Montag, 29. Juli 2013

Rezi #53: Abgeschnitten von Fitzek und Tsokos

Eeeendlich hab ich das Buch fertig gelesen, hier  nun meine Rezi!! :D

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Rechtsmediziner Paul Herzfeld, Spezialist für Gewaltverbrechen, findet im Kopf einer monströs zugerichteten Leiche die Telefonnummer seiner Tochter. Hannah wurde verschleppt - und für Herzfeld beginnt eine perverse Schnitzeljagd. Denn der psychopathische Entführer hat eine weitere Leich auf Helgoland mit präpariert. [...] (Ein) Wettlauf gegen die Zeit beginnt.
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Cover
Das Cover ist wirklich toll gemacht! Diese Rasierklinge, die ausschaut, als ob sie im Cover stecken würde. Find ich toll! <3 Was ich auch super gemacht finde sind erstens die hochglänzenden Buchstaben und dann noch die Telefonnummer, die vorne drauf ist. Die hab ich bestimmt schon 5 Mal angerufen, einfach weil ich die Idee genial finde!! :D

Inhalt
Wow das Buch ist soo unglaublich spannend! Es geht von einem Hoch ins nächste und man kommt aus der Spannung gar nicht mehr raus! Ich liebe es in Thrillern, wenn es Details zu bestimmten pathologischen Vorgängen und Abläufen gibt, denn Linda musste ja von Herzfeld zu allerlei Dingen angeleitet werden, wovon sie als Nicht-Pathologin keine Ahnung hat. Da wurde dann auch einiges über die Arbeitsweise eines Pathologen geschildert, wo man ja sonst nicht so wirklich einen Einblick bekommt.
Die Handlungsstränge, die im Buch miteinander verwebt sind, sind zwar schon komplex, jedoch haben Herr Fitzek und Herr Tsokos die Gabe alles wieder logisch zusammen zu führen, was am Anfang gar keinen Sinn gemacht hat, bzw keinen Zusammenhang hatte.
Es gibt viel Blut, Innereien, Pfähle in Aftern und mehr.... *urgs*... Soo bildlich beschrieben, dass ich sogar das Gefühl hatte, die Gerüche in der Nase zu haben und glaubt mir... das waren keine Rosen, die ich da gerochen habe.^^
(Ich schreibe mit Absicht nicht detailiert über den Inhalt, weil ich glaube, dass ich meine Gedanken gar nicht angemessen genug ausdrücken könnte, denn ich bin noch immer völlig geflasht. Aber ich kann sagen, dass ich nichts im Buch störend empfand, es hat einfach alles gepasst.. ♥)... BTW.. hahaha soo geniale Ideen in, um und mit dem Buch! Erst die Telefonnummer plus Anrufbeantworter-Nachrichten auf dem Cover und dann der Autopsiebericht am Ende des Buches für das Buch! xDDD Also wer auch immer auf die Ideen gekommen ist, dem sollte noch einmal extra gedankt werden! *0*

Charaktere
Paul Herzfeld ~ Ach, ich finde den Pathologen richtig sympatisch muss ich sagen, und ich würde mich darüber freuen, mehr über ihn zu lesen aus der Feder der beiden neidisch-machend talentierten Autoren. :)
Linda ~ Ich glaube an Lindas Stelle wäre ich noch paranoider.. x'D kann daran liegen, dass ich an sich überall ein Knacken höre, wo keines ist... x'D
Ingo ~ hmm.. ich glaube Ingo ist ein netter Kerl, aber nicht offenkundig sympathisch.... na ja, man muss nicht jeden auf Anhieb mögen.. xD Vielleicht irgendwann.
Ender ~ pahahahahahaha.... xDDDD Der Kerl ist genial! Mehr kann ich nicht sagen, haha. Einfach nur genial! :D

Schreibstil
Der Schreibstil ist flüssig und man rauscht durch das Buch. Man kann sich alles bildlich vorstellen.... manchmal ist das gut, manchmal weniger.. xDD Aber nur weil es riiiichtig blutig und eklig ist an manchen Stellen. hihi

