What a jerk!
I mean that. I don’t know if I mean Kane Legend or Scarlett Hunter, though. Both are kinda jerky. Jerkish? Jerksome. I don’t know what the term is. They are both jackholes, if you ask me. I like Letty a little more than Kane, but not by a whole lot. I think you are supposed to feel an abundance of sympathy for her, and I do. BUT she’s a McJerkyjerk.
So if you read the prequel, you know what happened the night eighteen months ago, and if you don’t, they refer to a sweaty something-something in a dirty puddle often enough to get the idea. Kane and Letty hate-effed the heckfire out of each other, and nothing good came of it.
Eighteen months later, the devil is back, and Letty has seen her nightmare come to life, in that Kane is the embodiment of some heartache unknown to us readers. Cliffhanger level stuff here.Continue Reading