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| City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments #1) by Cassandra Clare |
"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. . . .
Exotic and gritty, exhilarating and utterly gripping, Cassandra Clare’s ferociously entertaining fantasy takes readers on a wild ride that they will never want to end."
Rating:
I don’t know what this book has to keep me turning every page of it as soon as I started reading. Every mythical creature you could think of are right here in the City of Bones, and seeing how well they could coexist in one tale is interesting in enough for me.
I like the plot how things had fallen into place. But what I really loved about this book are the characters. Jace, anyone? Can I get a “Hell Yeah?”
I agree with the lots of girls who found him lovable. Yes, he’s an incredibly conceited, cocky, annoying, arrogant little arse that he is, and he knows it. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop him from being charming and humorous. Clary was a character that’s rare and I love her way of offsetting what Jace has implied. I do have trouble with Simon though, I can’t quite decipher where I place him in my thoughts because somehow he’s a little indistinctive and yet there are times he stands out. Luke’s story was another thing I held on to thoughtfully, it was nice, sad and sympathizing. Alec, Isabelle, Magnus, even Raphael and everyone else spilt out their significance stylishly and I came to either love them, hate them or love and hate them at the same time.
Yes, I will agree that this book had its share of predictability, but clichés can be a good thing sometimes; as long as you can throw in something good to counter or add to it, like how Clare has done with this book.