Fazit
Also ich weiß nicht, wie ich das mache immer so gute Bücher zu greifen (das hier hab ich übrigens bei Buchgesichter.de gewonnen :D), denn ich kann sagen, dass "Abgeschnitten" auf jeden Fall dazu gehört. Einfallsreich, viele Wendungen, Blut, Mörder, tolle Charaktere, Blut, eklige Gerücke, psychisch kaputte Menschen und Blut. Also wenn das nicht 5 von 5 Sterne wert ist, weiß ich auch nicht. :)


Samstag, 27. Juli 2013

Blog tour: Armored Hearts by Melissa Turner Lee & Pauline Creeden

DELUXE Blog Tour
July 1, 2013 – July 31, 2013
For
Armored Hearts
By: Melissa Turner Lee & Pauline Creeden

Cover art by Marcy Rachel Designs
Model Photographer: WinterWolf Studios

Book Description





When a crippled young lord rescues a girl falling from a tree, it reveals a secret about himself and his mother's side of the family that could put him at the center of a war with beings he thought only existed in fairy tales.
Tristan Gareth Smyth lived his entire life stuck at home at Waverly Park and left behind while his Grandfather makes trips to London, all because of his blasted wheelchair.
Then an American heiress falls in his lap, literally, and he must find a way to keep her at a distance to protect not only his secret, but everyone around him from an assassin sent to kill him.

*This is an exciting collaboration between a Steampunk writer and a Paranormal Romance author. Together we are blending the two cultures as seamlessly as possible so that fans of both genre will love what we’ve come up with.*


Authors:

Melissa Turner Lee holds a BA in Communications with a concentration in Journalism from the University of South Carolina. She has studied fiction writing since 2008, attending various writing conferences and workshops, along with guidance from professional writing coaches. She resides in Spartanburg, SC with her husband and 3 sons.
Twitter: @MelissaTLee1975

Pauline CreedenPauline Creeden is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy. In her fiction, she creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long.
Twitter: @P_Creeden






