The Scene by R.M. Gilmore
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Perky journalist Dylan Hart thinks the murders of women-some strippers, some ladies of the night, total currently at seven-will make a great, or at least a decently-selling true crime book. So she sets off to learn what she can, put her ear to the ground, listen to the pulse of the community, and generally pick up all and any available information. Her pet detective won’t give it up, the vamp wannabes are so no help, so Dylan has to call in BFF Tatum to help her scout out the club scene and hopefully turn over a rock with some real information. As a tabloid paparazzi, Tatum has a lot of sources and in’s Dylan doesn’t have.
Dylan is a woman with an attitude, an odd mixture of in-your-face plus low self-esteem and possibly body dysmorphic disorder. She lives in near-poverty, but doesn’t seem to worry about it other than to complain and cuss. Perhaps she doesn’t believe she deserves better. I truly got the impression that the twenty-year friendship between Dylan and Tatum verged on the “plain girl-beautiful girl” mode found so often in high schools, because Dylan’s idolization of Tatum definitely has a sharp jealous edge. Then, too, I felt that Dylan’s emotions were too shallow, too much on-the-surface, and too little deeply-experienced. Even in the uproar later in the book (which would have caused most experiencers to run straight for counseling-or controlled substances) she continues to just slough it off, as if it nothing of import had occurred. That made it a little difficult for me to empathise with her.
This novel is billed as “Not your daughter’s vampire novel,” and I definitely agree. I put this at 18+ due to language.
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