The Mortal Instruments: City of Ashes (Book Two) by Cassandra Clare.
Young Adult Urban Fantasy Rating: 4/5
Please don’t read this if you haven’t read the first book! I dunno how much I will spoil, but I know I hate it when I hear absolutely anything that may have been a secret. If you decide not to listen to me, at least read my review of the first book, so this one makes more sense.
In the last book, Clary’s mother, Jocelyn was kidnapped by Valentine, and remains in a magic-induced coma, we find out about The Circle and Valentine’s plans of genocide and world domination (haha), Clary learns some shocking truths about herself and her *gasp* brother, and basically, we’ve barely scraped the top of this drama.
Somebody (I’ve no idea who…) has begun killing downworlder children and draining their blood, Jace has some unfortunate complications with his living in the Institute, and Clary has some nasty-incestual thoughts.
There isn’t much to say about this book that I haven’t already said about the first, Jace and Simon are fun, and whatever is going down between Alec and Magnus is totally ship-worthy (they are my OTP), the writing quality is the same - slightly immature maybe, but the hilarity of the dialogue compensates - but by the time you’ve finished the first book, you’re too absorbed in the drama to be as critical as you first were* (as I first was).
OH and then Clary has to go and become so super fucking special which just makes me dislike her more. Why does she deserve that!? Why can’t Isabelle be the main character with crazy powers? I like Isabelle. I also like Simon. And then I’m forced to like Clary more because Yayyy! She saved the dayyyy…
I don’t see the point of writing much anyway, if you weren’t intrigued by my first review, there’s no point starting with the second book. And I’m too terrified to go looking for pretty fanart after searching “TMI” *shudders*
Go play on Miss Clare’s tumblr.
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*Note my use of second person point of view - you don’t see that often. WOW :O