Excerpt
Twelve-year-old Tristan Gareth Smyth gripped the armrests of his wheelchair and said, “This will do. I can make it the rest of the way on my own from here.”
His eyes trained up the landmark tree and he had that feeling again. The vapor of a memory, maybe a dream. He always had that feeling when he looked up at the broad branches of this particular oak. Then he remembered who he was talking to and his face hardened.
The new maid, Sarah, with her strong Scottish burr, patted him on the shoulder. Gareth refused to look at her. He stared down at his knee pants instead. “Are ye sure ye will be alright? I do na mind walking with ye the rest of the way to Mr. Strong’s house.”
Gareth clenched his hands into fists. “I’ll be fine.”
“Too bad he didn’t like coming out to the manor. Remember how green Mr. Strong got when he choked on my spice cake that day and ran off.” She laughed but tried to cover it with a cough. “I thought that would be the end of ’im but he worked it out with yer grandfather to instruct ye in town. Funny, my spice didn’t bother the rest of ye.”
She bent down in front of Gareth, attempting to make eye contact. “There are lots of children in this section of town. Ye might try making friends with ’em.”
Gareth turned away and clenched his jaw. Children never wanted to make friends with him. The chair made them uncomfortable. And what did he care anyway? He attempted to give her as stern a look as his grandfather would. “I know the way from here, and I won’t be late. You can go on to market, now.”
The breeze picked up and blew wisps of red hair into the woman’s round face. She smiled. Was she making fun of him? “Oh, it’s such a pretty day. This fresh air will do ye good, for certain.”
Gareth scowled.
She patted her hands on her knees and stood straight again. “Well then, I’ll leave ye to it. I’ve got to run off to the baker’s. Be sure to get to Mr. Strong’s in a timely manner. Though I think yer old governess was doing a fine job. Not sure why ye need Mr. Strong. But I guess it’s none of my concern.”
She was a servant, in uniform, and he was a future lord. Following his instruction was her duty. She and her husband, Thompton had been employed by his grandfather only six months. They might find themselves out of work and heading back to Scotland, if she kept voicing that sort of opinion.
No, Gareth could never really get them fired. But he’d make her think he would. He shook his head in the same disapproving manner he’d seen his grandfather use.
The sunlight played in the golden highlights of the woman’s ruby hair. Although her green eyes twinkled, she continued to voice her cutting opinion. She placed one hand on his shoulder. “It’s not being stuck in this chair that keeps ye lonely. It’s yer surly attitude.”
Gareth couldn’t help but let his face scrunch a little. He crossed his arms and turned his face from her.
Her accent was thick and melodic, familiar in a way. His mother had been Scottish though he hardly remembered her. Still, Gareth kept his pout in place. The truth was, he didn’t know how to relate to others. Even people who could feel at ease talking to perfect strangers stammered or spoke quickly to him and walked away. The wheelchair did more than keep him from playing.
She straightened the collar of his waistcoat. “Look, there’s a little girl coming now. She looks to be about Tabitha’s age. Maybe a wee bit older.”
He did glance then, but just under his lashes, not to give the impression that he cared. Easier to act like he didn’t care than to show he truly did. He refused to give anyone more reason to feel sorry for him. No one pities an angry person.
He missed Tabitha…Tabitha Fitzgerald, Lord Gerald Smyth’s bastard daughter. But ward was her polite title. At five years old, she was the only person he allowed to get close. Maybe it was the way she climbed up in his lap, never caring about the wheelchair. She didn’t see it when she looked at him, she only saw Gareth.
He never spoke to Tabitha about who her parents really were, but she knew. For some reason, servants believed children to be both deaf and dumb, and gossiped openly around them. That’s how Gareth knew the truth about his own mother. He was told she died, but he’d overheard the maids say she had run back home to Scotland and how they didn’t blame her. It’s also how he’d learned the truth of his own father’s death—shot by his mistress’s jealous husband.
“I’m heading off. I’ll be sure to get ye a sweet roll for later.”
Gareth only grunted in response.
When the maid turned away, Gareth allowed himself to watch the little girl play. Her hair was a darker blonde than Tabitha’s and had streaks of amber. She looked to be a bit taller, too, as she ran around in a green day dress and stockings. She pushed a hoop along until she reached the tree. Once there she looked both ways. Her eyes met Gareth’s and, for a moment, he was tempted to turn away to keep her from doing it first. Instead, she smiled broadly and beckoned him closer.
Gareth wheeled his chair to the tree trunk, his curiosity getting the better of him. The girl dropped the hoop on the ground and took hold of the lowest branch. She whispered in an accent he didn’t recognize, “Keep watch for me, and call out if you see anyone coming.”
His chin tucked in and his eyes grew wide. She took it as assent, and nodded, starting her climb. She was spirited like Tabitha. The thought of being able to climb a tree at all pricked at Gareth’s heart. He would never get to climb a tree.
Again he took on the expression of being bored. No one needed to know he was jealous of the girl. Gareth made a habit of never owning his true feelings. It was his protective covering. With his lids half closed, he tried not to watch the girl or keep an eye out for anyone else’s approach. Without his permission, his gaze returned to the girl’s powder white limbs as she climbed higher than most children did.
Soon she was too high up.
Gareth adjusted himself in his seat, his eyes darting around. Instead of keeping lookout, he hoped for some adult to show up and tell the girl to come down.
The girl called down in a harsh whisper.“Look! Watch this.”
She scooted out on a limb, making her way to a bird’s nest. The limb wobbled as she got closer to the end.
He was about to call out a warning to her when it was too late. The branch snapped. The little girl was falling with barely a squeal.
All Gareth could think was that he needed to do something. It was then he noticed he was rushing towards her. He wasn’t sure how he was moving his wheelchair and catching her but he did. Her giant brown eyes grew as he held her. Then she looked about and her eyes became wider. He swallowed hard and stared at the ground several feet away.
In a rush, he placed the girl on the grass and flew back to his chair. His heart still pounded in his ears as he sat. He tried to mask his confusion as he masked all other uncomfortable emotions, but it wasn’t working. The girl stared at him, but said nothing as a dark haired woman rushed toward her.
“Sweeting, are you ok?” The woman swept the girl up into her arms. “I got here as fast as I could. I can’t believe you did that. I thought I told you not to climb that tree.”
She put the girl back down and looked her over, grabbing her head and looking for a sign of injury. “Aren’t you hurt at all? I saw you falling from the window upstairs.”
The girl shook her head too quickly, like she was still in shock.
“Come on back to the house,” the pinch-faced woman snapped, ushering the little girl away.
The girl yanked her hand free of the woman’s grasp and rushed back to Gareth. She placed an object in his hand and kissed his cheek.
“You were amazing,” she whispered and turned back to the woman who called out her name.
Gareth’s cheeks burned. What did the woman say the girl’s name was? He didn’t hear with the blood rushing to his ear drums. Jessie? Jenny?
The woman scolded the girl as she returned to her. “What did you do? Where are your manners? You don’t talk to cripples. Best to act like you don’t see them at all.”
The words struck Gareth like a bucket of cold water. But he let it slide off him as he thought about the fact that he had flown. He watched after the girl as her dark eyes stared back. His mind was muddled at what had happened. The muscles in his face hardened and he glared at the woman’s back as they retreated.
Shaking his head, he remembered he was supposed to be heading to Mr. Strong’s house. He pushed on the wheels of his chair down the road again. He’d forgotten he was holding something, and nearly dropped it. The small, pale blue-green stone had a few dark wrinkles, but almost looked like a robin’s egg. He put it to his nose. Flowers. It smelled just like the girl.
Gareth was so caught up in staring at how tiny the stone was in his palm, he’d forgotten all about Mr. Strong until the man called, “Master Tristan, what are you doing out here? You were to report to my house a quarter of an hour ago.”
“I prefer Gareth.” He narrowed his eyes at the pale, feeble man.
Mr. Strong ran a hand through his thin blond hair and smiled, his lips forming a thin line. “Yes, of course.”
Mr. Strong placed himself behind Gareth’s chair and pushed down the lane. “I have an excellent plan for your studies today. I see you’ve brought no supplies from your home, but no matter, I have plenty of paper and pens to practice your lettering…”
Gareth rolled his eyes, knowing Mr. Strong couldn’t see. The man’s cheerful babble continued as he pushed them towards the house past the inn. The stone rolled between Gareth’s fingers, and he remembered the feeling of the girl’s lips on his cheek.


