The Basics 
 DNF @ 40% 
 This just didn't work for me. I guess it doesn't help that half the world believes this to be the definition of awesomeness. ANYHOW, I found the plot odd and thrown together in a way I couldn't understand, and I didn't connect with the characters. I seem to get bored by books where the characters stay in the same place and I couldn't really be bothered by the intriguing idea of a dead Welsh king to continue when I felt like falling asleep. Some people like it and I respect that but this book's brand of slow pace didn't work for me. Maybe psychic books are bad luck for me because I DNF-ed Distant Waves as well. 
 Trope Check 
 *true love (never got to that part though) 
 *MC is poor 
 *psychics-are-real 
 *supernatural quest thingy 
 *pugnacious Irishmen 
 From their father, the Lynch brothers had gotten indefagitable egos, a decade of obscure Irish music instrument lessons, and the ability to box like they meant it 
 *MC is assumably white, and short with "dark hair" 
 *weird hippie/new-age-y/whatever-y MC name 
 *MC is special 
 "To make someone else's psychic gift stronger is a rare and valuable thing 
 *rich entitled assholes 
 *And by sixteen, Blue decided she would never fall in love so it didn't matter "Full" Rant 
 Mainly this was just not my taste. I kind of liked the writing style half the time, but often found it confusing and some of the sentences pointless. 
 Maura had decided sometime before Blue's birth that is was barbaric to order children about, and so Blue had grown up surrounded by imperative question marks 
 And sometimes things were just too wordy. 
 A cloud like there would never be sun again crossed Declan's face. 
 There was one thing about Gansey I didn't get as well. Can he just travel around the world in search of ley lines because his father's that rich? 
 Nevertheless, there are moments in which the writing becomes beautiful and vivid, but - as they say - so many books, so little time. Stiefvater is good at getting inside her characters' heads and creating a mood, but I honestly would rather not spend time in the heads of entitled teenage boys because I sit next to some (albeit some with a lesser degree of entitlement) on a daily basis at school. Anyhow... There were notes, made with half a dozen different pens and markers, but all in the same business-like hand. They circled and pointed and underlined very urgently. They made bulleted lists and eager exclamation points in the margins. They contradicted one another and referred to one another in third person. Lines became cross-hatching doodles of mountains that became squirelly tire tracks behind fast-looking cars. 
 The church enveloped Gansey into an incense-scented pocket of air, a rare enough smell that it instantly evoked half a dozen memories of family weddings, funerals, and baptisms, every one of them in summer. How strange that a season should be held captive in one breath of trapped air. Nevertheless, but page 160, most of that kind of stuff was gone and I didn't feel terribly inclined to continue. I know a whole lot of people who like it, but this just didn't work for me.