Tuesday, January 19, 2010

City of Bones

How would you like to find out that demons exist and pretty much every fairy-tale is true? How would you like to find out that you were born a shadow-hunter, demon-hunter, when all your life you thought that you were an ordinary mundane? Cassandra Clare’s City of Bones captures a teenager’s finding out that she that she was born a demon hunter in an epic, page-turning fun sort of way.

Pandemonium, a club for all ages, finds itself the sight of a murder, but not just any murder, the murder of a teenage boy. At least Clary thought, it was a teenage boy until she found out the identity of the people that killed him. Clary goes home and her mom is worried about her, also, springing a surprise vacation on Clary. When Clary refuses to go, she goes to a poetry reading with Simon, her mom winds up disappearing. Suddenly, Clary finds herself pulled into the world of demons, forsaken, down-worlders, and shadow- hunters for no reason anyone can find out.

A theme in this book is taking a stand. The Shadow hunters take a stand against the evil of the world. The marks burn across a shadow hunter’s skin serve as protection, skill builders, and practically everything, a rune can be found for because or almost everything. Whenever something goes amiss, the shadow hunters solve the problem. One reason the shadow hunters are demon hunters is, because the legend says the blood of man and the blood of angel was mixed to form the first shadow hunter.

Anyone who loved Twilight will absolutely adore City of Bones and the rest of the mortal instruments series. On a scale of one to ten this book deserves a twelve. I know anyone who reads this book will absolutely love it.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This post almost makes me want to read the book. But I still do not want to read the book due to the vampires.

alitam said...

I kind of want to read this book because if I found out pretty much every fairy-tail was true my life would become a lot more entertaining but I would most likely develop a fear of the dark.