Book Review: City of Bones by Cassandra Clare
Note from Rebekah: I’m trying out a new review ‘format’, because I just don’t have the time to spend hours writing a review for each book I read. So, I’m putting some limits on myself, and hopefully this will work out okay. If you have any feedback for ME about the review, please don’t hesitate to share!
Genre & Length: Young Adult/Paranormal, 512 pages
When fifteen-year-old Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder — much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Then the body disappears into thin air. It’s hard to call the police when the murderers are invisible to everyone else and when there is nothing — not even a smear of blood — to show that a boy has died. Or was he a boy?
This is Clary’s first meeting with the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. It’s also her first encounter with Jace, a Shadowhunter who looks a little like an angel and acts a lot like a jerk. Within twenty-four hours Clary is pulled into Jace’s world with a vengeance, when her mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know. . . .
Exotic and gritty, exhilarating and utterly gripping, Cassandra Clare’s ferociously entertaining fantasy takes readers on a wild ride that they will never want to end.
Plot: I loved the idea of the plot. And then I started reading. The only thing I loved was the Silent Brothers . . . and they had two scenes.
Pacing: Good grief, this book would never end. It dragged on and on and on, and every time I checked where I was at in it, I would go “How are the X amount of pages still left?” 30% of this book could have been cut, and the pacing would have been sooooo much better.
It’s not about how many words you use, writers. It’s about how well you use them.
Writing Style: Um . . . yeah. I can’t pinpoint why I didn’t like her writing, but I think it was a lot of little things rather than one core problem with it. I just know I couldn’t connect with any of the characters, and I was so very bored.
There were too many characters that Clare was trying to get us attached to, though. Too many personal issues for each of them – too many little things that happen. Yes, you need little things, but you shouldn’t have so many that it detracts from the plot.
At one point, I even wondered if there was a real plot.
Would I read this book again: Nope. This was almost a “could not finish” book. I wanted to chuck it across the room half-way through.