Death, Doom, and Detentionby Darynda Jones
In New York Times bestselling author Darynda Jones's Death, Doom and Detention, the normal part of Lorelei MacAlister’s life didn’t just slip away quietly the day Jared Kovach came to town. Nope. The normal part of her life shattered. It exploded. It burst into a gazillion shards of fleeting light.
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In New York Times bestselling author Darynda Jones's Death, Doom and Detention, the normal part of Lorelei MacAlister’s life didn’t just slip away quietly the day Jared Kovach came to town. Nope. The normal part of her life shattered. It exploded. It burst into a gazillion shards of fleeting light.
It went out with a bang.
Hello dark and eerie.
While her best friend, Brooklyn, is focusing all of her energy on helping Lorelei hone her abilities, Lorelei is dealing with the reality that Satan’s second in command has taken up residence inside her body. Oh, and the fact that she has a crush on the Angel of Death. But what a beautiful death it is. If those weren’t bad enough, something sinister has come to town and it wants nothing more than to hear Lorelei’s dying breath as it strangles it out of her. Thank goodness the gang has a supernatural champion. But what happens when the only being who can save them switches sides midstream? How can a group of misfits capture one of the most powerful beings ever created? And will they find out how to bring Jared back to them before it’s too late?
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Death, Doom, and Detention
By Darynda Jones
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2013 Darynda Jones
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"Is this class ever going to end?"
My best friend, Brooklyn, draped her upper body across her desk in a dramatic reenactment of Desdemona's death in Othello. She buried her face in a tangle of arms and long black hair for effect. It was quite moving. And while I appreciated her freedom to express her misgivings about the most boring class since multicelled organisms first crawled onto dry land, I wondered about her timing.
"Miss Prather," our Government teacher, Mr. Gonzales, said, his voice like a sharp crack in the silence of study time.
Brooklyn jerked upright in surprise. She glanced around as our classmates snickered, either politely into their hands or more rudely outright.
"Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"
She turned toward Mr. Gonzales and asked, "Did I say that out loud?"
The class erupted in laughter as Mr. G's mouth formed a long narrow line across his face. Miraculously, the bell rang and Brooklyn couldn't scramble out of her seat fast enough. She practically sprinted from the room. I followed at a slower pace, smiling meekly as I walked past Mr. G's desk.
Brooklyn stood waiting for me in the hall, her face still frozen in surprise.
"That was funny," I said, tugging her alongside me. She fell in line as we wound through the crush of students, fighting our way to PE. I wasn't sure why. I didn't particularly enjoy having my many faults and numerous shortcomings put on display for all to see, so why I would fight to get there was beyond me.
"No, really." She tucked an arm through mine. "I didn't mean to say that out loud."
I couldn't help but smile despite the weight on my chest, a weight that seemed endless. "Which is why that was funny."
I did that a lot lately. Smiled. It was easier than explaining why I wasn't.
"You don't get it," she said. "This is exactly what I've been talking about. Everything is weird ever since ... you know."
I did know. Ever since Jared Kovach came to town. Ever since he'd saved my life after a huge green delivery truck slammed into me. Ever since we'd found out he was the Angel of Death and had been sent not to save my life but to take it. To tweak the timing. To take me sooner than nature — or a huge green delivery truck — had intended.
And ever since I found out I'd been possessed by a demon when I was six years old.
Still, that wasn't the worst part of that day all those years ago. The worst part was the fact that my parents were gone. Vanished in a whirlwind when some guy — we still had no idea who — opened the gates of hell. And I'd led them straight to it. The fact that a demon — Malak-Tuke, to be exact, Lucifer's second-in-command — escaped from his fiery pit and decided to crash at my place was just the icing on the cake. But I didn't know any of this until two months ago.
I'd been living with my grandparents since the disappearance, but my semi-normal existence changed forever when I was knocked into the street by a skateboarder and hit by that truck.
That near-death experience taught me a valuable lesson: Never get hit by a huge green delivery truck if I can help it. But if I hadn't, if my life hadn't almost ended that day, then Jared Kovach would not have been sent. And oddly enough, Jared Kovach was definitely worth the risk.