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Montag, 22. Juli 2013

Release Day Blitz: Charmed by Cambria Hebert

OMG... I'm sooo honored and thrilled to be one of the hosts of this release blitz! Cambria is so talented and the covers of her books are so.... ♥ _ ♥.... whooot whoooot
So let's take a look at what Cambria has done this time ♥






Title: Charmed
Series: Death Escorts  NOTE: you do NOT have to read Recalled to understand Charmed. You can just read Charmed. Reading Recalled will give you a little more background info though. 
Author: Cambria Hebert
Release Date: July 22, 2013
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance. ***Note: Due to Sexual content and some language this book is recommended for readers 17+***

Synopsis:
***This is a New Adult book. Due to sexual content and some graphic language this book is recommended for young adults. Mature readers only. 18+ recommended.***

Life or Death? Not many people would choose death. But what if death chooses you? What if death doesn’t mean the end of your life, but the beginning? 
For a Death Escort, death is life. Death is your paycheck. Death is your job.
And Charming is the best Escort the Grim Reaper has ever had.
But when you piss off the Reaper, being the best doesn’t matter. So Charming is assigned a Target who is practically impossible to kill. He knows the Reaper hopes he fails—that he’s counting on it. So Charming vows to prove him wrong. He vows to make the kill.
But someone else vows to get in his way. Someone with a big mouth, a sugar habit, and blond hair. Someone who makes his heart start beating again. 
And so Charming is left holding more than one person’s fate in the palm of his hand. He thought the choice would be easy, that there really wasn’t a question at all. 
He was wrong.

Life or Death?


Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17463583-charmed 

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AUTHOR BIO
Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series, the new adult Death Escorts series, and the new adult Take it Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book. You can find out more about Cambria and her work by visiting http://www.cambriahebert.com[http://www.cambriahebert.com] 


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The paperback would look like that! ♥



