The first few chapters of this book set up a world I was eager to explore until the doors opened to the fantastical. Instead of offering a sense of mystery and exploration, the book instantly lost its original momentum. 
 Any grit, any mystery, any sense of good storytelling was discarded in favor of utter tripe. From the "mysterious yet beguiling boyfriend" to the community of supernaturals, the story and characterization fell flat. 
 When an author is compelled to show off her musical taste by listing album tracks, rather than telling an actual story, when she feels we have to slog throgh tedious romances on the beaches, with an oh-so-special character with a painful-but-mysterious-but-profoundly-misunderstood past, when she brings in a love interest who seems to exist only to admire her lead character, she has failed in her duties as a storyteller. 
 I'd give it one star, but I bumped it up for some original texture.