Book Review for Camela Thompson’s Blood, Spirit, and Bone
Abandon all hope of suspense, ye who read on, for there shall be . . . major SPOILERS!
Spoiler alert! Spoiler alert! Bee-doh! Bee-doh! Beeee-doh!
Oui, oui, spoilers broken down into troi parts, as charmingly broken as my French.
The characters (especially the main character) are true to form and though they change, the changes that take place are both logical and reasonable. The dialogue and internal monologues of the characters are precise, concise (to the point – pun intended), and the descriptions are vivid and “juuust oh so right”.
Sean dies. Yup, he sure does. However, it is a noble death. I felt a tiny twinge of guilt when he died, which is saying much because . . . I DIDN’T like him! And yet, I grew to respect him and that is why Camela did a marvelous job at creating her characters. Even though I didn’t like Sean, I developed an understanding of who and what he is. And I grieved his death, if not because it was sad, but because he’s leaving behind his wife and children (who will need a lot of help and protection – boy, that was a creepy ending!). When writers can make you feel for a character that you don’t like and try so hard not to like – that takes bloody skill! Bravo!
Oh my, my my. The descriptions of Sean’s transformation and the repulsive things I thought he was doing (cannibalism of corpses) – until I learned more. The detailed descriptions of indigestion, the vomiting, the carefully planned and written descriptions of rotting, dead flesh! My Glob – I could practically smell it wafting from the literary atmosphere, past my psyche, and assaulting my senses with a vicious beating! And that was the point: it was meant to be ugly, gruesome, and disgusting. Bravo, Bravo.
I look forward to reading the next book in the series. Presently, I don’t like Lucian at the moment, due to how he treats Josette (who I actually like – couldn’t stand the little poppet in the first book, but the more I learn of her, the more I respect her struggle as a vampire). And yet, perhaps Lucian will grow on me, too. My own spoiler: I blame this anger towards literary men on “preggers” hormones. J So, once the book is written and I’m no longer flooded with a concoction of Dragon Lady a la Expecting, this may change . . .or I’ll most likely grow to love him too because Camela is just that fabulous.