Harry Potter. Artemis Fowl. Ranger's Apprentice. Percy Jackson. These are series that I love. I love them for a long laundry list of reasons, but what they all have in common is that they follow the story of a character from childhood into adulthood. For some reason, I absolutely love these kinds of series. So when I saw that Infinity featured not only a multi-bestselling author but a fourteen-year-old necromancer whose adolescence will be covered throughout the rest of the series, my interest was piqued.At fourteen, Nick Gautier thinks he knows everything about the world around him. Streetwise, tough and savvy, his quick sarcasm is the stuff of legends. . .until the night when his best friends try to kill him. Saved by a mysterious warrior who has more fighting skills than Chuck Norris, Nick is sucked into the realm of the Dark-Hunters: immortal vampire slayers who risk everything to save humanity.Nick quickly learns that the human world is only a veil for a much larger and more dangerous one: a world where the captain of the football team is a werewolf and the girl he has a crush on goes out at night to stake the undead.But before he can even learn the rules of this new world, his fellow students are turning into flesh eating zombies. And he's next on the menu.
Unfortunately, Infinity had a lot of downsides that make me rather certain it will not be joining the list of great coming of age series I love. While the main character was rather charming in his way, the writing was disappointing and the plot not very compelling.
The main character, Nick, was tolerably charming with his sharp, insolent wit but redeemable with his well-aligned priorities. What I didn't like, or appreciate, was the writing style. It felt as if Sherrilyn Kenyon was trying way too hard to sound like a fourteen-year-old boy with a smart mouth. Sometimes it worked, but most of the time, I was irritated by it. (Aside from the humor. This book, despite its many faults for me, was packed with good quality, laugh-out-loud humor.) Not exactly the kind of writing I was expecting from a multi-bestselling NYT author.
Perhaps my expectations were a tad too high, because the plot fell far below my standards, too. By the end of it, I was just sticking around because I was almost done with it and here I'd invested so much -- that kind of thing. But during the climax (the "epic battle" that was shoddily described at best) I said, more than once, "Is she serious?" (Meaning the author) And "Did that just happen?" But not in a good way. The concept was good, and I could see the seeds of a genuinely clever story, but they were just lost on me overall.
The whole thing felt hokey. That is, in a word, my experience with Infinity. Most of it came off cliched to me, from the characters to the plot to the writing. Cliche.
"How can this be your car?"
"Well, I wrote a really big check that didn’t bounce to the dealer and then the most amazing thing happened…the salesman gave me the keys and let me take it home. It was like magic."
"Yes, he’s a good boy. Never been in trouble at school and he’s on the honor roll. Captain of the football team. All-around psycho serial killer who hides bodies in the fridge whenever his parents go out of town."Book Info
"I also eat babies for breakfast and torture small animals for fun. My therapist says I’m making real progress though."
- pages - hardcover, 464
- published - May 2010
- publisher - St Martin's Griffin
- genre - urban fantasy
- received via - library :)
- rating - 3.5/5
- series - Chronicles of Nick