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The House of Night series is set in a world very much like our own, except in 16-year-old Zoey Redbird's world, vampyres have always existed. In this first book in the series, Zoey enters the House of Night, a school where, after having undergone the Change, she will train to become an adult vampire—that is, if she makes it through the Change. Not all of those who are chosen do. It's tough to begin a new life, away from her parents and friends, and on top of that, Zoey finds she is no average fledgling. She has ...
The House of Night series is set in a world very much like our own, except in 16-year-old Zoey Redbird's world, vampyres have always existed. In this first book in the series, Zoey enters the House of Night, a school where, after having undergone the Change, she will train to become an adult vampire—that is, if she makes it through the Change. Not all of those who are chosen do. It's tough to begin a new life, away from her parents and friends, and on top of that, Zoey finds she is no average fledgling. She has been Marked as special by the vampyre Goddess, Nyx. But she is not the only fledgling at the House of Night with special powers. When she discovers that the leader of the Dark Daughters, the school's most elite club, is misusing her Goddess-given gifts, Zoey must look deep within herself for the courage to embrace her destiny—with a little help from her new vampyre friends.
Gr 9 Up
In 16-year-old Zoey Redbird's world, vampyres not only exist but are also tolerated by humans. Those whom the creatures "mark" as special enter the House of Night school where they will either become vampyres themselves, or, if their body rejects the change, die. To Zoey, being marked is truly a blessing, though she's scared at first. She has never fit into the human world and has always felt she is destined for something else. Her grandmother, a descendant of the Cherokee, has always supported her emotionally, and it is she who takes the girl to her new school. But even there the teen stands apart from the others. Her mark from the Goddess Nyx is a special one, showing that her powers are very strong for one so young. At the House of Night, Zoey finds true friendship, loyalty, and romance as well as mistrust and deception. She realizes that all is not right in the vampyre world and that the problems she thought she left behind exist there as well. Readers will identify with many of the characters, especially the protagonist. The story moves quickly (a little too quickly at the end) and purposely leaves many unresolved issues. A good choice for those libraries serving fans of the occult, but be aware that the book contains some suggestive language and sex.
—Donna RosenblumCopyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
-Gena Showalter, author of MTV's Oh My Goth
"Cast reeled me in from paragraph one. I snorted and giggled through the whole thing, and devoured it in one sitting."
-MaryJanice Davidson, New York Times best-selling author of the Undead series
Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse I saw the dead guy standing next to my locker. Kayla was talking nonstop in her usual K-babble, and she didn't even notice him. At first. Actually, now that I think about it, no one else noticed him until he spoke, which is, tragically, more evidence of my freakish inability to fit in.
"No, but Zoey, I swear to God Heath didn't get that drunk after the game. You really shouldn't be so hard on him."
"Yeah," I said absently. "Sure." Then I coughed. Again. I felt like crap. I must be coming down with what Mr. Wise, my more-than-slightly-insane AP biology teacher, called the Teenage Plague.
If I died, would it get me out of my geometry test tomorrow? One could only hope.
"Zoey, please. Are you even listening? I think he only had like four—I dunno—maybe six beers, and maybe like three shots. But that's totally beside the point. He probably wouldn't even have had hardly any if your stupid parents hadn't made you go home right after the game."
We shared a long-suffering look, in total agreement about the latest injustice committed against me by my mom and the Step-Loser she'd married three really long years ago. Then, after barely half a breath break, K was back with the babbling.
"Plus, he was celebrating. I mean we beat Union!" K shook my shoulder and put her face close to mine. "Hello! Your boyfriend—"
"My almost-boyfriend," I corrected her, trying my best not to cough on her.
"Whatever. Heath is our quarterback so of course he's going to celebrate. It's been like a million years since Broken Arrow beat Union."
"Sixteen." I'm crappy at math, but K's math impairment makes me look like a genius.
"Again, whatever. The point is, he was happy. You should give the boy a break."
"The point is that he was wasted for like the fifth time this week. I'm sorry, but I don't want to go out with a guy whose main focus in life has changed from trying to play college football to trying to chug a six-pack without puking. Not to mention the fact that he's going to get fat from all that beer." I had to pause to cough. I was feeling a little dizzy and forced myself to take slow, deep breaths when the coughing fit was over. Not that K-babble noticed.
"Eww! Heath, fat! Not a visual I want."
I managed to ignore another urge to cough. "And kissing him is like sucking on alcohol-soaked feet."
