Beautiful Darkness

   I feel like everyone between the ages of 14-25 has probably heard of Beautiful Creatures by Kim Garcia and Margaret Stohl. You know, they one that was made into a movie in 2013, that while it was good, killed the wrong person at the end of the movie, thus completely ruining it? Well, after my nearly half of year grudge over the movie, I decided to read the second book, Beautiful Darkness. 

   If there’s one thing I regret in my high school years, it’s not reading enough. While I was an avid reader in elementary school and now in college, I read maybe two or three books a year in high school. The reason I say that is, it’s extremely hard to read about a burning romance between two sixteen year olds, when you yourself, is a very single, never had a boyfriend, went to prom alone, eighteen year old. So, with that being said, I believe if the book lost a little of the “mushy-gushy, I’m only sixteen, but I know what true love is” bullshit, it would have been a lot more entertaining, as well as about one hundred pages shorter. 

   However, I must give some credit to Kami Garcia and Margaret, for making me like a Fantasy book. I’ve never really been a fan of the supernatural. It’s nothing personal. I’ve just never really found it all that entertaining. In the sixth grade I got halfway through the first Harry Potter book, before finding the whole thing with wizards and magic boring, and moving on to The Clique series by Lisi Harrison. (Sorry Harry Potter fans. Please don’t hate me. I promise to read through the series one day.) I don’t know if I like the Beautiful Creatures series because the majority of the story is told by a mortal, who’s girlfriend happens to have powers, or the fact that my mind is opening up to find more topics interesting. (See Harry Potter fans! There’s still a chance.) Whatever the reason is, the story line is good enough to keep my attention.

   Favorite character you may ask? Probably Link. Being the best friend of a guy who’s dating a light/dark caster, this guy is pretty chill. He’s up for anything, doesn’t really take anything too seriously, and is helplessly in love with Leah’s older sister Ridley, who happens to be a siren. (I’m not good at explaining characters or terms only known in certain series, so you’re just going to have to read the series in order to understand what I’m saying. I strongly suggest you read this series.) 

   I’m not going to lie. I was kind of ready for the book to be over. It’s over 500 pages, and like I said earlier, at least a hundred of them are mushy-gushy crap. So of course, by the time I hit the last paragraph, I was overjoyed. That excitement only lasted a short while though, because as it turns out, the last sentence is a cliff hanger. I now must read Beautiful Chaos.