Genre: New Adult (Paranormal/Fantasy Romance)
Date Published: June 8, 2010
Publisher: William Morrow
Sick of hearing about vampires? So is Meena Harper.
But her bosses are making her write about them anyway, even though Meena doesn’t believe in them.
Not that Meena isn’t familiar with the supernatural. See, Meena Harper knows how you’re going to die. (Not that you’re going to believe her; no one ever does.)
But not even Meena’s precognition can prepare her for what happens when she meets—then makes the mistake of falling in love with—Lucien Antonescu, a modern-day prince with a bit of a dark side. It's a dark side a lot of people, like an ancient society of vampire-hunters, would prefer to see him dead for.
The problem is, Lucien's already dead. Maybe that’s why he’s the first guy Meena’s ever met that she could see herself having a future with. See, while Meena’s always been able to see everyone else’s future, she’s never been able look into her own.
And while Lucien seems like everything Meena has ever dreamed of in a boyfriend, he might turn out to be more like a nightmare.
Now might be a good time for Meena to start learning to predict her own future . . .
If she even has one.
Insatible is book one in the Insatiable series by Meg Cabot. This is the first Meg Cabot book I've read so far, and it was pretty entertaining. There were a lot of similarities to other book and tv/movie series that are out there right now. The overall story was goofy and fun though, so that made me wonder if the similarities weren't a round about way of making fun of the vampire popularity. It wasn't until after I finished reading the book that I watched the book trailers. Yup, the is definitely making fun them.
Meena as pretty light hearted considering she can tell when a person is going to die. She's smart and knows what she wants. Lucien was dark and broody at times, but he too could lighten up. He's got a lot on his shoulders right now though so he has to stay focused. I liked his history. He's got the whole vampire swoony swagger thing down too. I didn't like Alaric at first. Yes, this looks to be a love triangle. Anyway, in the beginning, Alaric seemed pretty narrow minded and a touch self centered. I understand he has a chip on his shoulder because of what happened to his friend, but he let that cloud his judgement. As the book progressed he grew on me more and more. The only character that I wasn't too sold on was Meena's brother, Jon. He was just somewhat less than smart.
Overall, Insatiable was a bit predictable, but still entertaining. I'm curious about what's to come next, so I'll be reading Overbite.
Check out my review of the next book in this series by Meg Cabot!
Meg Cabot was born on February 1, 1967, during the Chinese astrological year of the Fire Horse, a notoriously unlucky sign. Fortunately she grew up in Bloomington, Indiana, where few people were aware of the stigma of being a fire horse -- at least until Meg became a teenager, when she flunked freshman Algebra twice, then decided to cut her own bangs. After six years as an undergrad at Indiana University, Meg moved to New York City (in the middle of a sanitation worker strike) to pursue a career as an illustrator, at which she failed miserably, forcing her to turn to her favorite hobby--writing novels--for emotional succor. She worked various jobs to pay the rent, including a decade-long stint as the assistant manager of a 700 bed freshmen dormitory at NYU, a position she still occasionally misses.
She is now the author of nearly fifty books for both adults and teens, selling fifteen million copies worldwide, many of which have been #1 New York Times bestsellers, most notably The Princess Diaries series, which is currently being published in over 38 countries, and was made into two hit movies by Disney. In addition, Meg wrote the Mediator and 1-800-Where-R-You? series (on which the television series, Missing, was based), two All-American Girl books, Teen Idol, Avalon High, How to Be Popular, Pants on Fire, Jinx, a series of novels written entirely in email format (Boy Next Door, Boy Meets Girl, and Every Boy's Got One), a mystery series (Size 12 Is Not Fat/ Size 14 Is Not Fat Either/Big Boned), and a chick-lit series called Queen of Babble.
Meg is now writing a new children's series called Allie Finkle's Rules for Girls. Her new paranormal series, Abandon, debuts in Summer of 2011.
Meg currently divides her time between Key West, Indiana, and New York City with a primary cat (one-eyed Henrietta), various back-up cats, and her husband, who doesn't know he married a fire horse. Please don't tell him.
To learn more about Meg Cabot and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
Meena as pretty light hearted considering she can tell when a person is going to die. She's smart and knows what she wants. Lucien was dark and broody at times, but he too could lighten up. He's got a lot on his shoulders right now though so he has to stay focused. I liked his history. He's got the whole vampire swoony swagger thing down too. I didn't like Alaric at first. Yes, this looks to be a love triangle. Anyway, in the beginning, Alaric seemed pretty narrow minded and a touch self centered. I understand he has a chip on his shoulder because of what happened to his friend, but he let that cloud his judgement. As the book progressed he grew on me more and more. The only character that I wasn't too sold on was Meena's brother, Jon. He was just somewhat less than smart.
Overall, Insatiable was a bit predictable, but still entertaining. I'm curious about what's to come next, so I'll be reading Overbite.
Chapter 1
9:15 a.m. EST, Tuesday, April 13
Downtown 6 platform
East Seventy-seventh Street and Lexington Avenue
New York, New York
It was a miracle.
