"May the black dove always carry you."

I'm on top of the world because this sequel is like another volume of the Mortal Instruments but instead of demons a bunch of poltergeists are being hunted and exorcized. How badass tis that? Another supernatural Fight Club fighting against all odds tries to save the world from eternal darkness that endangers human kind. Ok, maybe sloppy enough but I can't get tired of these stories. It's too cool for being ignored.

Kennedy gets into a habit of seeing creepy ghosts willing to make her harm. They succeed. Her mother dies and a  pile of kids in their teens comes for her claiming she's part of the Legion and their mission is to kill vengeance spirits plus they need to stop a powerful demon unleashed from hell who is planning to set upon the opaque crowd of negligent people.

It feels like we set out on a stupendous adventure of the Nation's Treasury. Unless Nicholas Cage is not in the package deal, I'm keen on taking part in the treasure-hunting. Except for the fact that the chase is after the Shift, an instrument that allegedly liberate the planet from the evil force of Andras. What story would have an ending without further twist and turns, intricate misteries and outrageous scam? Definitely that would be flat-out lame that's the reason the Shift proves to be an infernal device making Andras possible to possess bodies. I wouldn't entrust my destiny to a bag of unexperienced queer fish but whatever.

The point is a this group is lovely. Although a bit blunt and guilt-striken at least they have each other no matter what. The newbee has to adapt, Kennedy feels she belong with them. After her mother's death she takes root in here which is kind of cute. Apart from the thrilled, action-packed story I love all of the characters: Priest (tech-genious, being the youngest he's certainly the pet of the band) Alara (though-kill-anyone-with-a-coup-d'oeil) and the twins. Lukas and Jared seem to look alike but they don't always look eye to eye. Mainly because Jared most likey killed their parents indirectly. They both fight for Kennedy's attention due to the desperate need for a love triangle in YA books. But after all of the vicious projections of the other world it's nice to have something enlighten the mood. And Jared doesn't have to do much to give me goosebumps. The mysterious-don't-say-a-world-bad-guy vibe is obviously working!

P.S.: A must-to-read sequel

Song

Linkin Park - What I've done
https://youtu.be/8sgycukafqQ

Rating

5 out of 5

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"One of the most important rules of mediation:
Never, ever underestimate a ghost."

The very soon-to-be Susannah de Silva is gleefully planning her wedding which much to her distress will take place next year. Thousands of light year from now. Till then, she has to find a paying job instead of fulfilling her duties in the administrative offices of her old high school Junípero Serra Mission Academy for free. That could be no other than Father Dominic who takes advantage of her being aware of the fact that she's in need of earning some of the practicum credits she needs to get her certification as a school counselor. In the meantime she needs to learn not to waste all of her money for the Swear Jar quickly.
Apparently she can't break away from her roots. But that's okay. She has a comfy house, she's engaged to her love of life and definitely has future prospects of helping to navigate the "gifted" mediator-souls on a challenging path where they have to deal with some handful Non-Compliant Deceased Person. She can't imagine life more explicit.

"I just wanted to find out where you are,” I said, “so I can drive to that location and then slowly dismember you, something I obviously should have done the day we met.”

Until Paul Slauter—off the record sociopathic sleazebag and a skunk—comes within sight. Not only is he a hideous mediator but an abominable human being, as well. Even if his "making ammends of what happened on graduation night" policy seems phoney, Suze falls in his masterful trap. According to an Egyptian curse the act of pulling down her house where Jesse had died previously stands the chance to unleash the evil in him and most likely will wreak havoc on everyone he cares about. A petite inconvenience of resurrection. Unless she agrees to a rendezvous, the Slaughter Industry will wipe the house off earth. This kind of declairation of Paul's affection doesn't really convince Suze the depth of his love. In retrospect, she should have to get rid of the scumbag till she'd got the chance.

Insurmountable odds against us

Loosing Jesse before they're wedded in holy marriage is out of question. After six years of standstill in their relationship she'd waited long enough for her honeymoon to push through. Not a sole spoiled-bankroller-brat would strike a death-blow to her happy-ever-after. She'd better find a way to stop him ASAP. On top of that, obliterating the past of his attempt to exorcise her one-and-only soulmate is quite a tough undertaking. Yet what could be possibly done? An elongated jail-time experience is bound to happen if she tells the alluring offer to her fiancé, since an overwhelmed protective Spanish macho man like Jesse wouldn't let his pristine foe overcome him. Let alone steal his well-deserved throphy for which he lived through the past of the 1800s and the present of 21th century levitating between afterlife and real life. Who else can tell the same thing about himself fighting for a girl so ardently? Seriously, no one can argue with that.

Presumably he'll beat the crap out of him first then he gets an orange suit and a matched private slot.

"When I got my hands on Lucia, however tragically she might have passed, I was going to kill her all over again."

