There is a reason that all of the best authors have studied literature and social sciences, have graduated from some form of higher education, and have all experienced life in such a way that allows them to understand said life. What has Miss Atwater-Rhodes done? Spent a lot of time sitting on her ass, then used nepitism to get herself all published and famous and such? I think that the reason her human element is so lacking (Okay, it sucks) is because as the child was only about thirteen or something like that when she wrote her first book, In the Forests of the Night, she has never had a solid social life and thus she's got no fucking clue how real people behave and how real people think. Goddamn, Amelia, get a fucking life! Stop throwing your head spewage all over the place, and let us set the bar for teenage literature above fanfiction again!

The single 'Ray of light' figure in the book is a weakling who either looks mournfully at people from across the room or runs away. All bit characters in the book are flat, shallow stereotypes. Jessica is so bloody perfect that it leaves no doubt she is a Mary Sue (For God's sake, she is the poorly disguised author of the same fucking book Atwater-Rhodes herself wrote!), except for the fact that she is a massive bitch and all throughout the book I wanted to beat her to a bloody pulp with her fucking laptop. The book would have been okay if not for the fact that Atwater-Rhodes is asking us to identify with a massive bitch that never once thinks of those around her, and in the end is rewarded and coddled by everyone for her bitchiness. What the fuck? Can you even imagine if Atwater-Rhodes's sick escapist fantasy was our real world? Oh . . . never mind.

Demon in My View is profoundly shallow, with big revelations taking no effort or time at all and the characters are egotistical bitches who talk in warped, stilted ways. There is almost nothing original in it, as more than one vampire is recognizable as some other bloodsucking icon (Fala=Akasha?), and the writing style is akin to when one is learning descriptive writing for the first time, and you think you have it, but you don't. You really don't. Jessica's 'Everyone hates me and I don't know why but I KNOW it has nothing to do with what a bitch I and so they are stupid daemons with the a and I am just poor bitchy old me sympathy me hate them nyah nyah nyah' attitude REALLY got on my nerves after a while, and so did Alex/Aubrey's overt evil sexiness being the epitome of all character analysis in the whole damn thing.

I only made it through half of In the Forests of the Night. Now I really don't think I will bother.

-- Billycan