The events that followed were both terrifying and life changing. I learned that there really was a heaven and a hell. That there really were angels and demons. That I was a prophet, the last prophet in a long line of incredible women, descended from a powerful woman named Arabeth. And I'd learned that I had a demon inside me, that I'd had him inside me for years.
Even Jared had never seen anything like it. Most people possessed by evil spirits were lucky to survive. People possessed by demons — a rarity, from what I'd been told — never survived more than a month. Ever. And yet here I stood. As possessed as a girl with a demon inside her could be.
And, yes, things had been weird.
"People are acting strange, and the world has dark, fuzzy edges," Brooklyn continued.
Before I could suggest a visit to the school nurse, an arm snaked around my neck from behind and I felt something poke my temple. A quick sideways glance told me it was a hand shaped to resemble a gun. "Give me all your money," Glitch said through gritted teeth, pulling out his best Clint Eastwood impersonation.
Glitch, a connoisseur of computers, skipping, and coasting through school with less than stellar grades, was our sidekick and partner in crime. We weren't the greatest criminals, so we really didn't partner up for such endeavors often. Glitch and I had grown up together. He was half Native American and half Irish American, and he had the dark skin and hazel green eyes to prove it.
I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve either of my two best friends. Even when they found out I'd been possessed — was still possessed — they didn't bail on me. That was true friendship. Or insanity. Either way.
I shook off his arm and tossed a grin at him from over my shoulder.
"You cut your hair," I said to him, noticing his blond highlights were missing. The trim left only his jet-black hair, spiked as usual with just enough gel to make him almost cool. He was too much of a geek to be genuinely cool, but he was getting there.
"Yeah." He raked his fingers through it. "So, what's up with you two?"
"Brooke feels fuzzy."
He bounced around until he was facing us, walking backwards with his backpack slung over his shoulder, his brows drawn in concern. "Fuzzy? Really?"
"I didn't say I felt fuzzy. I said the world has fuzzy edges."
He looked around to test her theory then back at us. How he managed to walk backwards in this crowd was beyond me. And rather awe inspiring. If I'd tried that, I would soon resemble a pancake covered with lots of footprints.
He furrowed his brows again in thought. "I don't think it's so much fuzzy as nauseatingly yellow, a color that is supposed to calm us, I'm sure. But did you hear?" he asked, suddenly excited. "Joss Duffy and Cruz de los Santos got in a fight during third."
Brooklyn pulled me to a stop, her expression animated. "What did I tell you? Joss and Cruz are best friends. Everything is turned upside down."
As bad as I hated to admit it, she was right. I'd felt it too: A quake. A disturbance in the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to have short fuses lately. The slightest infraction set people off. We'd been warned about an impending cosmic war. Was this how it would begin?
With a sigh, I started for PE again. Maybe we were reading too much into it. Or maybe the moon was full. People did crazy things when the moon was full. And besides, I didn't want everything to be turned upside down. I'd had enough of upside down when I was hit by that truck. When I was possessed by Satan's second-in-command. When my parents disappeared.
Some days I was almost okay with the fact that a demon had slipped inside my body when I was six, nestled between my ribs, curled around my spine. Other days that fact caused me no small amount of distress. On those days, I walked with head down and eyes hooded as my vertebrae fused in the heat of uncertainty and my bones writhed in sour revulsion.
Today was one of those days.
I'd awoken in a panic to the sensation of being crushed, unable to escape an invisible force, unable to breathe. The remnants of a nightmare still ricocheted against the walls of my lungs, squeezing them until air became a precious but fleeting commodity. At first I thought I was having an asthma attack, then I realized it was only a dream. The dream.
And the dream was always the same. In it, I would float back to that day so long ago and inhale the beast all over again, his taste acidic, his flesh choking and abrasive. Since I was just a kid at the time, one would think it was a small demon, possibly a minion or a lower-level employee. Like a janitor. But I'd seen him that day. How his shoulders, as black as a starless sky, spanned the horizon. How his head reached the tops of the trees. "Small" was not an accurate descriptor.
