Ember ( Death Collectors #1)
What if you knew when someone was going to die? For seventeen-year-old Ember, life is death. With a simple touch, she knows when someone will die. It’s her curse and the reason she secludes herself from the world. The only person who knows her secret is her best friend Raven. Then she meets Asher Morgan. He’s gorgeous, mysterious, and is the only person Ember can’t sense death from. So when he pushes into her life, she doesn’t mind. But when unexplained deaths start to haunt her town, Ember starts questioning why she can’t sense Asher’s death and what he may be hiding.
Total blah. I don’t know why, but I didn’t like this book at all.
The characters didn’t connect. The story was way too unreal. Not counting the fact that it was paranormal/fantasy.
Best friends didn’t seem like best friends. Family didn’t seem like family. Okay, they had issues. Still.
The protagonist wasn’t worried that her friggin car was in the bottom of the lake. Instead she was preoccupied by day dreaming about the new hot guy in her life.
She didn’t seem to care about anything and instead was worried about which of the two guys she liked.
Then there’s this, hey I just met you. Let’s kiss and fall in love.
I did like the summary and the cover. I thought there will be more to the whole Grim Reaper thing. It wasn’t as interesting as it could have been.
I did love the few poems and quotes in the book. Not sure if I’ll continue the series.
“Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins
Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.”
“Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb
She wants to know—wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon
So she searches for light, only to realize it’s in her, like an Ember equipped to ignite.”
“Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction.”
“The ember dies slowly in a mound of ash. Darkness and mourning, it longs to burn fire. But the smoke and sorrow let it die. The need for a spark asserts fiercely. But a spark won’t surrender. So the ember continues to smother. Into ash, into dust, into nothing. And that’s how it will be, forever.”
“In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden
But the impossible journey deems them forbidden.”