This book I will have to say was just not up my alley, mainly because I couldn't seem to develop a fondness for the main character, Miriam Black. This is a big deal for me, because if I can't like that individual I can't seem to take my focus off of that hate and the story and plot fade and die in the dark recesses of my brain. She is one nasty little freak, always smoking and well just plain nasty. She has no qualms with just hooking up with whoever, pretty much wherever. In nasty hotels that the author clearly said was rat/cockroach infested, getting fresh in an alleyway, etc. I'm losing my appetite typing this. 
 Back on point, the premise I did like and I could deal with that. Simply put the girl can with a simple touch, see your end. Intermittently those random death scenes played out through the course of the book, which were enjoyable and different each time. 
 Another irritant to me was the so call heroes' love interest in this book. He was quite possibly the stalest individual on the planet, but maybe that is just what our quirky heroine needs, a yin to her yang, or a little bit of boredom with her crap load of chaos. 
 My next dislike revolves around the cursing in the novel; trust me I am no saint, but it seemed forced as if the writer attempted to just throw wonky combinations of curse words together in a blender and just without looking accepted what came out. It was overused to the point and fashion of listening to your favorite song over and over until you are compelled to delete it from your playlist entirely. However, by the time the annoyance built to the apex of my discontent, I was already committed to the book and thus had to finish. 
 LITTLE SPOILER: 
 Miriam goes through the entire book and in the last couple of chapters, finally for the first time decides to make a good choice. That choice was to buck up, jab a middle finger in the face of fate itself and save the man of her dreams, although that statement about making a good choice could be refuted and debated as I really didn't feel any concern for the dumb bloke or even care if he made it. He reminded me of Billy Bob Thorton, and when I say that I don't mean the man, I mean when he played Karl Childers in Sling Blade. He had a few times where he would say something smart but most of the time all I heard was, "Some folks calls it a sling blade, I calls it a kaiser blade." 
 Overall as I stated, I didn't feel too caught up in the whole story and felt a rush of relief when it was finally over, although it could have just been gas. 
 Miriam Black can see someone's death, so hopefully she doesn't get a quick peek at her own demise as the series flails in the future. But then again this is only my opinion and if books like that whole Twilight nonsense continue to flourish then maybe this one still has a chance. I give this one 3 stars for the concept.