We've got the holy trifecta of YA idiocy. In case you guys didn't get the drift from my introductory sentence, this book was fucking terrible. Oh, and she falls into insta-love with the one guy who's part of the Hunters (in case you guys don't remember, Hunters are the ones who want to kill all the dragons and chop them up for parts). Jacinda is miserable and spends the rest of the book whining and being emo and a gigantic brat about how HER MOM'S RUINING HER LIFE. Her mom freaks out because she feels that her daughters are being raised in a dangerous cult and brings Jacinda and her non-dragon-turning twin sister Tamra into the Real World (not the MTV show). Despite knowing she has to hide, Jacinda breaks the rules, turns into a dragon and flies at dawn because SHE WANTS TO FEEL THE SUNLIGHT ON HER SKIN (no, really, that's why she endangers her entire species).
I guess dragon parts are like rhinoceros horns, they're aphrodisiac and shit, which is confusing because whenever I read about Jacinda interacting with her insta-love, I don't feel turned on, I feel like puking. She has to hide the fact that she's a dragon (because people kill dragons, more specifically, Hunters kill dragons). She's practically engaged to the prince of her people because she's so special.
She doesn't want to be special, but can't help it. It essentially goes like this: special dragon-girl is special. The plot is dumb because the stupid little emo rhymes-with-itch main character, Jacinda, is dumb as shit. Deeply set beneath thick brows, they drill into me with a stark intensity, scanning me, all of me. In our shadowed cave, his wet hair looks nearly black. His black T-shirt is a second skin, plastered to his lean chest.
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