Seventeen years ago, I dragged my mother into the nearest Barnes and Noble and proceeded to dance up and down the aisles of that new-to-me-year-round-book-fair in shameless glee. It was in this manner that I stumbled upon the teen section–then a single row of shelves separating sci-fi/fantasy from the children’s section. Curious, I began pulling random titles from the shelf, but nothing really grabbed me until I saw a line of thin, black books, resting on the bottom shelf. I reached for one of the titles, and an electric shock traveled up my arm. Despite its terrible cover art, I knew I’d found my Soulmate.
This was my first vampire-boyfriend book and though I’m no longer a fan of what’s become a cliché in paranormal fiction, I can still enjoy this book with its tight narrative; strong heroine and old soul, Hannah Snow; cool other-life flash backs; and mega antagonist, Maya the vamp-i-ya. Without giving too much away, I found the ending rather satisfying as Hannah had to save herself.
I remember my mother wanted to “check” the book before I read it, but I took it to my room and ate it in three hours. Emerging from my room, I proceeded to wander about the house, ghost-like–not sure exactly what just happened…but knowing I wanted more.
If, one day, somebody reads my book and gets that post-reading, fantasy high, I will have done my job.
Michelle Joyce Bond