Excerpt
Frankie
            Sugar. I needed more of it if I was going to make it through this day. The chocolate croissant and caramel latte I had this morning wasn’t near enough to combat the massive lines, the noise, and disgruntled people that filled the DMV. Whatever in hell made me think that working at the Department of Motor Vehicles, here in Alaska, was a good idea?
            Maybe it was the good pay. Maybe it was because I got weekends off.
            Or maybe it was because I had a moment of temporary insanity that unfortunately coincided with me saying, “I accept,” when I got offered this job.
            Besides the fact that the lines were permanently out the door, the computer systems were temperamental at best, and my boss was a complete broom rider, my stash of chocolate and Sour Patch Kids was empty.
            That meant someone was going to die today.
            I glanced back up at the ninety-year-old woman whose head barely cleared the insanely high counters we stood behind and tried to hold on to my patience. “Mrs. Eldridge,” I said extremely loudly. “Like I told you last week, you have to go and get new glasses before I can renew your driver’s license.”
            “I have new glasses,” she insisted.
            Lord, save me now.
            “You got those ten years ago. You need some from this year.” Or decade I finished silently.
            She shuffled out of the line like a turtle and I took her slowness as a chance to really search beneath my station and chair for a long-lost piece of sugar. Anything. Even a stray jellybean would likely find its way into my blood stream at this point. Of course there was nothing. I briefly considered hiding beneath my desk until five o’clock. My car. I had an emergency stash in my car. I glanced at my watch. I had another hour until I was able to take a fifteen-minute break.
            A pair of black pumps appeared before me and I inwardly groaned. Just what I needed—a run-in with the witch. But instead of being greeted by her condescending, screechy tone, an icy-cold red can appeared before me.
            Hallelujah, praise the Lord, it was caffeine and sugar!
            I snatched the Coke out of her hand and popped the top, taking a large, satisfying chug. The bubbles crowded down my throat, slightly burning, and I took another swallow.
            “I love you,” I murmured to Lela, the girl who worked right beside me.
            She laughed. “I know that look when I see it.” Then she straightened and whispered. “Witch alert.”
            I shot up, my head bumping into the counter on the way. I wanted to shout out in pain, but I clamped my mouth shut, not wanting to draw the attention of my boss, Satan’s assistant.
            I turned back to my line, my eyes colliding with a broad chest. I looked up, and the can slid out of my hand, hitting the floor with a thud while fizzy liquid poured over my favorite boots.
            I didn’t even notice.
            “What the hell are you doing here?” I growled as I looked around for something sharp I could stab him with.
            A thick brow arched. “So is this where you spend your days? As if the DMV isn’t a horrible enough place to visit without the poor people of Alaska having to tolerate you.”
            There wasn’t enough sugar on this planet that would save him. I reached out and picked up the black phone. If I couldn’t bludgeon him to death here at my place of employment, then I could at least call the cops. I began dialing, but he reached over and cut the connection.
            I slammed the phone down on his hand, which was still pressed on the hang-up button. Breath hissed between his teeth and his green eyes shot to mine. “Careful, George, you’re pissing off the wrong man.”
            “My name isn’t George.”
            He shrugged, pulling his hand away from the phone. “When you have a man’s name, does it really matter?”



Samstag, 20. Juli 2013

Rezi #52: Legend von Marie Lu

Eeeeendlich hab ich das Buch gelesen, hab ich es doch schon so lange hier stehen! ♥ Tut mir auch leid, dass ich solange weder etwas Deutsches noch eine Rezi gepostet hab. Momentan sind wieder Prüfungen, aber ich hab jetzt ein paar Tage frei, dann schreib ich meine letzte Prüfung für dieses Semester und dann hab ch wieder ganz viel Zeit für meinen Blog und für euch. :D



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Eine Welt der Unterdrückung. Rachegefühle, die durch falsche Anschuldigungen genährt werden. Und Hass, dem eine grenzenlose Liebe entgegentritt. Dies ist die Geschichte von Day und June. Getrennt sind sie erbitterte Gegner, aber zusammen sind sie eine Legende!

Der unbändige Wunsch nach Rache führt June auf Days Spur. Sie, ausgebildet zum Aufspüren und Töten von Regimegegnern, erschleicht sich sein Vertrauen.
Doch Day, der meistgesuchte Verbrecher der Republik, erweist sich als loyal und selbstlos – angetrieben von einem unerschütterlichen Gerechtigkeitssinn. June beginnt, die Welt durch seine Augen zu sehen. Ist Day tatsächlich der Mörder ihres Bruders?
Fast zu spät erkennt June, dass sie nur eine Spielfigur in einem perfiden, verräterischen Plan ist.

