Oh it's getting hard here, but I'm still enjoying reading so I'm holding on. It's almost 2 a.m and it's time for some pot noodles and a mini-review update.
This is the third book in the Dangerous Angel series. I loved Weetzie Bat and Witch Baby so I had no doubt I would adore this one too. I was right.
There's something about Francesca Lia Block's writing that belongs to a magical world. I think she's a fairy in disguise, or she must have known a hippy fairy once who taught her to write like this. This book feels like a urban magic tale. Just read this passage, about Cherokee and Raphael, after making love for the first time:
"It was different. It was light-filled red waves braking on a beach again and again - a salt-stung fullness. It was being the waves and riding the waves. The bed lifted, the house and the lawn and the garden and the street and the night, one ocean rocking them, tossing them, an ocean of liquid coral roses."
Liquid coral roses...how does she come up with these images?
All her writing reads like a beautiful, colourful and shimmering poem. Or a song about young love, and young fears, about music and jealousy and the excitement of creating something powerful but dangerous as well.
I'm happy there's still two books to read, I could never get enough of this!