And now, thanks to my pathetic need for sleep, I could relive that memory over and over. Yay, me. On the bright side, I'd ditched that other recurring dream I'd been having since I was five. The one where bugs scurried under my sheets and up my legs. That thing was messed up.
Still, if not for all that, Jared would never have come to Riley's Switch. We may be only a tiny speck on the map of New Mexico, hidden among juniper trees and sage bushes in the middle of no and where, but we were important enough to warrant an extended visit from the Angel of Death. Surely that meant something in the grand scheme of things.
"And Cameron has been acting strange too," Brooke continued, mentioning the fifth member of our posse, if you included Jared. Which I did. But I hadn't seen Cameron in a couple of days, which was odd.
"That's because Cameron has a crush on you," I said without thinking. I cringed when Glitch's eyes widened a fraction of an inch. He caught himself instantly and turned away.
"No, seriously," she said, oblivious. "He keeps asking if I'm okay. If you're okay. If Glitch is okay."
Glitch whirled back around and glared, but Brooke missed it once again.
"We need to practice," she said, pulling a compact mirror out of her backpack. "Try again to get a vision, only try harder this time. Put a little elbow grease into it."
She handed it to me as Glitch glowered at her, his mood taking an acerbic turn. "Really? Here?"
"Yes, really, here. She has to be ready."
Along with all the other magnificent oddities in my life, my shaky status as a prophet meant I had visions. But visions weren't normal, and I was trying desperately to get back to normal. It was my new goal in life, right after grow five inches and get boobies. So as far as everyone on the planet was concerned, the visions had stopped. They hadn't been getting stronger every day, filling my head with images and knowledge I didn't want. Didn't need.
That was my story, and I was sticking to it.
Sadly, my sudden inability to have a vision only made Brooke even more determined. She poked and prodded me into practicing nonstop. So I would touch her arm or her hand and pretend to try really, really hard to have a vision, only to be disappointed again.
I had sunk so deep into this lie, I didn't have the heart to tell her that the visions were coming at me left and right — so much so, I had to fight the urge to dodge them. I didn't want to know the future or the past. Normal people had no such luxury, and since normal was my new goal in life since my old one — get Jared Kovach to fall in love with and marry me — had been thwarted by my grandparents. Just one more reason for my smiles to be contrived.
But Brooke, ever the trouper, had done some research. She read that a shiny surface helped psychics and mediums see into the future or the past, hence crystal balls. And according to her research, mirrors worked just as well. Hence her compact.
"I have to get to History," Glitch said, his shoulders tense. "Mr. Burke threatened to skin me alive if I'm tardy again, though I don't think he actually has the authority to do that."
"Later," I said, opening the compact with a sigh. The last thing I needed was to get a vision every time I looked in a mirror. The experience was bad enough as it was.
As we exited the main building and headed for the gym, I looked down into the shiny surface. Brooke dragged me along so I wouldn't fall on my face. I pretended to concentrate, trying not to focus on the fact that my gray eyes seemed darker than usual and my auburn hair seemed curlier. Curlier? I leaned in for a closer look. Oh, the gods were a cruel and humorless lot. Because that's what I needed. More curls.
"Does my hair seem curlier to you?"
"Curlier than an ironing board, yes. Curlier than a French poodle, no. Now, concentrate." She rubbed her hands together to emphasize her enthusiasm. "It's vision time, baby. We need them now more than ever."
Even at their height, my prophetic visions hadn't been terribly useful. What on earth could I gain from looking into a mirror besides lower self-esteem?
"Are you even concentrating?" Brooke asked as I tripped on a pebble. This took coordination. An attribute I lacked in spades. But she believed with every fiber of her being that my visions were the key to everything. According to prophecy, I was supposed to stop an impending war between humans and demons before it ever started, but how I was supposed to manage that, nobody knew. Least of all me.
And why was I even participating in this ridiculous scheme of hers? She knew better than anyone that I either had to be touching the person I was prophesying about, or have touched him at some point in the recent past.
But she was bound and determined to expand my skills, to widen my periphery so I could have visions on the fly. So far, our attempts with the mirror thing had yielded exactly squat. Unless I was touching said fly, nothing happened.
Kind of like now.
After a solid twelve seconds, I gave up. "You know, it would help if I knew what to concentrate on."
