Thursday, December 1, 2011

Obsidian by Jennifer Armentrout

After Katy's father passed away, she and her mom tried to make a go of it, but it wasn't the same without him. So, they packed everything up and moved to a small town and started over. Katy's mom is a workaholic, so Katy hardly ever sees her. She isn't shy, but she spends a lot of her time with her blog, reading and gardening.

When she meets the new neighbors, there are a set of twins her age, Daimon and Dee. She and Dee hit it off right away and are fast friends. Daimon, on the other hand, is a total jerk. He's very rude and insulting, even if he is very good looking. He tries to be nicer for his sister's sake, but keeps reminding her that they don't make friends with people like Katy.

Hurt, Katy ignores him and continues to be friends with Dee. When Katy is attacked one evening at the library, she isn't sure what to think. Her accoster keeps asking her where they are, and she had no idea what he is talking about. The more she answers his questions, the more brutal he gets with her. Sure she is dying; she is stunned when someone helps her.

The more time Katy spends with Dee and Daimon, the more convinced she is that they are not normal. As Daimon and Katy get closer, the danger heats up around all three of them. Will Katy learn the secrets surrounding her new friends? Will she be able to stay safe before the next attack takes her life?

Obsidian, the first in a new thrilling young adult series, is rock solid! With just the right amount of mystery, drama, romance and action, you'll be up late, unable to put this fantastic book down. The world building is modern and realistic, the characters well-rounded and yet just the right element of relate-ability and the plot compelling and unique. I can't wait for the next one! Highly recommend to young adult or science fiction readers!

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