Author: Rachel Vincent
Published: June 1, 2007
Stars: 3 out of 5
There are only eight breeding female werecats left… And I’m one of them. I look like an all-American grad student. But I am a werecat, a shape-shifter, and I live in two worlds. Despite reservations from my family and my Pride, I escaped the pressure to continue my species and carved out a normal life for myself. Until the night a Stray attacked.
I’d been warned about Strays — werecats without a Pride, constantly on the lookout for someone like me: attractive, female, and fertile. I fought him off, but then learned two of my fellow tabbies had disappeared.
This brush with danger was all my Pride needed to summon me back… for my own protection. Yeah, right. But I’m no meek kitty. I’ll take on whatever — and whoever — I have to in order to find my friends. Watch out, Strays — ’cause I got claws, and I’m not afraid to use them…
At first I really didn’t care for the main character. She came off more of a bitch than anything else. I think the author was aiming for a strong feminist character but Faythe sounded more like a spoiled girl holding a grudge. Throughout the first half of the book, Faythe complained about her mistreatment based on the fact that she is a female, how no one took her seriously because she was a female, and how horrible her mother was because she would rather cook for her family than draw blood from another person. When in reality, no one took Faythe seriously because she threw tantrums and acted like a spoiled brat. And her mother was just as strong and held feminist characteristics even though she perfered the kitchen. This is a perfect example of how feminism gets a bad name. I’m not sure if Faythe’s character grew, she backed off on her tantrums, or the plot became to interesting and I ignored her less than ideal characteristics but the second half of the boom was really good!
Overall, the second half of the plot saved the book. I’m willing to read the second book in this series but I’m not sure how far I will get.