Cecily White - Conspiracy Boy

“Your choices define you, Amelie. Make thoughtful ones.”

Despite the fact that Amelie's life got hijacked by demonbloods and flushed down the Immortal toilet, she makes do pretty well, I must tell.
Not that I expected any less. She's just plain hilarious, no-matter-what kinda girl. If we all inherited her easy-going, snarky personality, life would be a puffy cloud-pillow where we could see the rainbow-unicorn from the first row. I'd totally ride a unicorn.

I can 100 % relate to her caffeine-addiction, by the way. What would I do if I knew it's my last day on Earth? Bumm! Drink coffee. I doubt she would act otherwise.

“Ami, you’ve violated seven, possibly eight levels of Guardian trainee protocols tonight, and you want to know how it’s goin’?”
“I was being conversational.”
Jack looked annoyed. “Are you aware of the punishment for this?”
“Death by coffee?” I said optimistically.

We get back to point zero because of an unfulfilled prophecy, a forbidden Lucifer-Gabriel bonding and a war against Crossworld-demons. Same old same old. I feel like we got stucked by a log in the fast-running stream. Not moving forward. And I must tell, I miss Jack a lot. Where's he anyway? He and Amelie is a collateral package aka they can't exist without each other. I'm not consoled entirely by Luc, the smoking-hot downworld-vampire-playboy. How can I love none other than Jack who knits a scarf and a matching barret for her bond-girlfriend? Hot in so many ways.

I. Want. Him. Back. *rampageous maniac alert*

"Maybe I had a choice right? Even when the options suck and it seems like nothing fits, there’s always a choice there.
Live or die.
Fight or flee.
Pancakes or omelets."

As for Amelie and Luc, I don't see the point of a love triangle no matter how much I love triangles, which are incidentally the perfection of love geometry. She's bonded with Jack from the beginning which is pretty much sacred for me. Period. And I don't believe in switching sides. It's sort of a road leading to a ginarmous-nowhere.

“If you’re here to kill me, make it fast. I won’t fight you,” I said.
“We’re not there quite yet,” he replied. “First comes the psychological torture.”
I peeked out from my pillow. “Nicholas Sparks movie marathon?”
“I’m not that cruel.”
“Says the diabolical overlord.”

Oh and what is it with Lisa? She's not other than an evil-doer sister who has tried to kill Jack. Sisters don't do that! She cannot make it up to me unless she lives forever, which I doubt. Just because she's justified her actions in front of Amelie, I have to be reborn to befriend her. And even then, I would ensnare her boyfriend, Alec. A guy with crossbow? Give him to me. He will be in good hands.

“Sometimes life is figuring out what you can live with then letting go of the rest."

The prophecy became fulfilled, an entire magical world ceded to exist and Jack has lost his memories. They've been through a rough day. Cruel twist of faith. In contempt of such events, Amelie doesn't lack further edgy comments and mortal optimism. They all happily lived and loved ever after....lucky bastards.

“I love you,” I said. “More than oxygen and coffee and chocolate, and even more than my favorite glyph-engraved throwing knives. Don’t forget that. Okay?”

Setbacks

I miss my fiery-Jack-passion-portion from the Prophecy Girl. No offense Luc. The vamp-vibe didn't work here. My bad.

Rating

3 out of 5