Where to begin. 
 This is one of those books that was hard to finish. Not because I didn't want it to end, but because so many things either annoyed or didn't interest me. 
 Mia, a lightning addict, harnesses energy from storms, risking the lives of those around her. After an earthquake nearly destroys Los Angeles, Mia is left to take care of her neglectful mother and naive younger brother. While she merely wants to get on with her life, a man known as 'Prophet' is informing LA of the storm to come and eventual doom of the world. When the intriguing Jeremy comes into the picture, she starts to learn of her destiny - which involves lightning, martyrdom, and love. 
 Oi. 
 While the idea was intriguing and the author's writing style proved worthy, the entire book included way too many cringe-worthy aspects. 
 I do not like end of the world scenarios. I never have and never will and this entire story revolves around that idea. Something about the pure chaos makes me uncomfortable so I immediately had my guard up. 
 As I continued to read, I noticed it was a lot of summarizing. I really didn't see much happen for half the book, which was frustrating. I was ready to give this a two star rating or worse until I reached the 'fourth' segment. Pages upon pages of religion didn't do much for me, especially when it felt more like a sermon than a plot point. 
 Plus, the one character I was intrigued by (considering I didn't care for most of them) was absent for a good majority of the book. 
 The end of the book does prove to get better. I didn't dislike the book, but I didn't love it. 
 It was just okay.