My rating: 5 of 5 stars
V’s story was well….hot? Yeah! You expected that. Given V’s sexual proclivities you had to expect that he and Jane were gonna rock the sheets. Funny? …Hell, yeah! No one does pithy turn of phrase like JR Ward and V has the most righteously sarcastic and eat-shit-or-die phraseology of all the brothers. Gripping? …. absolutely! This is the dude with 300 years of off-the-scale fate and destiny crap that glows as bright as the megawatt voltage channeling through his cursed hand. Talk about shitty parenting – his life makes Z’s years as a sex slave look like a walk in the park. But if you are working your way through the brotherhood series and you get tempted to miss any, then don’t miss this one. This is the book of a thousand reveals and loose ends reconnected. There is so much going on in this one that my head is spinning enough that I think I might just be feeling what V has gone through for so long as the brother with all the visions.
Ward is amazing, off-the-charts incredible. There must be some scary shit going on in her brain, that is all I can say. I have a read a few of the reviews that didn’t like this book and I absolutely get where they are coming from. There are potential inconsistencies in the ‘world’ that Ward creates. The romantic connection isn’t quite as visceral as previous books which makes it odd given V’s relationship with sex. On the other hand, what does happen is the understanding that Jane and V connect on a cerebral level. All the way through Ward has told us how smart V is – he’s the intellectual and the technogeek of the group. Like Z, he also has lived this completely secret life in terms of his sexuality and perhaps more could have been made of the homoerotic connection that has been developing between V and Butch but the one thing that Jane gives him is a clinical and biological acceptance of what he has seen as his dirty little secret.
“V did his best to marshal some hi-how’re-ya onto his puss, in hopes of camoing the oh-fuck-me that was there.”
“Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won’t affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you.”
“Right now you’re throwing off an aura like your ass is plugged into the wall. So I strongly encourage you to drop the I-am-an-island bullshit and get your sorry excuse for a personality into Rhev’s office before we have a situation. Dig?”
“You didn’t ask questions of the Scribe Virgin. Not unless you wanted to add being used as floor wax to your resume.”