Friday, March 13, 2015

Review: Blood of My Blood by Barry Lyga

Jazz Dent has never been closer to catching his father.Jazz has been shot and left to die in New York. His girlfriend, Connie, is in the clutches of Jazz's monstrous father, Billy--the world's most notorious serial killer. And his best friend, Howie, is bleeding to death on the floor of Jazz's new home. 

Somehow, these three must rise above the horrors and find a way to come together in pursuit of Billy. 

But then Jazz crosses a line he's never crossed before, and soon the entire country is wondering: "Like father, like son? Who is the true monster?"

From New York City to the small town of Lobo's Nod, the chase is on, and this time, Jazz is the hunted, not the hunter--while Billy Dent lurks in the shadows. 

And beyond Billy? Something much, much worse. Prepare to meet...the Crow King.
From acclaimed author Barry Lyga comes the shocking conclusion to the bestselling I Hunt Killer trilogy.

I did not want the series to end. Nope. Do not want. Rewind, please and make these fantastically twisted and messed up series last forever and forever. And so even though I wanted that, I devoured this book with a glee and gluttony usually reserved for a book with a character named Percy in it or some overly addictive show like Sherlock. So before I get into details, the standard warning: ye be warned. Spoilers of the first two books and whatnot ahead.

So remember that cliffhanger? Shut up. If you read Game, there’s no way you didn’t remember it. As I told Barry Lyga himself that was the second worst cliffhanger I’ve ever read. And if you’re sitting there thinking, ‘oh, well, maybe it jumps to a month later’, or ‘they quickly and easily get out of that situation’, right? Please. Billy -- I mean Barry -- isn’t that nice. The book kicks off and for the next, oh, 80 pages or so I remember thinking how very fitting it was that the word ‘blood’ was in the title twice because it was surely indicative of ever-present element. There was blood. There was a lot of blood.

The really tough thing about this is that if I say what I want to say, I will spoil something. There were so many twists that at one point, I dropped my Nook in my lap, stared at it disgust-horror and actually said, “Shut up. You didn’t just…” then ripped at my hair and shouted to an empty room, “what the **** is up with this book?!” in slight outrage, but also utter intrigue. And then promptly picked it back up and continued reading because, well, that was the only thing I could do.

However, what I can say is this: if you’ve read I Hunt Killers and Game (the only circumstances you should even be reading this review) you will not be disappointed in Blood of My Blood. Everything is perfect. Jazz is perfect (utterly wrecked and tortured, but what do you expect?), Howie is perfect (when is he not?), Connie is perfect (psh, duh), Billy is perfect (as only a serial killer would have it).

The story is basically beyond words. You might think that the epic throwing down that has happened in the first two books might cause Mr. Lyga to run out of insane things to happen. Oh, no. The depths of depravity run deep and terrifying and so so so delicious.

As sad I am to see this series end, it ended so well that I just can’t complain. The perfect ending to a fantastic series. Thank you for bringing Jasper Dent into my life, Mr. Lyga.

-Reviewed by Jennifer

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