The Collector by: Victoria Scott
He makes good girls...bad.
Dante Walker is flippin’
awesome, and he knows it. His good looks, killer charm, and stellar confidence
have made him one of hell’s best—a soul collector. His job is simple: weed
through humanity and label those round rears with a big red good or bad stamp.
Old Saint Nick gets the good guys, and he gets the fun ones. Bag-and-tag.
Sealing souls is nothing
personal. Dante’s an equal-opportunity collector and doesn't want it any other
way. But he’ll have to adjust, because Boss Man has given him a new assignment:
Collect Charlie Cooper’s
soul within ten days.
Dante doesn't know why Boss
Man wants Charlie, nor does he care. This assignment means only one thing to
him, and that’s a permanent ticket out of hell. But after Dante meets the
quirky Nerd Alert chick he’s come to collect, he realizes this assignment will
test his abilities as a collector…and uncover emotions deeply buried.
This was one of my most
anticipated reads of 2013, and I was so stoked when it released early!
Pretty much the greatest surprise ever when I had a hard math test that day. It
was so refreshing reading from a boy’s point of view, especially Dante!
Dante is the greatest
collector for the Boss Man and he knows it. The Boss Man has been wary of
Dante’s skills lately, I mean which is completely bogus. As such, he assigns
Dante to collect Charlie Cooper’s soul. C’mon, how hard can it be since he’s
the best? What he doesn’t expect is the train wreck that is Charlie. Socially
awkward, on the wrong side of puberty, Charlie is also the sweetest girl to
ever exist. Can Charlie manage to change Dante for the better before his time
is up?
Oh my Dante. Hands down a
new favorite book boyfriend. At first, Dante is all about looks and a bit
shallow. He is freakin’ hilarious, and I can just tell he has a heart of gold,
even in the beginning. He is protective and kind, and I just wanna hug him so hard.
Many times. And kiss. Many times. Ahem. *clears throat* :) But really, he was
pretty perfect. There is no one else
like Dante Walker.
Charlie was such a
different heroine than every single heroine I’ve ever encountered. She is
really kind of tragic in the looks department. She has bad skin, a limp, clumsy
social skills, and lanky hair. To say the least, she is not a looker. But
seriously, this is chick is a complete
sweetheart. She loves with all her
heart and is the best best friend a person could have. I most definitely want
her as mine!
The supporting cast was
also superb. I loved Charlie and Dante’s friends, Max, Annabelle, and Blue.
They were all loyal and adorable. Blue was quiet and reserved, but oh gosh I
could tell how much he cared for Charlie. By far, he was my favorite. I heart
Charlie’s grandmother so much. She is most definitely not your typical
grandmother in any way.
The plot was so wonderful.
It was completely unique, and I loved every second of it. I have never read a
book about soul collectors, and I was so pleasantly surprised. I was engrossed
the whole time, and I even found myself reading it during class. I physically
couldn’t stop. The writing was one of the best parts of this book. I love a
great male POV, and this was an
exemplary example of that. Dante was a breath of fresh air, and I really am
already craving more. As much as I loved the characters and the writing, the
romance was hands down the best part of book. Dante is an amazing guy, even
though he really didn’t show it at first. But Charlie saw through his façade
right from the beginning. They are most definitely a perfect match.
Possibly the greatest news
ever is that The Liberator is releasing later this year so I don’t have to wait
so long. I really can’t wait for some more of Dante. Oh, and one more thing,
Dante is mine! #VMafia forever!
Favorite Swoon-worthy
Quote: I
grab her thighs and hoist her up, and she wraps her legs around me. Fumbling
toward a tree, I press her back against it and push toward her, my hips locking
against hers. An animalistic groan escapes my throat as I kiss her harder,
deeper. I trail my lips down her neck and along her collarbone, and Charlie
softly moans. Then I bury my head against her chest and take her in – her smell,
her chest rising and falling. The wild thumping of her heart.
