By Jenn Windrow
I might have cheated. Not that the cover I judged this month isn’t utterly fascinating, but because this book has been sitting in my TBR list for about a year, just begging me to open the pages, move beyond the beautiful wrapping, and get lost in its story.
And get lost I did. Not just in book one, but in the following three.
That beyond captivating book was Cinder by Marissa Meyer
I love the simplicity of the design, but that’s not what drew me in. What really caught my attention was the notion of Cinderella’s slipper on mechanical foot. So many questions in one simple elegant cover that I needed to crack the pages open and find out the answers too.
Here’s the blurb to give you a taste of the awesomeness inside.
Humans and androids crowd the raucous streets of New Beijing. A deadly plague ravages the population. From space, a ruthless lunar people watch, waiting to make their move. No one knows that Earth’s fate hinges on one girl.
Cinder, a gifted mechanic, is a cyborg. She’s a second-class citizen with a mysterious past, reviled by her stepmother and blamed for her stepsister’s illness. But when her life becomes intertwined with the handsome Prince Kai’s, she suddenly finds herself at the center of an intergalactic struggle, and a forbidden attraction. Caught between duty and freedom, loyalty and betrayal, she must uncover secrets about her past in order to protect her world’s future.
And a couple of my favorite lines…
“I’m sure I’ll feel much more grateful when I find a guy who thinks complex wiring in a girl is a turn-on.”
“Kai shrugged and turned to Cinder. His eyes softened a little with a polite bow of his head. “I hope our paths will cross again.”
“Really? In that case, I guess I’ll keep following you.”
“Speaking of eye surgery, do you realize you’re missing tear ducts?”
“What? Really? And I thought I was just emotionally withdrawn.”
Jenn Windrow loves characters that have a pinch of spunk, a dash of attitude, and a large dollop of sex appeal. Top it all off with a huge heaping helping of snark, and you’ve got the ingredients for the kind of fast paced stories she loves to read and write. Home is a suburb of it’s-so-hot-my-shoes-have-melted-to-the-pavement Phoenix. Where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and a slew of animals that seem to keep following her home, at least that’s what she claims.