I should have known better. With a title like “Succubus in the City”, and a fluffy description on the back, the female demographic was clearly the target market assigned to this book.
I had just finished the latest Charlaine Harris mystery in the “cold grave” series and was looking for something a little lighter. It was clear from the start that this was chick-lit. But still … come on, not all females are morons!
The concept is this. A succubus named Lily, living in New York City and surrounded by three of her closest gal pals with input from her beloved boss Satan (who of course goes by the more casual name “Martha” to her friends), is really just looking for love and a deeper meaning to her male-female relationships than the one night stands she engages in. Sure, she loves her work – ridding the world of idiot, loser males who would only cause other women emotional pain and be selfish lovers is a cause she can get behind. But then she meets Nathan and she starts to question it all. Could there be more to relationships? Could this be the guy who triggers her escape clause with Satan and allows her to give it all up, accepting her for who she is?
Throw in a shadowy group of fervent believers who are trying to destroy her and her friends, a sub-plot between one of her close demon friends and a cute demon doorman, and you’ve pretty much got the plot right there.
It’s not badly written. It’s not entirely inane. But if you’re looking for a meaty story that makes you think in any way beyond looking for fashion in a city on designer steroids and hot spots, or maybe the pleasures of expensive haute cuisine which can be ingested without added pounds and therefore guilt, this is not the book for you.
The ending was clichéd. In case you’re actually still interested in reading it, I won’t spoil it for you but whatever you suspect it would be in the most unimaginative of plot lines … well, it’s probably that. No resolution to the plot, and a transparent attempt to get you to buy the next book in what will likely be a series to find out what happens. If you really care.
It’s clear that this book was sparked by the success of Candace Bushnell’s Sex in the City. But instead of covering new ground, instead it rehashes the same old tired concepts – don’t threaten a guy’s ego, always play games, and if you ever think of NOT playing games you’ll probably be sorry.
If you’re really bored, by all means pick up this book from the library or borrow it from a friend. You’re welcome to my copy of you like. Just let me know.
Still interested? It’s available through Amazon.ca and if you really really want it, feel free to order it online here
But don’t feel like you have to. ;-)
My Rating: @@
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