No doubt about it, Melanie Wells is one talented writer. Her plots are original and well-thought-out, her descriptions vivid and compelling. Character development, however is very much lacking, and the pace of the novel is rapid-fire banter between characters, with a pronounced lack of depth. Dylan Foster, the heroine, is sarcastic and self-absorbed. Written in the first person, almost every page contains musing on her free-spirited nature, and details on her faults, as if they make her unique and humorous. Every third page, it seems, details her obsessive-compulsive need to clean her house and alphabetize her pantry. I found it very hard to like Dylan Foster, and her flippant, irreverent references to God throughout the novel had me cringeing. She bemoans her lack of self-discipline in spiritual matters, explaining that she rarely prays, reads the Bible, or has quiet time, because she is not really a checklist kind of person. She doesn't know how to get rid of a demon who is plaguing her, and this turns into a strange, twisted humor throughout the novels.
I kept hoping this novel would get better, kept hoping each novel in the series would get better, and stuck with the novels because of that, despite putting each book down feeling slightly depressed and empty. Having finished the last one, tonight, I'm left with a bitter taste in my mouth, wondering, how exactly are these novels Christian? How exactly do these novels follow Christ? Multanomah Press, you failed to follow with these novels.