Galen, a Syrena prince, searches land for a girl he's heard can communicate with fish. It's while Emma is on vacation at the beach that she meets Galen. Although their connection is immediate and powerful, Galen's not fully convinced that Emma's the one he's been looking for. Anna Banks grew up in a small town called Niceville (yes, really). She is the author of The Syrena Legacy series: Of Poseidon, Of Triton, and Of Neptune. Of Poseidon #1 Once again, Anna Banks infuses Emma and Galen's points of view Syrena Legacy - 1 - Of Poseidon - Anna reiposavovta.tk
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But despite that, I did find the dialogue humorous at times. Milligan smiles. Emma nods. Sometimes Galen can be a jackass. See, I'm not that heartless!
Now the beginning of the novel opens up with Emma and Chloe in Florida on vacation before school starts and I was surprised to see that Chloe was black. I had a huge smile on my face and I thought, "Wow! D: The smile slid of my face and my happy cat died. This is the same issue I had with The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer , where they minority character was so heavily stereotyped I wanted him to die a slow painful death.
Same with Chloe, whose only purpose was to create a sad and lonely heroine. Are there black girls who have weaves and wear fake nails? But that is the easiest cop out when it comes to creating a black female character. I half expected her to bust out and start "doin' the Dougie" on the beach. I still have no idea how to do that dance. Chloe wasn't the only character I had issue with.
I also really disliked Galen.
He's your typical YA male love interest. He's so good looking it hurts to glance at him, females tripping over their panties to give him their numbers, and if he smiles at you: instant orgasm. He was also a controlling douche bag slinging Emma around like she was a Raggedy Anne doll. He always tries to tell Emma what to do and where to go, giving her no choice. There is even a point where he tells her she is going with him to Florida and he already arranged everything including getting permission from her mother.
He stalks her and threatens another guy she dates. And I was okay with giving this book 2 stars until he started thinking thoughts like these: "He scours his memory for a sweet-natured Syrena who would take care of him, who would do whatever he asked, who would never argue with him.
I'm not sure what the obsession is with women's uteruses these days. Please don't get me started on the US, but this is YA fiction. Can't I escape the madness in my fiction? No, apparently not. The female mermaids have almost no choice who they want to marry. When a male Syrena turns 18 he searches for a female "whose company he will enjoy and who will be suitable for producing offspring.
Just great. So, female Syrena are only worthy if they can produce offspring.
Here that girls? Your worth is dependent on a working uterus!
Otherwise you are unsuitable! Galen's own sister, Rayna, spends half of the book angy because she was married off to a Syrena without her knowledge. Yes, that's right.
She wasn't even present at the ceremony! Option One: Run away as fast as my dollar-store flip-flops can take me.
Thing is, tripping over them is partly responsible for my current dilemma. In fact, one of them is missing, probably caught in a crack of the boardwalk.
Go limp and everything. Drool, even.
Option Three: Pray for a lightning bolt. A deadly one that you feel in advance because the air gets all atingle and your skin crawls—or so the science books say. For a shaved second, I think my prayers are answered because I do get tingly all over; goose bumps sprout everywhere, and my pulse feels like electricity. From his hands.
Option Last: For the love of God, peel my cheek off his chest and apologize for the casual assault. Then hobble away on my one flip-flop before I faint.
With my luck, the lightning would only maim me, and he would feel obligated to carry me somewhere anyway. Also, do it now. I ease away from him and peer up. I think I can see the shape of my cheek indented on his chest. I nod. The tingling stays behind, as if he left some of himself on me.
Track star that she is, she would already be at my side if she thought I was hurt. She holds out my flip-flop, which I try not to snatch from her hand. I turn back to the guy, who seems to get more gorgeous by the second. No broken bones or anything?
Chloe sets her surfboard against the rail of the boardwalk and extends her hand to him.