K scrunched up her face. "Okay, sick. Too bad he's so hot."
I rolled my eyes, not bothering to try to hide my annoyance at her typical shallowness.
"You're so grumpy when you're sick. Anyway, you have no idea how lost-puppy-like Heath looked after you ignored him at lunch. He couldn't even . . ."
Then I saw him. The dead guy. Okay, I realized pretty quick that he wasn't technically "dead." He was undead. Or un-human. Whatever. Scientists said one thing, people said another, but the end result was the same. There was no mistaking what he was and even if I hadn't felt the power and darkness that radiated from him, there was no frickin' way I could miss his Mark, the sapphire-blue crescent moon on his forehead and the additional tattooing of entwining knot work that framed his equally blue eyes. He was a vampyre, and worse. He was a Tracker.
Well, crap! He was standing by my locker.
"Zoey, you're so not listening to me!"
Then the vampyre spoke and his ceremonial words slicked across the space between us, dangerous and seductive, like blood mixed with melted chocolate.
"Zoey Montgomery! Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!"
He lifted one long, white finger and pointed at me. As my forehead exploded in pain Kayla opened her mouth and screamed.
When the bright splotches finally cleared from my eyes I looked up to see K's colorless face staring down at me.
As usual, I said the first ridiculous thing that came to mind. "K, your eyes are popping out of your head like a fish."
"He Marked you. Oh, Zoey! You have the outline of that thing on your forehead!" Then she pressed a shaking hand against her white lips, unsuccessfully trying to hold back a sob.
I sat up and coughed. I had a killer headache, and I rubbed at the spot right between my eyebrows. It stung as if a wasp had bit me and radiated pain down around my eyes, all the way across my cheekbones. I felt like I might puke.
"Zoey!" K was really crying now and had to speak between wet little hiccups. "Oh. My. God. That guy was a Tracker—a vampyre Tracker!"
"K." I blinked hard, trying to clear the pain from my head. "Stop crying. You know I hate it when you cry." I reached out to attempt a comforting pat on her shoulders.
And she automatically cringed, and moved away from me.
I couldn't believe it. She actually cringed, like she was afraid of me. She must have seen the hurt in my eyes because she instantly started a string of breathless K-babble.
"Oh, God, Zoey! What are you going to do? You can't go to that place. You can't be one of those things. This can't be happening! Who am I supposed to go to all of our football games with?"
I noticed that all during her tirade she didn't once move any closer to me. I clamped down on the sick, hurt feeling inside that threatened to make me burst into tears. My eyes dried instantly. I was good at hiding tears. I should be; I'd had three years to get good at it.
"It's okay. I'll figure this out. It's probably some . . . some bizarre mistake," I lied.
I wasn't really talking; I was just making words come out of my mouth. Still grimacing at the pain in my head, I stood up. Looking around I felt a small measure of relief that K and I were the only ones in the math hall, and then I had to choke back what I knew was hysterical laughter. Had I not been totally psycho about the geometry test from hell scheduled for tomorrow, and had run back to my locker to get my book so I could attempt to obsessively (and pointlessly) study tonight, the Tracker would have found me standing outside in front of the school with the majority of the 1,300 kids who went to Broken Arrow's South Intermediate High School waiting for what my stupid Barbie-clone sister liked to smugly call "the big yellow limos." I have a car, but standing around with the less fortunate who have to ride the buses is a time-honored tradition, not to mention an excellent way to check out who's hitting on who. As it was, there was only one other kid in the math hall—a tall thin dork with messed-up teeth, which I could, unfortunately, see too much of because he was standing there with his mouth flapping open staring at me like I'd just given birth to a litter of flying pigs.
I coughed again, this time a really wet, disgusting cough. The dork made a squeaky little sound and scuttled down the hall to Mrs. Day's room clutching a flat board to his bony chest. Guess the chess club had changed its meeting time to Mondays after school.
Do vampyres play chess? Were there vampyre dorks? How about Barbie-like vampyre cheerleaders? Did any vampyres play in the band? Were there vampyre Emos with their guy-wearing-girl's-pants weirdness and those awful bangs that cover half their faces? Or were they all those freaky Goth kids who didn't like to bathe much? Was I going to turn into a Goth kid? Or worse, an Emo? I didn't particularly like wearing black, at least not exclusively, and I wasn't feeling a sudden and unfortunate aversion to soap and water, nor did I have an obsessive desire to change my hairstyle and wear too much eyeliner.
