The Collector by Victoria Scott
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
And now for something a little different from Victoria Scott - not a story about a young woman going into a deadly near-future competition to save her family, but a story about a self-centered, sin-happy demon who goes around marking souls for collection. His new job - collect the soul of a girl who does so much good in the world that the world, of course, treats her like crap in return.
Dante Walker may be an assbutt, as Castiel might say, but that's where the character development comes in. He did used to be human, after all, and he hasn't quite lost his humanity, as much as he likes to try and act like a seventeen-year-old version of Fox's hilariously douchey Lucifer. Even that devil of a guy has a heart, though, and so does Dante. So, naturally, he starts falling hard for Charlie, the girl whose soul he's supposed to collect.
This could easily have been another pile of yuck like I found Obsidian to be, but hey, being a Delta Bravo comes with the territory when your main character's a demon. And like I said, character development. This makes the feels so much more real than you would expect, and the feels are what pushes this book into five-star territory. (That, and Max with his Stiles-like personality, although he's criminally underused. And also Blue. If you don't love him by the end of this book, the collectors already got to you.)
Two more to go in this series, and I can't wait to read them both!
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