All hell broke loose

If it's not enough, the soul of a sanguaniry cherub-faced little girl's after her fiercely protecting her friend Becca. Although the poor spirit came off badly having been the victim of corruption of the church, she is rather pain in the ass despite the fact that she's nothing but a poltergeist. Do not worry. Holy jurisdiction is to be served by none other than the godsend herald Suzannah Simon. With some kicks in the ass and a devout one-resolute fiancé by her side, she smooths the tameless waves of the hurricane in a conventional-badass-Suzie-style. The good old days...

"I don’t see why you won’t allow me to beat a confession out of the priest,” “It would be faster.”

Back on track

The big wedding is happening. At last! I was wondering if it would at all...Paul is out of the picture of the gleeful reunion for heaven's sake. I was at their reception if not psychically but spiritually for sure. Maybe Suzie added me to the spook gang who has no nothing to do there but anyway poke their nose into planetary business. And life can't be more explicit.

Jesse’s voice was a soothing elixir, whipped cream floating on rich steaming cocoa on a cold winter morning.

How I feel now

I'm over the moon.

Songs

Elton John - Someone Saved My Life Tonight —Suzannah's and Jesse's official song

Coldplay - Ghost story
https://youtu.be/9r1BSLyZFu4

Rating

5 out of 5 (What else? We have a long and abundant history.)

Happy Valentine's day!

"IT WAS VALENTINE’S DAY, and where was I?
Freezing my butt off in a cemetery, that’s where. Romantic, right?"

The souls of the deceased don't stop vexing Suze Simon even on Valentine's Day! Not that she'd care, for she and Jesse have been dating for 4 years now, they came to terms and drew a conclusion that it's merely "a stupid holiday named after some martyred saint to tell them when to say I love you." But still. Is she really doomed to persuade all dead dudes to be so nice and move on to their next lives or whatever they're condemned to do, but please don't hover around the livings for the rest of her life on Valentine's Day? Man, it sucks.

May I present to you the bullet-headed but all-commissioned attendant of specters who kicks ghost-butts relentlessly until their bare spiritual presence is literally jostled into the afterlife. Suzannah Simon is back, ladies and gentlemen! And I'm high over heels right now.

She's twenty-one, college girl, psych major, currently in a permanent realationship with Jesse, a century-and-a-half-ago-deceased-but-formerly-brought-back-to-life spanish male hotness. In a nutshell, life cannot be more perfect.

Unless an NCDP—­Non-­Compliant Deceased Person, as those in her trade refer to those who refuse to cross over to the other side —­bust up her idyll. Such an ungrateful fate awaits those who work in the ghost-busting business for some decades now. Not exclusively a prosperous profession. Bet on starvation if you tried to make a living out of it.

“What are you—­how can you—­who are you?”
“I’m Suze Simon,” I said. “And you thought being dead was bad? Buddy, your eternal nightmare’s only just begun.”

The scientific community has declared her secret “incompatible with the well-­established laws of science,” and therefore nonexistent. But it doesn't explain the fact that she has to sit on an ice-cold granite headstone on Valentine's Day just to ogle a spook who supposedly killed his girlfriend and himself as well, just because the love of his life refused his proposal. It's her job to convince him or —if it's not working— make him leave once and for all, for he has no place among the livings. Especially for a murderer.
At the point of resorting to more violent means (Suze's patience runs low—her type first hits then asks questions usually), the guy disappears into the night leaving a soaking downpour behind in his rage.

"I threw open the door to my room and found six feet or so of unadulterated Spanish-­American male hotness stretched out on my bed."

After re-evaluating the situation she's headed back to her dorm where she finds Hector "Jesse" de Silve a future-to-be-doctor but still having post-­traumatic stress from being dead plus he has been still warming up to the modern world for four years. It's quite obvious from the words like "miniature refrigerator" and “Good morning, ma’am” slip out of his lovely curvy mouth from time to time. He's adorable!

Even though they’d agreed they weren’t going to contribute to the mass hysteria surrounding Valentine’s Day, since they loved each other unconditionally every day, Jesse was all prepared for Valentine's Day. How he was! He was ready to take the next level in their committed relationship (it was high time after four! years) and make a proposal to Suzannah. All the details planned: on the beach, at sunset while drinking champagne. But it wasn't for her if she wouldn't have discovered the ring first by pulling the box out of his boyfriend's pants. So awkward...

"I just can’t deal with this right now.”
“Can’t deal with what right now? The man who loves you asking you to spend the rest of your life with him?”

Instead of saying "Yes, Jesse, I will be Mrs. de Silva" she starts babbling about the time not being right. And it isn't. They have to stop the dead guy to avange on a boy who's all responsible for the young couple's death out of jealousy. But things are not cut short there.

To sum up, justice will be served with the influence of superior powers. (And with the assistance of Jesse who always has to look after Suze to keep her from biting the dust.)

Make the run one more time

“So will you, Susannah Simon, kindly do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
And yet, suddenly, I felt like the luckiest girl alive.
I sank down into the sand beside him.
“Yes, Jesse de Silva,” I said, throwing my arms around his neck. “I will.”

Seriously I love you guys!

Rating

5 out of 5