This should’ve been called the City of Boners with all the testosterone and blue balling flying around.
I don’t wanna waste much time bitching about this pile of dogshit, so here’s my biggest gripes:
- The main character, Clary is a toxic fucking bitch who’s also pretty useless. What’s worse, she puts other characters she just met at risk and is a constant damsel in distress. I don’t think she grew much at all in the book.
- We’ve seen this gimmick before. I haven’t read Twilight, but vampires and werewolves, haven’t we read enough of this by now?
- The twist towards the end is like huh? But since I couldn’t care less about anyone in the book, it just rubbed off as Clare trying to hard to make an impact on the weak-ass plot.
- The writing is weak as piss.
There’s only one positive out of all this. At least this book isn’t as bad as The Maze Runner. Which doesn’t say for much actually. It’s still a piece of shit.