All this whirled through my mind while I felt another little hysterical bubble of laughter try to escape from my throat, and was almost thankful when it came out as a cough instead.
"Zoey? Are you okay?" Kayla's voice sounded too high, like someone was pinching her, and she'd taken another step away from me.
I sighed and felt my first sliver of anger. It wasn't like I'd asked for this. K and I had been best friends since third grade, and now she was looking at me like I had turned into a monster.
"Kayla, it's just me. The same me I was two seconds ago and two hours ago and two days ago." I made a frustrated gesture toward my throbbing head. "This doesn't change who I am!"
K's eyes teared up again, but, thankfully, her cell phone started singing Madonna's "Material Girl." Automatically, she glanced at the caller ID. I could tell by her rabbit-in-the-headlights expression that it was her boyfriend, Jared.
"Go on," I said in a flat, tired voice. "Ride home with him."
Her look of relief was like a slap in my face.
"Call me later?" she threw over her shoulder as she beat a hasty retreat out the side door.
I watched her rush across the east lawn to the parking lot. I could see that she had her cell phone smashed to her ear and was talking in animated little bursts to Jared. I'm sure she was already telling him I was turning into a monster.
The problem, of course, was that turning into a monster was the brighter of my two choices. Choice Number 1: I turn into a vampyre, which equals a monster in just about any human's mind. Choice Number 2: My body rejects the Change and I die. Forever.
So the good news is that I wouldn't have to take the geometry test tomorrow.
The bad news was that I'd have to move into the House of Night, a private boarding school in Tulsa's Midtown, known by all my friends as the Vampyre Finishing School, where I would spend the next four years going through bizarre and unnameable physical changes, as well as a total and permanent life shake-up. And that's only if the whole process didn't kill me.
Great. I didn't want to do either. I just wanted to attempt to be normal, despite the burden of my mega-conservative parents, my troll-like younger brother, and my oh-so-perfect older sister. I wanted to pass geometry. I wanted to keep my grades up so that I could get accepted into the veterinary college at OSU and get out of Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. But most of all, I wanted to fit in—at least at school. Home had become hopeless, so all I was left with were my friends and my life away from my family.
Now that was being taken away from me, too.
I rubbed my forehead and then messed with my hair until it semi-covered my eyes, and, with any luck, the mark that had appeared above them. Keeping my head ducked down, like I was fascinated with the goo that had somehow formed in my purse, I hurried toward the door that led to the student parking lot.
But I stopped short of going outside. Through the side-by-side windows in the institutional-looking doors I could see Heath. Girls flocked around him, posing and flipping their hair, while guys revved ridiculously big pickup trucks and tried (but mostly failed) to look cool. Doesn't it figure that I would choose that to be attracted to? No, to be fair to myself I should remember that Heath used to be incredibly sweet, and even now he had his moments. Mostly when he bothered to be sober.
High-pitched girl giggles flitted to me from the parking lot. Great. Kathy Richter, the biggest ho in school, was pretending to smack Heath. Even from where I was standing it was obvious she thought hitting him was some kind of mating ritual. As usual, clueless Heath was just standing there grinning. Well, hell, my day just wasn't going to get any better. And there sat my robin's egg-blue 1966 VW Bug right in the middle of them. No. I couldn't go out there. I couldn't walk into the middle of all of them with this thing on my forehead. I'd never be able to be part of them again. I already knew too well what they'd do. I remembered the last kid a Tracker had Chosen at SIHS.
It happened at the beginning of the school year last year. The Tracker had come before school started and had targeted the kid as he was walking to his first hour. I didn't see the Tracker, but I did see the kid afterward, for just a second, after he dropped his books and ran out of the building, his new Mark glowing on his pale forehead and tears washing down his too white cheeks. I never forgot how crowded the halls had been that morning, and how everyone had backed away from him like he had the plague as he rushed to escape out the front doors of the school. I had been one of those kids who had backed out of his way and stared, even though I'd felt really sorry for him. I just hadn't wanted to be labeled as that-one-girl-who's-friends-with-those-freaks. Sort of ironic now, isn't it?
Instead of going to my car I headed for the nearest restroom, which was, thankfully, empty. There were three stalls—yes, I double-checked each for feet. On one wall were two sinks, over which hung two medium-sized mirrors. Across from the sinks the opposite wall was covered with a huge mirror that had a ledge below it for holding brushes and makeup and whatnot. I put my purse and my geometry book on the ledge, took a deep breath, and in one motion lifted my head and brushed back my hair.
