John Dickinson (2) (1962–)

This book is amazing. Absolutely amazing.

The only problem is that I hated it. Or rather I hated where the plot went though I understood and excepted it. So, honestly, my motivations are completely selfish and I imagine the majority of people do not feel this way.

I'm normally not completely baffled by the direction plots take but this book is pretty much what I call the ultimate plot twist. Maybe I just read it at a strange time in my life but I don't ever remember feeling like this with a book before or after. So the plot was intricate and beautiful as was the writing. Absolutely gorgeous words on every single freaking page. Dickinson is a gift. That is really the only thing I can say. And this was the reason why the plot twist worked so well. You know normally, a character tells you things but you can sense that they're making a mistake. Well, I was COMPLETELY sold. It's amazing what he manages to do but you should see for yourself. Actually.… (mais)

Sally is good, but being good is hard and as they say, the reward for digging the best hole is a bigger shovel. Heaven knows this, and they know if a single demon can get in her head he could do a lot of damage, so they have a host of angels waiting to stop any demons.

Hell is in trouble, special agent after special agent has been defeated by these angels and therefore proved to be useless. The boss has to be seen to do something, so his boss won't decide he's useless as well (You REALLY don't want to be seen as useless when your bosses are demons) and this is where Muddlespot comes in. Technically he is only a re animated wart, whose only job is to be a cleaner in Pandemonium, and is actually leading a surprisingly blameless life. The thing is, he succeeds where the other special agents have failed. Then all hell (and heaven) breaks loose.

I truly enjoyed this book, and its opening was without fault. Dickinson has an interesting and engaging writing style, his characters are fun, and I was really impressed by some of his satirical descriptions. But the ending left a lot to be desired. It felt like the point Dickinson trying to make wasn't fully developed and explored, and I didn't find the climax that climactic.

Still this is a good book, and worth a read, but not brilliant.… (mais)