We are halfway through this fucking book. HOW IS THIS FUCKING POSSIBLE. THERE HAS BEEN NO PLOT. NO PLOT WHATSOEVER. I don't. I just. I can't.
I should also point out that I'm loopy on cold medicine ATM so I make no promises about coherancy. (valuable lesson: Cons=colds)
The first paragraph is kind of a thing of beauty:
Philly was a pretty city, what little I’d seen of it. The visit so far had consisted of the airport and the hotel room and some amazing sex. We could have been anywhere. The cemetery reminded me that the city was in one of the thirteen original colonies. It was old, that cemetery. It breathed its age and the age of its dead. Breathed it along my skin the moment we stepped out of Fox’s car. Once, a cemetery this old would have been peaceful for me. Too old to have ghosts, maybe a few shivery spots if you walked directly over a grave, but mostly the dead here would be inert, earth to earth, dust to dust, and all that. But now the dead called to me, even through my shielding.One of the comp rules I'm bad about remembering is that paragraphs ought to be about one thing. Sentences are one to two thoughts per, paragraphs get to rock a central theme like cookies or alligators. This is a loose rule, but it's one that should be observed once in a while. So here we have "Philly is pretty". Okay. "I've been screwing too much to pay attention." Well, that's alright...but is it just me, or do we not exactly segue into "this is an old fucking cematary" as much as we do plow into it face first with no warning beforehand?
(I'm also mean enough to think that the only parts of Philly we see are a hotel room, an airport, this cemetary and a hospital are because LKH had never been there and didn't want to blow money on a guide book. But that's just me)
"Breathed" is the wrong word choice IMHO. I'd also really like an explination on why the cemetary is too old to have ghosts, which is something we never get.
Anita plays with the tombstones for a minute, then stops suddenly. Franklin walks into her and freaks out, revealing that he's got some kind of power. This will never become important for this book. I know, because I just read the whole damn thing. Fox asks her what's wrong and she lies so that Frank doesn't get uncovered as psychic or whatever.
She continues playing with the graves on a psychic level until Franklin almost loses it, and then Micah points out that she's losing control of her power tonight. Am I the only person who misses the days when Antia had her shit together? Because she was really cool back then. Micah also points out that 1. she should not add death magic to her power tonight, so no killing chickens and 2. she probably shouldn't use her blood at all, so he'll volunteer. Otherwise she might wind up raising the entire graveyard. Anita agrees with all of this, and wanders off after Fox and Franklin. And that's the end of the chapter.
I'd do more, but in all honesty I don't want to kill this book any sooner than I'd need to.