents). [PDF p. 87]
-Oh yeah, you are so respectful to gays
One was black, with impossibly long hair
(must be a really good weave) [PDF p. 95]
- *gasps* Oh, no she didn't...
Unfortunate Implications
In less than 100 pages, this heroine has become my least favorite character in the book (and life). It only gets worse from here ladies and gents, but I will not subject you to more of it.
My problem with Zoey is not simply that her personality is vile, which doesn't help. I mentioned this before, but I'd rather have a protagonist with a personality I didn't like, then one with none at all. Zoey's voice seems like nothing more than just the writers' blowhole. She calls everyone a slut and even thinks of herself as one for kissing a boy she likes on the lips.
I loved the way my body fitted his, hard against soft,
and I pressed myself against him, forgetting about
Aphrodite and the circle I'd just cast and the entire rest of
the world. This time when we broke off the kiss we were
both breathing hard, and we stared at each other. As my
sense started to return to me I realized that I was totally
smushed against him and that I'd been standing there in
front of the dorm making out like a slut. I started to pull out
of his arms.
"What's wrong? Why do you suddenly look
different?" he said, tightening his arms around me.
"Erik, I'm not like Aphrodite." I pulled harder and he
let me go. [PDF p. 268]
-Way to go ladies, pushing back feminism one Sue at a time.
This mother-daughter team seeped this book with so much propaganda, Lenin would grimace. It's not even creatively done. As shown above all their personal opinions are just shoved in there with pop culture references that doesn't flow and dates their books.
The vampires in this book are lame. Not Twilight lame, no sparkles, however there is nothing that differentiates them from humans other than body art. Blood-lust doesn't even effect vampires until they reach their late 5th-6th year of vampirism, other young vamps, except our lead Zoey, doesn't like the taste of blood. It's just a bunch of good-looking people at some preppy boarding school. In this universe vampires are "out" and apparently run the arts; Kenny G is a vampire as is Shania Twain. There is a Christian-sect church that is against the vampires called, The People of Faith. Vamps worship the Goddess Nyx and perform gratuitous neo-pagan magic. Yawn.
Nothing connects in this book. It's all bits and pieces of stupidity. Vampire Sociology 101? Pu-lease.
Epic Fail, thy name is House of Night. You want to read about a vampire school: Vampire Academy
Final Grade: D-
You might be wondering why this book didn't get a flat out F, well that is because the main character, while a Sue in the works, was actually assertive. I was also interested in reading more about Aphrodite, since as the antagonist will most likely end up being the smartest character. Other than that, besides good ideas, this book is a collage of misses. The friendships are shallow, the relationship-in-progress is shallow and our main lead is shallow. Spoilers have even shown me that Zoey will end up juggling three boys at once? Shallow and a hypocrite. Our protagonist ladies and gents. Yeah, bestseller my ass. This is supposed to be a movie soon? God help me.