Brooke patted my arm absently, staring into her phone. "Concentrate on concentrating."
For the love of Starbucks, what the heck did that mean?
I lifted the mirror again. Shook it a little to make sure it was working. Held it at arm's length. Squinted. Just as I was about to give up entirely, a vision, dark and alluring, materialized behind me. I sucked in a soft breath at the sight even though, admittedly, there was nothing prophetic about it.
Jared Kovach was standing against the wall of the building we'd just left. Watching me. At least he had been until he saw me notice him in the mirror. He turned away the moment our eyes made contact, and the pain that shot through me was quick and unforgiving.
I snapped the compact closed and handed it back to Brooke. "I think it's broken."
From my periphery, I noticed Jared start our way, and my stomach clenched in agony. I wanted to run. Instead, I stopped and turned to him. Mostly because he could outrun me. He was wearing his requisite jeans that fit low on his hips and a gray T-shirt with a brown bomber jacket thrown over his shoulder. The cloudy day had splashed color across the sky behind him, and hints of oranges, pinks, and purples served as a backdrop to the powerful set of his shoulders, the lean hills and valleys of his arms. Somehow I didn't think that a coincidence. But his exquisite form only drove home the fact that he was so far out of my league, it was unreal.
He'd come to Riley's Switch a couple of months ago to do a job. That job was to pop in, take me a few minutes before I was slated to die anyway, then pop back out again. But he'd disobeyed his orders. He'd saved me instead, thus breaking one of the three rules that celestial beings are bound by. Even the powerful Angel of Death. As a result, he was stuck on Earth. Stuck helping me.
The problem was, I fell in love with him. It was hard not to. And he really liked me, if his mouth pressed against mine every chance it got was any indication. But that made my grandparents nervous. They went behind my back and asked him to keep his distance, so keep his distance he had. Out of respect for their wishes and because he couldn't argue their point, he gave his word that he would act only in the capacity of protector and guardian where I was concerned. Nothing more. Nothing less.
And my heart shattered into a million tiny pieces.
My grandparents and I had been so close. For ten years they, along with Brooke and Glitch, were my world. But now all the communication in our house was strained and full of hurtful innuendo and resentful glances.
"He's the Angel of Death," my grandmother would say. "The most powerful angel in the heavens."
Then my grandfather would join in. "He's not a teenaged boy, despite his appearance, pix. He's dangerous beyond your wildest imagining."
The fact that he'd saved my life — twice! — apparently didn't matter.
As he got closer, I tried to subdue the adrenaline rush I felt every time I looked at him. His dark hair fell over his forehead, emphasizing the sparkling depths of his coffee-colored eyes. The wind molded the T-shirt to the expanse of his chest, revealing the fact that he was cut to simple perfection. And he had this way of moving, this animalistic grace, that mesmerized even the stoutest minds.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling Author DARYNDA JONES won a Golden Heart® for best paranormal for her manuscript First Grave On The Right. As a born storyteller, she grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike. Jones lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.
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A lot of time the second book in a trilogy can be a let down. The first book introduces readers to the characters and the world while the third book contains the climax of the series. Second books tend to be transition books and a bit of a let down. Luckily Darynda Jones didn't follow suit. Instead she adds momentum while continuing to build the plot for the third book. Basically, this is the delicious appetizer before the main course! Though this is the second book in the series, readers can enjoy it without the first book. It can be a stand alone story, but why enjoy one slice of cake when you can eat the whole thing! Jones continually fills in the gaps if the characters reference something from the first book. (example: something bad happened at camp between Cameron and Glitch) If you want the whole backstory, then definitely check out book 1, Death and the Girl Next Door. Scratch that. Check out book one whether or not you want the back story. I doubt you will be disappointed, and best of all, no calories will need to be consumed! I love that Lorelei has guts. Sure she has people around her (2 hot guys in particular) that try to protect her, but she doesn't just accept that. Lorelei is a modern teenage girl and wants her independence. She doesn't want to cower, but rather she wants to stand up and defend herself (or run) from danger. She doesn't want to hide and let the bad guys come to her. She wants to go out and bait them and then let her super-powered boy toys handle the rest. Many teen novels have girls that become useless when they like a boy, so this one really stands out. I love the girl power! Jones does a good job bringing the sarcasm and wit found in her Charley Davidson series to her new Young Adult audience. I love some of the statements Lorelei made throughout the book. Some of them even had me laughing out loud. This helps readers to better connect with her characters and makes them seem very realistic. If you enjoy paranormal action along with mystery and a touch of romance, then you are really going to enjoy Death, Doom and Detention. And don't forget to checkout Death, and the Girl He Loves when it comes out October 8, 2013.
