I went into it looking for a short fast candy.
It was all that, but I'm not convinced.
Beyond the issues I have with the insta-lust/love, heavy enough to make a gal betray her species, and all the hypocrisy going on here, I do not like cliff-hangers. Specially of this type, because it makes the purpose of the book little more than foundation for a hook.
I had SO MUCH FUN. You could make a chart of who corresponds with whom in the Daniels series, but frankly, I don't give a damn. It was sexy, it was fast, it had cute beasties doing a Mission Impossible stint, and everyone had their badass moment. I'm a happy camper.
It ended in a cliff-hanger of sorts, and I weep thinking of the wait. It could have been left gracefully without the urgency note and I would still have been terribly impatient to know how everything proceeds. I'll forgive it this time because I do love this writing team.
*sigh* It is evident I'm not the public for this book. While some of the alogoric content inside this was something that is important that is adressed, the whole felt all over the place. I think the part most inconsistent was Nik herself: selfish woe is me then all goody sacrificing. It could be that most of what I found annoying, or had me raging, was just age related stupidity, but *shrug*
I had also some specific issues: Jack is such a Stu. Somebody should have called Nik's dad on his bulshit: maybe he's trying, but he sucks at it and a chat was owed. No one really adresses how messed up Nik's little brother must be (I can't even remember his name).
At any rate, I'm likely done with this genre.
I've rediscovered urban fantasy. This is the urban fantasy I was wanting to read when I kept stumbling into that ossified sub-genre full of vampires and weres. I love me some Hollows or Daniels like I love my fries and ice-cream, but every once in a while I want a different flavor, and it's been hard to find. Behold: Gaiman. I wonder if the man seats at his writing desk and thinks "Well, today I want to pick this genre. Now, how do I go about putting it on it's head/inside out/mashed-up with this other?"
So, urban fantasy about alienation, and tubes, filled with magic and action. Scary stuff of the adult bored with life variety. The unseen people that fell through the cracks... there is horror that feels close to home hinted in the concept. You may disregard it as cynical allegoric analysis. It comes to full fruition and in the open during the ordeal to sock you in the face: "this is what you were thinking was going on, even if you didn't want to admit it". The fantastic aspect makes it exiting and hopeful, and bittersweet.
Maybe not as happy, or a fluffy as I was going for, but it certainly was a change of speeds. I could not believe how much it was packing by the half-way point! Certainly a much needed contrast after Moby-Dick.
I loved it. It was a damned good book, and I want a hard-copy of my own.