Clarity by Kim Harrington.

Clarity was a definitely interesting book and I'm always up for a good murder mystery. Clare's love problems bothered me a bit, but it was a good read and I liked it. 
JUST KIDDING.
I was bothered by Clare. Were her only friends just guys? I mean, seriously? And it seemed as if all her guy friends flirted with her and were apparently in love with her. Like, what's up with that? I thought she was the town freak you stayed away from.
And after what the town's mayor's son did to her? What was his name? Justin? Hell, I can't even remember, but Justin sounds about right. Any who, so this guy cheated on her big time yet she has feelings for him and Gabriel, the smoking hot guy. Personally, I'm a sucker for Gabriel. Justin, though? He can kiss my ass.
So, Clare's got a huge love fiasco going on there.
I happened to like Tiffany, Clare's enemy and torturer. I mean, when you realize the truth behind the torturing, it makes sense. Kind of.
What I'm getting at, is that I liked Tiffany and I agree with her. What do I agree with her on? The fact that Clare has no friends.

Then there's Clary's brother. Perry. Let's start with what really bothers me here. Who the fucking hell names their kid, Perry?
Isn't that the name of the freaking platypus on Phineas & Ferb? Kill me now. What was Kim Harrington thinking when she came up with a character as bizarre as that? Supposedly, Perry was suppose to be a player and super good looking. I didn't see him like that. At all.Perry was just some normal boy who hooked up with girls every now and then.



*SPOILER* And he just so happened to have hooked up with the dead girl before she died. Lucky him, right? And you know what's so funny about that? It reminds me of Trueblood. (AKA, Sookie Stackhouse series) Sookie has a brother named Jason and at the beginning of the TV series, he keeps hooking up with the girls right before they die and he's immediately a suspect even though he knows he didn't kill them. So, that was a major deja vu moment. *SPOILER*

This book was kind of all over the place and I had to wait till we were, like, five pages away from the last page till I figured out who the freaking killer was. There was, like, no action. The romance was crappy, too. So, forget, like, the first two sentences I typed in this review and focus on the rest because I've come to a realization while writing this review about Clarity. The realization? I hated this book. Maybe hate is too harsh of a word. I despise? I dislike? Obviously, I just didn't like it. Do I see myself reading the next book in the future? Hell no.