A Fantastic Book Contemporary, Paranormal, Young Adult, Romance Riley’s Switch, New Mexico Lorelei McAlister’s life changed the day Jared Kovach came to town. The normal life she had didn’t go away quietly it exploded and shattered into a gazillion shards of fleeting light. No more normal welcome eerie and dark. Lorelei’s best friend Brooklyn is determined to help Lorelei hone her abilities. Lorelei on the other hand is trying to deal with the fact that Satan’s second-in-command has taken up residence in her body. Having a crush on the Angel of Death on top of that and Lorelei has more than enough to deal with. As if that isn’t enough to handle something sinister has come to town. The only thing it wants is Lorelei’s dying breath preferably while it is strangling her. At least the gang has a supernatural hero on their side. What the gang of misfits didn’t count on is the one being that can save them changing sides midway through the battle. Now the misfits need to find a way to capture one of the most powerful beings ever created. They also have to find a way to bring Jared back to their side before it is too late. This is proving to be a wonderful trilogy that has more twists and turns so that the reader never knows what will happen next. The characters are fun and engaging and have the story moving at a quick pace and keep it from having any slow spots. It will also have readers wanting the third book to see if things will work out for Lorelei and Jared. This has it all with paranormal and romance and some mystery elements that make for a wonderful plot. This is proving to be a story that will be fun for readers of any age.
The only reason i gave this book two stars is because i don't want to be mean. This book lack in character background. And in details. It is real hard to getting into this book.
**Mini Review** I picked up this book immediately after finishing book 1 - and dove right into it. I might have missed some sleep. But you know what's funny? I can't tell you WHY EXACTLY. I mean it is a good book, with interesting people, but there wasn't anything SPECTACULAR. *shrugs* Now that Lor has come to terms with what she is and what she can do, she now needs to come to terms with what she HAS to do. Which wasn't so bad when she had Jared to lean on, but he has been distant. And then he vanishes. While the story kept my interest, and I wanted to know what happened, there didn't seem to be a whole lot of substance to the story. It was pretty predictable and standard. Which isn't always a bad thing, there just wasn't a "Oh my gosh did that just happen?!?!" moment. Overall, this was a good not great story. Worth the time to read it, and entertaining, but not a life changer.
I really have to applaud Darynda Jones for being able to write both YA and Adult fiction and do it very well. The Darklight series captivated me in the first book and the second one definitely doesn't let down. There are so many things that happen in this book that made me smile and feel just about every other emotion. Something huge happens at school, something huge happens with Jared aka Angel of Death sexiness, Lorelei finds out about some pretty friggin cool abilities, and she finds out a lot about her family history. Jared was gone for a chunk of this book and I actually felt a little sad because I truly do love when he is around Lorelei. Luckily there are awesome characters like Brooke, Cameron, and Glitch to distract you and make you laugh. I mean, sometimes the stuff that comes out of Brooks mouth is just pure awesomeness. This book has Lorelei questioning herself, her abilities and just how is she going to stop the war before it has even begun? I questioned it as well because it seemed like it already started. But, I've learnt that I should never question Darynda Jones. She knows how to write and how to create one heck of a plot. I cannot wait to enjoy the next book in the series! Good: Lorelei, Brooke, Glitch, Cameron, and Jared- This team of rag-tag supernaturals and human side-kicks made me laugh every minute that I read this book. The Plot- Some serious stuff goes down and it gets a little crazy. I liked it. Bad: More Jared and Lorelei? Just sayin. Overall (Writing style, story line, and general): Overall, the book was beautifully done. The plot made me think and definitely had some twists. There was never a moment I had to re-read something unless it was because it was so funny I wanted to enjoy it again. I love the characters and how they are crafted. I like that Cameron and Jared hate each other...it just seems to bring something to the table. Death and the Girl He Loves...you are mine soon! Muhahahahaha.