Meena hurried onto the subway car and grabbed hold of one of
the gleaming silver poles, hardly daring to believe her good fortune.
It was morning rush hour, and she was running late.
She’d expected to have to cram herself into a car packed with hundreds of other commuters who were also running late.
But here she was, still panting a little from having run all the way to
the station, stepping into a car that was practically empty.
Maybe, she thought, things are going to go my way for a change.
Meena didn’t look around. She kept her gaze fastened on the ad
above her head, which declared that she could have beautiful, clear skin if she called a certain Dr. Zizmor right away.
Don’t look, Meena told herself. Whatever you do, don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. . . .
With luck, she thought, she might make it all the way to her stop at
Fifty-first Street without making eye contact or having any interaction
at all with another human being. . . .
It was the butterflies—life-size—that caught Meena’s attention at
first. No city girl would wear white pumps with huge plastic insects on
the toes. The romance novel (Meena assumed it was a romance, based
on the helpless-looking, doe-eyed young woman on the cover) the girl
was reading had Cyrillic writing on it. The giant roller suitcase parked in front of her was an additional clue that the girl was from out of town.
Though none of that—including the fact that she’d pinned her long
blond braids onto the top of her head, The Sound of Music style, and had paired her cheap yellow polyester dress with purple leggings—was as dead a giveaway to her new-in-town status as what the girl did next.
“Oh, I sorry,” she said, looking up at Meena with a smile that changed her whole face and made her go from merely pretty to almost beautiful. “Please, you want sit?”
The girl moved her purse, which she’d left on the seat next to her,
so that Meena could sit down beside her. No New Yorker would ever
have done such a thing. Not when there were a dozen other empty seats on the train.
Meena’s heart sank.
Because now she knew two things with absolute certainty:
One was that, despite the miracle of the nearly empty subway car, things definitely weren’t going to go her way that day.
The other was that the girl with the plastic butterflies on her shoes
was going to be dead before the end of the week.
9:15 a.m. EST, Tuesday, April 13
Downtown 6 platform
East Seventy-seventh Street and Lexington Avenue
New York, New York
It was a miracle.
Meena hurried onto the subway car and grabbed hold of one of
the gleaming silver poles, hardly daring to believe her good fortune.
It was morning rush hour, and she was running late.
She’d expected to have to cram herself into a car packed with hundreds of other commuters who were also running late.
But here she was, still panting a little from having run all the way to
the station, stepping into a car that was practically empty.
Maybe, she thought, things are going to go my way for a change.
Meena didn’t look around. She kept her gaze fastened on the ad
above her head, which declared that she could have beautiful, clear skin if she called a certain Dr. Zizmor right away.
Don’t look, Meena told herself. Whatever you do, don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. . . .
With luck, she thought, she might make it all the way to her stop at
Fifty-first Street without making eye contact or having any interaction
at all with another human being. . . .
It was the butterflies—life-size—that caught Meena’s attention at
first. No city girl would wear white pumps with huge plastic insects on
the toes. The romance novel (Meena assumed it was a romance, based
on the helpless-looking, doe-eyed young woman on the cover) the girl
was reading had Cyrillic writing on it. The giant roller suitcase parked in front of her was an additional clue that the girl was from out of town.
Though none of that—including the fact that she’d pinned her long
blond braids onto the top of her head, The Sound of Music style, and had paired her cheap yellow polyester dress with purple leggings—was as dead a giveaway to her new-in-town status as what the girl did next.
“Oh, I sorry,” she said, looking up at Meena with a smile that changed her whole face and made her go from merely pretty to almost beautiful. “Please, you want sit?”
The girl moved her purse, which she’d left on the seat next to her,
so that Meena could sit down beside her. No New Yorker would ever
have done such a thing. Not when there were a dozen other empty seats on the train.
Meena’s heart sank.
Because now she knew two things with absolute certainty:
One was that, despite the miracle of the nearly empty subway car, things definitely weren’t going to go her way that day.
The other was that the girl with the plastic butterflies on her shoes
was going to be dead before the end of the week.
Check out my review of the next book in this series by Meg Cabot!
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She is now the author of nearly fifty books for both adults and teens, selling fifteen million copies worldwide, many of which have been #1 New York Times bestsellers, most notably The Princess Diaries series, which is currently being published in over 38 countries, and was made into two hit movies by Disney. In addition, Meg wrote the Mediator and 1-800-Where-R-You? series (on which the television series, Missing, was based), two All-American Girl books, Teen Idol, Avalon High, How to Be Popular, Pants on Fire, Jinx, a series of novels written entirely in email format (Boy Next Door, Boy Meets Girl, and Every Boy's Got One), a mystery series (Size 12 Is Not Fat/ Size 14 Is Not Fat Either/Big Boned), and a chick-lit series called Queen of Babble.
Meg is now writing a new children's series called Allie Finkle's Rules for Girls. Her new paranormal series, Abandon, debuts in Summer of 2011.
Meg currently divides her time between Key West, Indiana, and New York City with a primary cat (one-eyed Henrietta), various back-up cats, and her husband, who doesn't know he married a fire horse. Please don't tell him.
To learn more about Meg Cabot and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
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