My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Maybe when I was in my Twilight phase… This basically reads like a lovechild between that and Roswell. If the lead male was Michael instead of Max. You haven’t watched Roswell? You should, it was a jem and it had talent out of this world.
Too on the nose? Eh, sorry, my week was loooooooooooooong.
Anyway, the story uses the same basic foundation all the teen hits share – new girl, Katy, comes to town and finds herself entangled with a weird group of people, harboring life-altering secrets. She quickly befriends one of them, a girl named Dee, only to find her jerk of a brother, Daemon, putting kebosh on that friendship. Sure thing it doesn’t take long for Katy to develop a thing for said jerk. It all goes to hell after that.
Ok, now here’s my theory. There’s a conspiracy in the book world relating to names like Daemon or Damon or any other funky spelling of the same damn thing. It’s like the phone prefix 555, you know? Designated to fiction only. In this case, when you get a name like that in your book – you know the guy would be insanely hot, infuriatingly arrogant, full of himself and hiding his amazingly warm and fuzzy center beneath sneers, issues and rude behaviour.
Do you actually know anyone by that name in real life? Honestly? And if you do, was he born in the last couple of decades? If yes, it doesn’t count because he was probably named after one of those guys. Or, wich is more likely, moms, who give their sons that name are secretly time travelers. They go in the future to see if their baby becomes hot and only then do they name him Damon/Daemon. Seriously, there are like none ugly Damons out there. If you find one – don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.
Over and out