It was like staring into the face of a familiar stranger. You know, that person you see in a crowd and swear you know, but you really don't? Now she was me—the familiar stranger.
She had my eyes. They were the same hazel color that could never decide whether it wanted to be green or brown, but my eyes had never been that big and round. Or had they? She had my hair—long and straight and almost as dark as my grandma's had been before hers had begun to turn silver. The stranger had my high cheekbones, long, strong nose, and wide mouth—more features from my grandma and her Cherokee ancestors. But my face had never been that pale. I'd always been olive-ish, much darker skinned than anyone else in my family. But maybe it wasn't that my skin was suddenly so white . . . maybe it just looked pale in comparison to the dark blue outline of the crescent moon that was perfectly positioned in the middle of my forehead. Or maybe it was the horrid fluorescent lighting. I hoped it was the lighting.
I stared at the exotic-looking tattoo. Mixed with my strong Cherokee features it seemed to brand me with a mark of wildness . . . as if I belonged to ancient times when the world was bigger . . . more barbaric.
From this day on my life would never be the same. And for a moment—just an instant—I forgot about the horror of not belonging and felt a shocking burst of pleasure, while deep inside of me the blood of my grandmother's people rejoiced.
Copyright © 2007 by P. C. Cast and Kristin Cast. All rights reserved.
This series is a mash-up of Harry Potter and Twilight.
I'll start off with the good things first: This book flows very quickly and is not a bad read, if you can ignore the obvious "similarities" to the Harry Potter and Twilight series.
This book obviously steals from the Harry Potter series in many ways.
1) Both main characters are off to live at a school that they did not know they would be going to a few days previous.
2) Both main characters are powerful and the magnet for gossip at said new school.
3) Both main characters develope a close circle of friends that would do anything (such as allow bodily harm to themselves) to help out the main character.
4) Both main characters have a huge "Hero complex"
5) Both main characters feel unwanted in their home and more at home at their new school.
6) Both main characters have a classmate that, upon meeting said classmate, absolutely hate them, but then later on kinda feel sorry for them because their parents are horrible.
7) Both main characters are their respective school head's favorite student.
8) Both main characters always, ALWAYS, feel like this is something that "I need to do on my own."
I'm sure I could go on and on but then I wouldn't have any room for the Twilight stuff.
1) Both main characters are girls who do not feel like they should listen to common and sense and because of such always wind up in horrible situations.
2) Both main characters lead on a number of boys because of their own selfishness and complete lack of being able to make up their mind.
3) Both main characters create a very powerful bond with at least one of said boys
4) Both main characters feel like they just can't tell someone something important.
5) The change is genetic for the werewolves in Twilight and for the vamp"y"res (retarded way to spell it, just stick with what has worked) in House of Night. It is also associated with a short sickness.
6) Being changed could kill the person being changed.
There are things that are different and it is not a bad book, but it does feel very much like a cheap rip off of the two much better books. Neither Twilight nor House of Night hold a flame to the Harry Potter series, which is written so much better than those two that it's not even funny. This series is written well in its 16 year old girl first person and has some good excitement and laughs. Overall, it's just not top notch.
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Posted December 22, 2009
I have read all of these books so far (except the one not out yet obviously). These books are the first books that I have read in a very long time that had me on the edge of my seat. I was captivated from the very beginning. I love the characters and the way they seem to catch your attention. I love the way that in all these books you don't know who you want to root for.They all have the ability to make you love them then hate them then fall in love with them again. I absolutly love these books. I would recommend these to anyone who wants a great read!! I hope there will be many many more!!
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This book was recommended to me because of how much I enjoyed the Twilight series. I was excited to begin the series, but was quickly regretting it. I had a hard time getting into this book, as it was clearly written for a younger audience. I realize that Twilight was as well, but I wasn't reminded of it while reading as I was with this book. However, about 2/3 through the book, the plot picked up and the maturity level didn't bother me as much b/c I was engrossed in the story. I couldn't wait to begin Betrayed, and read it in one day. Now I'm on to Chosen...hope they continue as they are.
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I highly recommend this series to anyone. I bought the first one on my own and the second, third, and fourth books were presents. I finished all of them within a day, and I could not put them down! I'm eargerly awaiting the rest of the series. This is a must read!!
