The first volume was amused me.
Its dynamics was original, but the tone jerky well beyond salty Charley replicas already masked with great difficulty a little summary frame and rather inconsistent figures.
Reyes (the hunk O-BLI-GA-TOIRE good bit of history bed) was so beautiful, hot, dark wish. But apart from him and the inevitable Charley (feeling reinforced by the narrative in the first person), the entourage of our heroine looked like a group of extras in "prerequisite", waiting to be used for the set value rather than accompany him in his adventures (the single mother funny, bounded the cop, the gruff father, elusive sister, the male too too too dark then, etc.).
Yep, it was more of a ghost and Charley, Charley drooling over Reyes, Charley Garrett and Cookie valve, Charley made his eternal declaration of love to his coffee, Martine visit an asylum, uh no, sorry, Charley talks to people who died, etc.
This sensation accumulation vacuum had strengthened in the second stage, once the first surprise of the past.
What had me a little disturbed in Volume 1 came out and began to slightly annoy me. Gold good "Bitchy competition" I annoys me a nothing, especially perpetual digressions of a heroine who constantly keep me from immersing myself in the plot ...
Because yes, it needs to do to all the malignant phrases, including dialogues, to make them absurd and empty, it is a little specialty Charley Davidson.
It ends not break the thread of history, constantly having to return the context amid the wandering thoughts of a zany mower. And if I like the zinzins, I appreciate even more when we manage to silence two seconds, so the story unfolds without a seizure of the verb does not interfere with each line.
At one point, she defines herself as reaching the attention disorder; I applauded this flash of lucidity.
In short, the universe around Charley is tasty; Reyes, strikethrough ghosts, Reyes, little suspense, if not, I talked about Reyes?
I still have a few to read, in good masochist, there are 3 others waiting on my shelf qui collapses. Do I read the growling or leave them as scratching my cats? I touch me ...