Lorelie MacAlister is still struggling with her abilities...and the fact that there's a demon residing inside of her. It's not helping that her best friend, Brooklyn, is pushing her to practice her abilities constantly, she's picking up on the worst visions possible from her classmates, AND her grandparents are against her relationship with Jared. So he's the Angel of Death...that doesn't mean he won't make a good boyfriend, right? But when a new threat comes to town, the gang is going to have to face something they never planned on...one of their own! Death, Doom and Detention has a nice, comfortable flow plus Darynda Jones' trademark humor. My favorite part of all of Darynda's books (both the Charley Davidson and Darklight series) is the friendships between the characters. Lorelie, Brooklyn, and Glitch have the kind of friendship that everyone wants to experience...total trust and acceptance of each other's strengths and weaknesses. They make each other a better person and together can solve any problem. Usually with much teasing! DDD is the second book in the series and the events build upon book 1, so if you haven't read Death and the Girl Next Door yet then you need to go back and read it first. Trust me...you'll be glad you did! The final installment of the trilogy, Death and the Girl He Loves is out October 2013. I can't wait!!!
I really love this series,the charecters and the plot. Darynda Jones hooked me with her humor in the "grave"eries and kept on with this ya series.I like the quirky charecters,her best friends and her boyfriend(angel of death) keep them coming and i will read
Our Review, by LITERAL ADDICTION's Pack Alpha - Michelle L. Olson: Death, Doom & Detention, book #2 of Darynda Jones's DARKLIGHT series is a great continuation installment with lots of great moments, tons of character growth for the leading characters' supporting cast, a new evil villain, and a wonderfully developing storyline. I didn't love it as much as the first book, but it was still a very enjoyable read. Darynda does an amazing job of both making the book work well as a stand-alone, yet allow many of the missing pieces from book #1 to be filled in for those of us that read and enjoyed it. To be honest, I think the reason I didn't love this release as much as the debut was the lack of Jared, and therefore the lack of the continuation of Jared and Lorelei's love story. The necessity of Jared's removal for much of the main story allowed for a lot more Brooke and Cameron though, and THAT I thoroughly enjoyed! It solidified one of the things that I loved most about Darynda's YA... the lack of a love triangle for the leading characters! There is somewhat of a love triangle amongst the supporting cast, but it's subtle, and even that is broken up by the introduction of another interest. Like all of Darynda's books, DD&D is chock full of mystery, and while this release wasn't as action packed as I generally expect from Darynda, it was very intense towards the end and ended with a crazy cliffhanger that had me wishing for Death and the Girl He Loves immediately. LITERAL ADDICTION gives Death, Doom and Detention 4 Skulls and would suggest that those who started the series definitely read it! And while I would still suggest it for those looking for a good stand-alone, my personal opinion is that the series is better served by enjoying the books in order.
You wanna know what I hate about starting a book by Darynda Jones? The fact that I read freakishly fast and can devour it in hours, leaving me in withdrawal for a few months until I can mainline another. The things that I LOVE about starting a Darynda Jones novel? WAAAAAY too many to list, but here's a few: Gallows humor is always the best. I love the fact that Lorelei and her friends are facing the possible end of their world, but can still joke about it. Their fear and worry about the extinction of the human race never gets in the way of their normal teenaged angst. This book is darkly apocalyptic and funny all at once. The dialog is snarky, wonderfully written and believable. I'm not much for the paranormal genre, but this novel is a shining example of the sort that will force me to make an exception.
A great follow-up to the first book in this YA series. Looking forward to book 3 in October.
Even better than the first! Love this writer,soo funny.
