Last book I said the only thing continuing to save this series was the myriad of interesting side characters. 
 I LIED 
 Alec kinda sucked this book. 
 Isabelle got all "feelings are weird and why do I have them" 
 Simon continued to wonder "why am I hanging out with these people?" 
 And Clary and Jace kept making it perfectly clear that despite all of the super loving friends they have that they would gladly watch the world burn in order to be with each other. I think the best part for me was when Clary kept complaining that Jace wasn't acting like himself, and all I could think was "a completely hollow, vacant, and attractive shell? No, that sounds about like the Jace the rest of us know and love/hate." 
 I started skipping the making out scenes just because they were so repetitive. All the time! If Jace and Clary are alone for five seconds? They are making out. I think Cassandra Clare is even sick of writing it. I mean, we've all been young and in love....and somehow I still found time to engage in activities that didn't involve face licking. 
 I have moved from liking these books and reading them to hate reading them. Which is a shame, because I love her other series.