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Ok, maybe not the worst book ever written...because I haven't read all of them. The writing was weak, the story even worse, and don't even get me started on the characters. Also, fellow Twilight fans, don't be fooled by the books description. This is not about vampires, its more about witches who call themselves vampires. Oh and if you're a person of faith, I would put this back on the bookshelf.
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Posted September 26, 2009
I wanted to like this book but I just couldn't. While I thought the plot and characters had potential, I got tired of the cliches and bored by how one dimensional the characters ultimately were.
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Posted June 25, 2009
In my opinion, this book is full of cliches from the beginning because it has vampires in it. The vampire has been shoved in nearly every YA series these days, and it's so stretched from its original lore the only similarity to what a vampire is defined as is blood drinking, and of course blood lust.
Besides that, this book is also quite childish with its characters personalities and settings. I found that most of the characters, especially the adults, could for some reason not think beyond the level of a pubescent fourteen-year-old girl. Zoey's parents and headmistress do not act like adults at all, and it truly takes something away from the book to have such immature characters. The school is just like regular school at night, which sounds more like a stupid fantasy than something novel-worthy. And the "villain" in this book is so tiresomely stereotypical that it seemed as if the authors were quoting her lines from an 80's High School movie.
The main character's narration is written in a very awful manner, like the authors were trying a bit too hard. It was obvious where the P.C. wrote, and where her daughter took over with "teen talk". Zoey is also quite selfish and rude, the best examples being where she yells at a friend for wanting to date a guy she was trying to get out of a relationship with, and sinking to the level of our 80's movie 'mean girl'.
There's not many hardships in the book for our character, because she manages to succeed in getting what she wants at the end--that being the fall of the mean girl--without as many problems as she would realistically encounter. Everyone wholeheartedly believes and loves her, making this book a bit too satisfying for the character. Where's her struggle? This book is also extremely insulting to Catholicism. I am not at all a religious person, but I know many nice people who are, and I believe this book represents them wrong. Not every person who believes in Catholicism is a bible-thumper who tries to spoon their beliefs down your throat and won't accept the fact other people have different opinions. Most of them have been gone since the Crusades.
This book has brought vampires to the level of a schoolgirl's daydream, full of super awesome teachers, hot guys, and a place that's just like the regular high school we all know and love, just with some blood lust. It's awful, and I had a difficult time getting through it.
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Posted March 13, 2009
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The book is a series killer! It made me want to read the whole series! It's relatable, fun, hilarious, and cute! There's friends, and enemies. Drama, love, comedy, and more all in one over 300 page book! Enjoy it, because I know you love vampires!
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Posted February 5, 2009
Being a 14 year old girl, I really enjoy female teen fiction, but this is ridiculous. I picked up this book thinking that Zoey would be a smart articulate girl, but I was disappointed to find that she was just another shallow character that authors write about to attract shallow teenage girls. If I had a nickel for every time the author discussed me with these ill developed characters, then I'd have enough money to buy the rights to the book and get a smart, articulate author to re-write it. I couldn't even get halfway through it! It was a library book so I took a sticky note and wrote "I lost five IQ points from reading this book" and put it on the cover page. Definitely a waste of time.
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Posted December 21, 2009
I forced myself to get through this book. I was looking for a quick, new book to read, so I didn't really expect it to be anything profound, but I thought it would be at least entertaining. I was definitely wrong. Within the first pages she's already a "vampyre", there was no depth at all to this book. The characters were very shallow, making teens seem stupid, using the word "poopie". I felt as though the authors were trying too hard to be "hip" and "with the times". Was the daughter telling her mother "Oh this is how teens talk these days! Put that!". Very poorly written and cliche.
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I was utterly confused with this book, first of all the writing was worse then Twilight and Twilight were just bearable because of the plot but then the character development was disgusting. What teenage girl says the f*** word and then poopy! Come on! It was boring. I hated that Vampirism became some kind of pagan cult. It was so aggrivating that I could not finish the book and I always finish books, even if I don't like them. Maybe I am just getting to old for this nonesense but I like my classic Vampires evil but sexy. If you want a real vampire book read Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles.
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Good book I think I was just so eager to read it like everyone else because Its a series and curiosity kills. I love Fallen Angel too puts you in that craze.. would prefer it over this book , just my opinion. This is a good read too.
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Posted June 16, 2009
This could have possibly had a good plot, but the way it was carried out wasn't good. Not only was it poorly written, but it was predictable and the characters were all shallow. I do not reccommend it to anyone, and wish I could get the little time I took to read it back.
