When fifteen-year-old Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder― much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Then the body disappears into thin air. It’s hard to call the police when the murderers are invisible to everyone else and when there is nothing―not even a smear of blood―to show that a boy has died. Or was he a boy?
This is Clary’s first meeting with the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. It’s also her first encounter with Jace, a Shadowhunter who looks a little like an angel and acts a lot like a jerk. Within twenty-four hours Clary is pulled into Jace’s world with a vengeance, when her mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know…
Another day, another popular series that I didn’t like. I just have to be different, don’t I? I was always the black sheep!
My mind has been exceedingly restless this week, so I could crack it up to just not being able to focus, but I don’t think that is the issue with this one. I couldn’t put my finger on just why I wasn’t interested. It was spooky and magical (even while Jace kept saying it WAS NOT MAGIC), and the writing wasn’t bad. There was the beginnings of a love triangle, but I expected that.
Something just seemed…familiar. I knew there was some controversy with Cassandra Clare, but hadn’t really paid attention it. But after about 5 times of almost putting the book down, and reaching the middle…I suddenly got to a description of The Mortal Instruments that sounded a whole lot like The Deathly Hallows.
I get the controversy now. I’m not going to point fingers. I don’t know what the truth is. But I was already bored with the book and that struck me pretty funny, so I didn’t feel the need to continue. I had already decided not to finish the series after this first one, so there was no reason to finish the other 250 odd pages if I wasn’t interested.
I know Cassandra Clare has a multitude of fans, and many of my friends love this series. None for me, though, please and thank you.