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Low Red Moon - Ivy Devlin (4*)



Title: Low red moon
Auteur: Ivy Devlin
ISBN: 9781408813980
© 2010 Elizabeth Spencer      







The only thing Avery Hood can remember about the night her parents died is that she saw silver - deadly silver, moving inhumanly fast. As much as she wants to remember who killed them, she can't, and there's nothing left to do but try to piece her life back together. Then Avery meets the new boy in school - Ben, mysterious and beautiful, with whom she feels a connection like nothing she's ever experienced. When Ben reveals he's a werewolf, Avery still trusts him - at first. Then she sees that sometimes his eyes flash inhuman silver. And she learns that she's not the only one who can't remember the night her parents died.

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A very quick read, but not at all what I had hoped for. I loved the Twilight saga written by Stephenie Meyer and liked Shiver written by Maggie Stiefvater. This book was nowhere near where those books took me to. 

The cover of Low Red Moon really enchanted me. I loved the look of it. The use of color and print on the inside of the book also took to my liking. I knew from the look and description of the book it was a story in the style of Twilight Saga, written for the young adult category reader. But where I found the Twilight Sage very suitable for an adult reader, Low Red Moon disappointed me. I think this book is more meant for girls under the age of 15, much more in the direction of 'young' than 'adult'. 

The storyline is thin: girl meets boy, girl is a bit of an outsider and does not have any friends, girl never has been with a boy, boy is not totally human, girl can't stay away from boy and vice versa, and something wicked this way comes! Well, that's it in a nutshell. But whereas the other supernatural love-stories I've read did take me into their fictional world, Low Red Moon was not able to do that for me. There were a lot of repetitions, the events are very predictable and the main characters are quite flat to me. Even the surprise at the end, came not really a surprise to me. 

Low Red Moon is the first book of a series but, all things considering, I don't feel the need to go out and get me copies of those sequels. 


Reacties

Thank you so much for sending this over to me :-)
Will give it a try and let you know if it has the same effect on me :-)

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