Apparently Ava the psychic was supposed to be this fun surprise for everyone. But trust me, no one was more surprised than me. I mean, how did I not see it coming? Was I so wrapped up in my own world that I forgot to poke around in Sabine’s?

Poke around?  You feel the need to “poke around” your aunt’s life psychically, and you do this on purpose, as a matter of course?  It’s not like she’s a threat to you or like you have any reason to do that except invading her privacy for your own amusement.  Am I really supposed to sympathize with you after that?

Sabine says, her shoulder pressed against Frankenstein, who, with or without the creepy mask, is not the cute guy who works in her building.

Because, clearly, that’s the important factor here.  He might be a really great guy that her aunt has a huge crush on, but ever doesn’t care.  He’s not cute; let’s focus on that.

He’s also not the big, successful investment banker he pretends to be. In fact, he still lives with his mother.

Could you be any more of a judgmental twerp?  Okay, the lying thing is no good, but the juxtaposition of those two things makes it seem like she’s saying he can’t be successful BECAUSE he lives with his mother.  Lots of people willingly choose to live with their parents, regardless of income.  Maybe his mother is infirm, or maybe he just doesn’t like living alone.  That can get really depressing after a while.  

Ava starts giving readings and Ever skulks off to brood about Damen some more.  Oh, woe, for he likes people other than Ever and for some reason that means he can’t like Ever too!  You’re only allowed to like one person, didn’t you hear?  That must be why Ever doesn’t seem to actually like her “best friends.” 

Damen comes over so they can flirt a bit, and it would be cute if only the whole book hasn’t been just like this, so instead I’m just bored.  This shit is only acceptable when it comes as a break or a set up, not after making it clear that there is nothing else to give.

Why does he insist on talking? Doesn’t he realize this may be my last remaining shot at a normal boy-girl experience? That an opportunity like this may never present itself again?

Well, so nice to see where Ever’s priorities are.  Who cares about talking or developing a real connection, that’s so tedious!  Just go straight for the kissing.  That’s all that matters.  Also, I totally know that I’ll be alone forever based on the fact that I am surly and avoid people and make no effort to deal with my problems or find solutions.  Nope, I’m just going to throw in the towel now and buy the cat lady starter kit.  Effort and thinking and problem solving is for other people. 

So they go ahead and kiss and I find I just really don’t care.  Mostly I’m just hoping this will lead to a change in the repetitive bull shit we have to listen to, since at least it would give me some new material. 

Haven walks in on them and stops the make-out session, telling them that her other friend has arrived and therefore she’s splitting and going to a different party.  Damen apparently knows this new friend Drina.

I grab onto her shoulder I’m filled with such darkness, such overwhelming anger and despair, the words freeze on my tongue.

Really?  You really want to go there book?  What are you even saying here, that Haven is so unbalanced that she’s this upset about a guy she’s never had a full conversation with, or that Damen is so awesome that of course every girl would react like this to his mere presence?  Either way, I’m calling bull shit.  It’s just more heaping sparkles on Damen and hating on non-main characters, both of which are ridiculous. 

When they get back into the house, Damen has found Drina, and it turns out she’s dressed like Marie Antoinette, too, so Damen had actually dressed up to match her and not Ever.  Look at how little I care.  The book hasn’t given me a reason to care. 

Drina, of course, is gorgeous, because all pretty women are bitches. 

Feminism!  

I wrench my arm free, less from the shock of being mocked and more from the chill of her fingers, the frigid scratch of her cold sharp nails freezing my skin and shooting ice through my veins

Well, there goes any hope of subtlety.  Oh, who are we kidding, there was no hope of that here.  

After establishing that Drina and Damen know each other from “way back,” Drina says they have to get going and invites them all out to the club with her.  Ever and Damen decline, but then she snaps at him after for no good reason so he ends up leaving anyway.  Guess we aren’t going to get any new drama after all, just the same old-same old shit as before.  Nothing worse than a book that is so committed to padding things out that it’ll even erase its own progress right after it happens.

Then Sabine comes over and wants Ever to go see Ava.  Remember Ava?  Took us a while to get back to her, didn’t it? 

Ava pretends to do a tarot card reading for Ever so it doesn’t look like they’re just sitting around talking because… it’s bad to talk to people at parties?  Anyway, Ava wants to talk about Ever’s gift and Ever wants to deny that she’s a psychic because reasons.  Really, we don’t get one single reason for why she does this, much less a good reason.  Ava even offers to help he find a way to deal with it that doesn’t involve blasting music her ears and still Ever doesn’t want to talk about it.  Why, Ever?  All I here you talk about is how poor and pitiful it is that you can’t be normal because of your oh-so-cursed powers, and here someone is offering you a chance to get that under control, and all you can do is whine more about how uncomfortable it is that you just want to run away? 

You’d complain about the sky being too blue in heaven, wouldn’t you?