The House of Always

No clue what happened between the other books in the series and this one, but talk about falling off a cliff. Written with absolutely abysmal and incessant tawdry smut that wouldn’t interest even the most bored suburbanite, the novel waffles between the worst soap opera and a 12 year old experiencing puberty. The dialogue itself descends into a 3rd grader discovering his first curse words and trying them in every single possible situation, rendering it meaningless. The attempt at writing witty, fast-paced dialogue falls so short of the mark the attempt itself induces guilt and pity in the reader for the author. Pedantically and condescendingly explaining sexuality and gender roles while readily bullying the characters in question into submission of those ideals speaks to the hilarious obliviousness of the writer and her understanding of what those roles represent. No one in this book is free to choose to understand those concepts, rather they’re steamrolled into them. Even all that aside the worst part of this book is how irrelevant it makes itself. Read the first 5 chapters. Skip the next 50. You’ll have missed absolutely nothing. Truly the epitome of dross. While somehow managing to also be offensive to the reader and undermine its own purpose, the book shines as an example of how rare a good series of novels are.

If you have hung in here for this long, then you are obviously invested. I am urging you not to read this book and leave this story alone. It’s obvious that this story should’ve been a trilogy. Trying to choke down this book is extremely painful. I have never read a more pointless narrative in my life. TERRIBLE!

Admittedly, it took me awhile to get in synch with the complicated storytelling device, but once I caught on, I could not put it down. Love the characters and anxiously looking forward to the next book.