Cole St. Clair has come to California for one reason: to get Isabel Culpeper back. She fled from his damaged, drained life, and damaged and drained it even more. He doesn’t just want her. He needs her.
Isabel is trying to build herself a life in Los Angeles. It’s not really working. She can play the game as well as all the other fakes… but what’s the point? What is there to win?
Cole and Isabel share a past that never seemed to have a future. They have the power to save each other and the power to tear each other apart. The only thing for certain is that they cannot let go.
This book was a huge disappointment. I loved Cole and Isabel’s blooming romance in Forever, and waited for this book so much.
Cole. He is still captivating: he has humor, improvement, can see the people and things around him. He is very sensitive to everything, and could morph everything into something phenomenal – even bad phenomenal, but still phenomenal. He is able to build something valuable even from shit.
Things come in my eyes and ears and through my pores, and my receptors begin to pulse restlessly and my neurons fire like cannons, and by the time everything gets into my brain and comes out the other side, it’s all transformed into a different species, pixels or channels, glossy or matt. I can’t change the way I’m made. I’m a performer, a singer, a werewolf, a sinner.
Isabel is poisonous. She squeezes all the happiness and joy out of everyone around her. She is always angry, always rude, bored and bitter. She hates everyone: her parents, her colleagues, everyone she knows and everyone she doesn’t even know.
“The place was already full of people. God, I hated them all.”
Lovely. Who wouldn’t want to be with this girl?
Both Isabel and Cole think in extremes. Isabel is immature, aggressive and hysterical, Cole is pseudo-suicidal. While there is development in Cole’s character, there is nothing in Isabel’s. Cole has a purpose: it is Isabel. He subordinates everything to this aim. His every thought is about Isabel. And Isabel, being absolutely self-obsessed, is blind to it.
I had told the truth, and it hadn’t mattered. In the end, she’d bought into the same story everyone else had. Did it matter if you’d changed if no one believed it?
The story. The reality show left me uninterested. The paranormal aspect of the story is inconsistent, makes no sense, and reduced to almost zero. As if it doesn’t even exist.
Romance. No development, no communication, no magic moments. After 60% of the story I just stopped caring about the characters. I didn’t even root for their happy ending. The happy ending is unexpected and unestablished. I still love Cole, and he’d deserve a much better story than this and a much better person than Isabel.
Secondary characters. The only truly respectable and likeable person in this story is Leon, the Cadillac driver. Oh, and Jeremy! And Sofia. Baby, and the others are only papier mache figures.
Sinner is sickeningly sad and depressive. I could write that it is not for me – well, actually it’s true – and that maybe you’d enjoy it – but that wouldn’t be true. So much fake angst, but no real drama. So read it at your own risk.
Two stars because Cole has some affectionate moments, and because of Leon, Jeremy and Sofia.