~Reviewed by ANGELA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog “Ms. Jones stepped it up a bit in this second installment of Darklight series. There is more drama, action, and the plot definitely thickened. Death, Doom and Detention captured my attention right from the prologue until the heartrending end.” ~Under the Covers Ms. Jones stepped it up a bit in this second installment of Darklight series. There is more drama, action, and the plot definitely thickened. Death, Doom and Detention captured my attention right from the prologue until the heartrending end. Lorelei McAlister has matured since getting to know her from Death and the Girl Next Door. She has taken in the reality of being the last Prophet from the bloodline of Arabeth rather well. She is developing her abilities to see visions from future and the past. Also, most of her memories from her past had come back, including how her parents disappeared. Unfortunately, as the prophecy gets closer to reality, there are people who would like to hurt her. There are non-believers/haters that will do everything to prevent the predictions from ever happening. Like I said, Ms. Jones stepped it up a bit. There are more emotions in this installment and I admit to tearing up once or thrice. Ms. Jones had started this book with Lorelei’s memories of how she lost her parents. Let me tell you, seeing chaos unfold through six year old Lorelei was just heartbreaking. And seeing her go through the emotions of being a teen and being the person to save the world was tough to see as well. She whined and complained but came through each time. It was nice to see her friends help with that as well. Brook and Cameron also having super natural powers and Jared being the sexy brooding Angel of Death are there to keep Lorelei grounded and safe. Their banters and comeback were just hilarious. Along with Lorelei’s maturity, we also see a bit of development in relationships in this book, which I loved! Her love continues for Azreal aka Jared, aka Angel of Death. They have more issues than a normal teen of course. Jared’s past, emotions and even his powers have developed but I don’t know if finding out his past will help with their relationship. He is every bit as loyal, in love and very alpha towards Lorelei but out of his control, he managed to break her heart…and mine. With one kiss, my heart dropped to the floor. Not only that we get to know Lorelei and Jared, we see more of Brook and Cameron, Glitch and would be gal, maybe. Love finally blooms. And the issue with Cameron and Glitch and Jared and Cameron was somewhat resolved.Lorelei’s ’ grandparent also has a lot more secrets up their sleeve and they are all about to blow up in their faces. Don’t they know that honesty is the best policy when it comes to teenagers? It’s never a boring day in this small town in New Mexico. This book felt like a mash up of the TV series Smallville and Gillmore Girls. The characters are full of funny banters, secrets, preternatural beings they have to battle, young romance and cute boys to drool over. Without a surprise, Death, Doom and Detention is another brilliant read. *ARC provided by publisher
Death, Doom and Detention just rocked my world! Darynda Jones one-ups the first installment to the Darklight series with a sequel that is darker, eerier, and filled to the brim with supernatural wonder. In Death and the Girl Next Door Lorelei MacAlister welcomed the truth about everything supernatural that revealed itself in her world, from the truth about her parents' disappearance to the fact that there's powerful demon inside of her. Now she takes a few steps back hoping to walk into normal. Her relationship with her grandparents, the only family she believes she has left in the world, has turned sour, and ditto for her romance with the powerful Angel of Death, Jared Kovach. She's feeling the pressure to be the last prophet of Arabeth, the only one who can stop the impending war before it actually happens, and with good reason. She's always surrounded by her bodyguards, Cameron and Jared, and her best friend Brooklyn constantly pushes her to practice conjuring her visions. They all feel the invisible forces at work, altering the personalities of schoolmates and targeting Lorelei. I really felt the suspense in this novel. Jones kept her secrets locked until it was time for them to be revealed. Then again, it's a continuing pattern for Jones to keep readers in the dark and never knowing what's really going on until the characters discover it. At that point they walk right into danger. On one hand, I love the suspense; I love that the plot continues to be unpredictable and completely fascinating. On the other hand, I'm not quite sure my heart can take not knowing what's coming right around the corner! Death, Doom and Detention takes a more somber and tense tone. There's plenty of action and surprises, but always the underlying hint of danger. The threats Lorelei and her friends must face are shocking and scary, but they make the story oh, so thrilling! *eGalley provided via publisher in exchange for an honest review* Also posted on Lovey Dovey Books
I have not read this book, that is why I gave it three stars, it sounds interesting and I will probably enjoy it. It sounds a lot like Cassanda Clare's Mortal Instruments series, with the angels/humans and demons.