Darth Pedant

As excited as I was to see where this series would go, I'm having trouble getting into this book. It doesn't help that I haven't had much time for reading this week, or that the story hasn't gone much of anywhere. I'm nearly a third of the way through and so far all I've gotten is too much romantic angst, some high school wangst, and some super-heavy-handed foreshadowing.

 

I also feel like the quality of the storytelling has gone down a bit. Everything's so darn telegraphed. Alyssa gets her skirt caught in the seat belt and the seat belt jams. She decides not to ask for help fixing it. Then she decides to drive home along a route that involves crossing train tracks. With her skirt still caught in the jammed seat belt. OH GEE. WHATEVER COULD GO WRONG.

 

Oh, and then there's this gem when Alyssa starts driving a Mercedes-Benz Gullwing:

 

I press the gas harder. The bar on the speedometer snaps from twenty-three m.p.h. to sixty-seven in under a minute.

 

Now, I know next to nothing about cars, but I'm pretty sure even my parents' rickety old '70s station wagon with the faux wood trim could do that. :P