„Fallender Himmel“ ist der erste Band der Legend-Trilogie.
>>> (Quelle: loewe-verlag.de)


Cover
Wie man auf dem Bild sehen kann ist das Cover recht schlicht und man sieht nicht viel mehr darauf, als das Zeichen der Republik. Finde ich nicht schlecht, denn auch mal ein schlichtes ruhiges Cover kann etwas schönes haben. :)


Inhalt
Wow, die Grundidee des Buches ist der Wahnsinn! Zukunft, Überlebensängste, die Unterschiede zwischen Armen und Reichen, Regime das seinen Mitläufern nicht viel besseres antut, als seinen Gegnern und Liebe. Also viel mehr benötigt ein Plot ja nicht um vielversprechend zu sein.
Um ehrlich zu sein hat mich das Buch von Anfang an gefangen und mitgerissen. Es gab so viele Aufs und Abs und ich wurde richtig hinein gesogen. Die sich langsam und dann immer schneller entwickelnde Liebe zwischen Day und June ist soo schön und als sie sich küssen.... *0*... schnufflig. :'D So viele Wendungen... und was da alles in der Republik los ist schlägt ja wohl dem Fass den Boden aus! die sollten mich mal kennenlernen.. x'D^^
Eine einzige Stelle im Buch, macht mich wenn ich nur darüber sinniere schon wieder fertig.... es stirbt eine gaaanz besondere Person... eigentlich drei, aber eins ist schon recht am Anfang und drei ziemlich am Schluss... die Mitte ist mir besonders nah gegangen und ich musste mir ein paar Tränchen verkneifen. Tränchen kamen auch bei Nummer drei, weil er/sie/es mir ans Herz gewachsen war... :'(... Über Nummer eins an sich kann ich nicht viel sagen. Wie gesagt man lernt ihn/sie/es nur am Anfang kurz kennen und dann eben über die Story verteilt ein paar rückentsinnte Erinnerungen die auftauchen und erzählt werden. Das hat mich nicht wirklich berühren können, weil ich die Person nicht gut genug kennenlernen konnte um eine besondere Beziehung aufzubauen.^^ Auch das Ende des Buches ist toll und vielversprechend. Also ich bin ganz heiß darauf den nächsten Band zu lesen!!! :D

Charaktere
June ~ June ist sehr zielstrebig und ehrgeizig. Das finde ich toll. Wie sie über ihren Bruder spricht und denkt ist irgendwie schön, denn so merkt man, dass die beiden eine ganz besondere Beziehung hatten, wo doch ihre Eltern nicht mehr am Leben waren. Ich mag sie und kann mich ein kleines Stück weit mit ihr identifizieren.
Day ~ ... hach... Day... *0*... er ist mutig und würde für seine Familie alles tun. Eden kann sich glücklich schätzen, dass er so einen Bruder hat, denn wahrscheinlich nur mit seiner Hilfe wird er wieder gesund.
Tess ~ hihi ich finde sie irgendwie niedlich, ich weiß auch nicht. Schon manchmal ernst und älter wirkend, als sie wirklich ist, aber trotzallem hat sie noch etwas frohliches und lebensbejahendes in sich, was viele auf der Straße in den Sektoren verloren haben. Vielleicht kann man da auch ein bisschen Day in die Schuhe schieben, denn er hat sie ja "aufgegabelt" und mit sich genommen. :)
Thomas ~ Am Anfang dachte ich.. hrr... macht dem guten Day aber Konkurrenz.. so charmant und zuvorkommend... so kurz vor dem Mittelteil dachte ich.. hmm... küssen sich Thomas und June endlich mal?!!.. und zum Schluss dachte/denke ich.... AHHHHHHHH *wegschubs* hau ab Thomas, geh gaaaanz weit weg und komm nie wieder zurück *Scar aus König der Löwen nachmach*... xD


Schreibstil
Das Buch ist gut geschrieben. Flüssiger Schreibstil, der aus dem Buch nicht nur inhaltlich einen Pageturner macht. ♥
Fazit
Also... ich hab in letzter Zeit immer wieder gute Bücher gelesen und das hier ist eines davon! ♥ Again, 5 von 5 Sternen! (Und ich freu mich riesig auf Band zwei! :D)