Even though I was very picky, wore only designer clothes, and had a monthly allowance bigger than what most people my age earned in a year, I was by no means a snob. 
 Firstly: this book is a stupid, racist piece of shit. Secondly, it is a grand accomplishment that I could hate a character within pages of meeting her. 
 Right after starting the book, I found out that our main character is rich, adored, and perfect. She gets straight As. She has parental-approved freedom to do whatever she wants. She lives in a fa-bu-lous *snaps finger* Manhattan apartment that never feels like home (;_;) 
 There were definite perks to living in Manhattan, and even more perks to living in a hotel--like maid service, room service at all hours, doormen, valets, access to the hotel pool, the steam room, and the gym. Still, it was hard for me to think of this residence as a home. 
 She has the financial means to do whatever she wants (a fact of which she blissfully and frequently reminds us). She gets straight As. She wears designer clothes (a fact of which she, again, frequently reminds us). She has been accepted to every single university to which she has applied. She has the ability to wander around the Metropolitan Museum of Art at her own will because her parents are wealthy donors. She is bloody fucking perfect. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. 
 Meeting the most perfectest Mary Sue in the whole fucking world. This is surely a fantastic start to any story. 
 So there's beautiful, wealthy, perfect-in-every-way Lily. She spends her afternoons just chilling in off-limits (to regular middle-class folks) areas of the Met. While chilling in a closed-off Egyptian exhibition, she hears a weird noise and then a weird guy emerges from the shadows, and surprise, surprise. He's an Ancient Egyptian. He's gorgeous! HE SPEAKS ENGLISH!!!!!!!! He has green eyes, because that's so fucking common in Egypt. 
 Who are you? I wondered as I studied the person, who was not a man and yet not a teen. He seemed...timeless. Hooded hazel eyes, at that moment more green than brown, beneath a strong brow pinned me with a gaze that was both intelligent and almost predatory. I felt like a mouse looking up at a swooping falcon, knowing death loomed but utterly unable to look away from the beauty of it. 
 And he's looking for...jars! And without the jars, he needs...her! Oh my god, she is the only one EVAR WHO CAN GIVE HIM WHAT HE NEEDS!!!!!! *cough*Mary Sue*cough* 
 "You do not understand. Without my jars I must share your life force." 
 Panicked, I spun and ran toward the curtain. But before I reached it, the lights went out and I banged my knee against the golden sarcophagus. Stumbling to catch my balance, I heard him coming toward me. "Come back, Young Lily," he groaned. "I need you." 
 He needs her. He pursues her. He all but kidnaps her. Wait, he does kidnap her. But he's so....different, and Lily finds herself oddly attracted to him. 
 I didn't go for dangerous guys, especially bald guys wearing skirts who I couldn't figure out. He was different from any guy I had ever met. 
 This is called a no shit, Sherlock moment. He follows her. He stalks her. 
 Gripping the balustrade, I closed my eyes, basking in the feeling and momentarily forgetting my surroundings until I heard an all-too-familiar voice. "The sun makes us feel strong, Young Lily. As I am bound to it, you are bound to me." 
 Though it was definitely strange and all kinds of wrong to find him not only in the building I lived in but also on the same floor and just outside my room, I was surprised that I felt happy to see him, crazy stalker or not. 
 Surely Amon is the model of a perfect YA love interest. 
 Do I need to go on? 
 This book is culturally insensitive. It has The Last Samurai syndrome in which a white person swoops in and saves a culture about which they know nothing. It doesn't display anything true about the culture (in this case, Egypt) that it purportedly portrays. The "Egyptian" characters are exoticized and more or less whitewashed to a Caucasian ideal of what a foreigner should be. The characters gorge themselves on American food. Egypt is restricted to an "exotic" ideal, without a single mention of the current, dangerous, and politically unstable condition that the country is currently experiencing. It is the story of a rich white girl who, more or less, plays tourist in a foreign country and sees nothing of that country beyond the boundaries of her 5-star hotel room. Do yourself a favor and don't waste your money.