With chapter headings taken from song titles (creating the most persistent
mental playlist ever), a nineteen-year-old "slacker" protagonist,
skateboard-fu, the world's most adorable disembodied head, and a wicked sense of humor, this is far from your typical young-adult paranormal novel. There's no overblown angst or family drama and no sad attempt by an adult author to emulate teen-speak. Though marketed to the YA audience, this book is far more Dresden Files than Twilight Saga. And that's a very good thing.