And lo, after a long dry period, there came a review.
BAHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA oh my land’s sakes. Soulless won me over from the get-go, and that get-go got me through the later parts of the book, some of which were pretty aggressively bad.
Ok so. Alexia is a preternatural, which means she cancels out the superpowers of supernaturals. Vampires have no fangs when she touches them, werewolves have no fur, ghosts…disapperate, I guess. Ya dig? And Victorian London is full to the chock of these types, all peacefully co-existing (sort of).
And then a bunch of mysterious shit goes down, basically as an excuse to put Alexia in danger and have her show off her feisty Italian spinster side. And it’s not…I mean, that sort of thing can be enjoyable when it’s not trying to disguise what it’s doing. Which this isn’t. It’s very CONTRIVED SITUATION, amused chuckle, Alexia beans someone with her parasol.
It was very silly and very fun and the writing was occasionally laughably bad, but I’m not sure that that wasn’t on purpose and also I DIDN’T CARE! Oh and also? Alexia hooks up with a hunky werewolf. That is not a spoiler because if two people find each other irritatingly attractive in the first chapter they will be totally boning by the last one. It is distinctly unsubtle, and no one minds. Delightful parody for all!
I will be grabbing the next one when my brains need an easy tickling.