***copy provided by publisher through NetGalley***
She's been hearing his voice in her head for her entire life. But recently he's become a real pain, preventing her from getting a life (read: love life). She really needs to get this guy out of her head.
And he has a solution—travel to Mexico and free him.
Mexico, Mayan ruins, ancient gods, ancient god-feuds, an ancient god with a hunky voice (and later on a hunky body). Seems like my sort of book, right?
Unfortunately, wrong.
I just couldn't get into the story, but I refused to let it become yet another DNF, so I persevered, hoping it might get better, it might pull me in. Nope. Didn't happen.
The constant changes in narrative modes (jumping between first-person POV of the heroine and third-person POV of the hero) annoyed the crap out of me from the get-go. Chose one and stick to it, please.
The changes in voice, maybe slight, in different narrative modes also bugged me.
I just couldn't grasp the concept of a seventy-thousand(or something)-year old god using modern language.
All the 'screaming' done in this book (even the male characters screamed!) got on my nerves.
I just didn't 'get' the whole lets-destroy-the-world scenario. Maybe my attention was already shot by that point and I simply didn't care, I don't know.
I. Loathed. The. Heroine. I know, I know, feeling something about the protagonists is better than not feeling anything. But this went beyond normal obtuse, somewhat TSTL Romancelandia heroine. She was a whiny, bratty, bitchy, selfish, idiotic, jumping-to-conclusions, self-centered bitch, and I simply couldn't understand the fascination a GOD (!) could have for her. I just couldn't see it.
I didn't really feel the hero either. Yeah, he was there, I was told he was the hero, he received much 'screen-time', but I just didn't get the 'hero' vibe. He was supposed to be a god, for eff's sake, but he acted like any other guy out there with all the chest-thumping, keeping the chick at arms length, yadda, yadda, yadda. He wasn't even badass, and I've come to expect major badassery from a god (or a romance hero). This one was just meh. Average Joe, even.
There was just so much crammed into the story—romance, suspense, world-building, gods and goddesses, the links/bonds between the deities and humans, the destroying of the world etc. There was too much of everything and it ended up clashing instead of 'working together' to form a coherent story.
It just didn't work. Not even the humor, sorry. Didn't even crack a smile. I guess I was just too busy rolling my eyes.