This is another series DNF for me. The story was so obscure, so disconnected and so intent upon going nowhere except to show us some really dumb-ass people doing stupid things that I lost all interest in it after only a few chapters. It was awful. I sure as hell was not about to read even one volume of this let alone seven! The idea is that there are seven siblings and seven volumes, and the books run from 1970 through 1980 with the year 1971 missing, as well as the seventies after 1976.
The youngest sibling is a prophet we're told, and she reveals that one of the main Deschanel siblings will not leave 1970 alive. This, the author thinks, will lure you into reading all this crap to find out who dies. I didn't care, but I'll bet the publisher is salivating over the promise of profits form this prophet if they can sucker people into reading all seven volumes. After reading a part of the first I could see the future too: all seven volumes will be as boring as this: rambling endlessly and going nowhere. The early chapters read like a bad Jackie Collins novel - and yes, I know that's a tautology.
At the risk of repeating myself, it didn't help that the writing was not so great, either. I read at one point that one of the male siblings, "drew the same girl he'd just finished on into a deep kiss, all tongue, hoping to transfer some of her juices back to her and avoid terrible breath later." WHAT?!!! This is a woman writing about a guy who had just gone down on a girl, and was now kissing her thinking that his mouth wouldn't stink if she licked it clean of her vaginal secretions? Seriously? I think that actually may have been the last straw - or certainly close to it. I forget exactly where and what it was that decided me that I'd had enough of this crap.
Why do female authors do this to their fellow females - even fictional ones? I cannot understand it, but Cradit gets no credit for this garbage.
Elsewhere I read, "wrapped her arms around her father's shoulders, because already at eight she understood all men, even one as confident and assuming as August Deschanel, needed validation. Even when you had to be dishonest in the offering." So at least the author isn't gender-biased: she insults both men and women equally - near enough. Another instance was "The drama in your life is going to kill you," Irish Colleen harped," No, Irish Collen isn't Irish, her name is actually 'Irish Colleen" - and no, she doesn't play the harp despite the harping reference. She is harpy enough without it.
This was awful; the story-telling poor, and the charcters completely unappealing. I actively dis-commend it.
