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Series: Timeless #1
Rating: 1 of 5 stars/DNF
Gabriella’s past is a mystery, but that never stopped her from achieving her goals. As a supernatural specialist, and far more intelligent than anyone her age, she has always been ignored by her peers. Because of the isolation she has always felt, she put her life and soul into her job. Being a supernatural specialist hasn’t given her the divine intervention she always longed for, until one day a shipment arrives from Italy containing three dead bodies with an uncanny ability to regenerate. Gabriella is frightened and intrigued, but not as scared as she becomes when a dark creature attacks her.
As the bodies come back to life, the plot takes an unexpected twist that you won’t see coming. The supernatural world only begins to unfold before her as angels appear, her dreams start to haunt her, and the very past she has forgotten comes back with startling clarity. Romance blooms, escape plans are made, an assassin is out to kill her, and death is only around the corner. But what is more terrifying than all of it is the fact she is the chosen one, the Illuminator, the one who will save them all.
God, I’ve DNFed more books this year alone (it’s April) than I have prolly my whole reading career.
I really, really, really, really, REALLY wanted to like this. For the first, maybe, 100 pages or so, I did. Maybe it was only because I had tried my hardest to get invested in Carnival of Souls just to be met with utter failure and had used Shadow of the Sun as a rebound. Maybe it was because the first scene involved the narrator being a total bitch to her assistant in a manner that had me convinced she was, in fact, a man. Maybe it was the usual case of me being a total sucker for any mention of angel. Who knows?
Whatever the reason, it didn’t keep me interested enough to power through this drivel. I don’t even know what went wrong, but I suspect that’s this novel’s biggest issue with me–there isn’t one memorable aspect of Shadow of the Sun. Not a single one. And there’s quite a bit goin on 200 pages in… the FBI, for one. And some self-regenerating angels. And a council of higher-echelon angels. And a demon (?) thing with black skin. But I can’t for the life of me recall anything with any degree of specificity.
So, no. I give up. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, but my conviction is renewed since having spent the wee hours of the morning trying to stay awake by combing through my intimidating list of books I wanna read:
I don’t have time to waste on books I don’t like much less can’t finish.
The way I look at it, I just knocked off like 5 books from my TBR shelf by adding the rest of this series to my DNR shelf (cleverly disguised as “nah playa that shit ain’t me”). Less for me to worry about! Not that I’m not disappointed I didn’t enjoy this one more. I had hoped to. But alas, in the words of Collie Budz, ya gotta to keep movin’ on.