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Posted March 12, 2009
I was a big fan of the Twilight series even though it is considered a teen book and I am 24. So I saw this House of Night series recommended by many who read the Twilight series as well. Although it is another teen series I thought I would give it a try anyways. I mean I read Twilight and I loved it.
This book, althought I thought it would be hard to do, was very original in a seperate way from the other vampire series I read and loved. In a sense I like this one a whole lot better because it really gets you involved and intreged. It is beyond creative and just .. wonderful. I am a big reader and I love, love, love this series!
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Posted May 24, 2010
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I am a huge fan of teen fiction. Having read so many teen fantasy books and series's, i can honestly say this one was one of the worst. I couldn't even get past the first four chapters without getting fed up and putting it down. (I did go back and force myself finish it eventually.)
If you're going to read this, have low expectations. The writing style sounded absurdly childish and the entire story was a giant cliche. It was predictable and un-witty. If you're looking for an intriguing fantasy novel, with funny and irresistible characters, look elsewhere.
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Posted July 1, 2009
I'm in the middle of reading this book and so far, I have thoroughly enjoyed the thrill and adverture of the storyline. At first, though, I have to admit that the book jumped in really quockly for my tase but it has now slowed down to a nice pace that makes the book more enjoyable. The only real problem I have with this book is that at every turn the writer bashes the "People of Faith" who we all know refers to Christians in the real world. I have no problem with others having their opinions about other people but I rather not have those opinions slammed into my face repeatedly, escpically when reading a book.
Either way, this book is overall enjoyable and a great read for anyone who was into the Harry Potter, Twilight, and Maximum Ride series (like I am :D)
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Posted November 29, 2008
Did anybody else notice the stark correlations between the characters in this book and Harry Potter? As far as I can tell, here is the break down:<BR/><BR/>Zoe=Harry (main character, even has a "special" mark on the forehead)<BR/>Stevie Rae=Ron (the friend)<BR/>Damien=Hermoine (the smart one)<BR/>Twins (Shauna and Erin)= Weasley Twins<BR/>Aphrodite=Draco Malfoy<BR/>Three Cronies=Friends of Malfoy (I don't remember their names)<BR/>Nyx/Neferet=Dumbledore/McGonagall<BR/>Nala=Hedwig<BR/>House of Night=Hogwarts<BR/>Zoe's Parents =Dursleys (uncaring, disapproving)<BR/>Vampires/Humans=Wizards/Muggles<BR/><BR/>and I'm sure there's more...<BR/><BR/>Granted, I have only read the first one and I know there are a lot of differences as well, but the similarities are a bit striking.
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Posted January 16, 2009
I didn't like like Marked at all..but once I start reading a book I force myself to finish it. It's written from Zoey's POV, which is okay..but the book is plasteredwith lessons to be learned like only gross people smoke, only losers do drugs, only hoes give BJs etc etc. Zoey is a goodiegood which is really annoying. Oh and she also seems to have it all...like a supermegahot star quarterback boyfriend that alll the girls want *eye roll* well at house of night she manages to get the supermegahot theater star that eeeverybody wants.<BR/>she's just too perfect, it's really aggrovating. she gets gifted specially by the Goddess etc etc. My favorite character is the antagonist Aphroditie, she's OMG awesome!! I also really like Stevie Rae. Everyone seems realistic except for Zoey. The Casts have padded her character too much and it throws the rest of the book off. Not a very good first book to a series.
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Posted December 29, 2008
This book had so much "borrowed" material from the awesome Twilight series that I cannot believe Stephenie Meyer hasn't filed a lawsuit. This book had a good story but the poor writing and copy cat material weakened it. The character development was scarce and the verbiage, which was obviously done by the younger Cast, was so annoying it made me wonder if she'd ever taken an English class. This book had so much potential if put in the hands of the right author. I would recommend this if you are looking for a mindless read or are making an attempt to flog yourself with the language of 16 year old shallow, brainless girls.
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Posted June 3, 2008
One of my friends offered me her copy of this book to read because she knows of my vampire-book collection and, frankly, I wish she hadn't. This book started off slow and dragged on. The vampires in this novel were boring and the plot went everywhere but forward. And I completely disagree with another reviewer, that 'guy' could never compare to Edward Cullen, from Twilight. Needless to say--I gave my friend her book back after I forced myself to finish it. I would not put that book in my collection.
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