I finished Soulless late last night and I'm still kind of cheesed off about it this morning. You know a book's got to be pretty bad when you find yourself thinking, "Well, that was absolutely ridiculous" in a trope-heavy genre full of sassy virgins and alpha males, werewolves, vampires, and the obligatory quivering loin or two. I don't mind all the cliches, I can suspend disbelief for a few hours of reading enjoyment. But the problem with Soulless was that the author didn't pick and choose -- she just stuffed 'em all in there. Vampires! Werewolves! Victorian-era historical romance! Steampunk! Jane-Austen-style vapid family! Old-timey speech patterns! Modern speech patterns! Sure, why not?! Let's just throw it all in there and see what happens! And don't even get me started on the ridiculously contrived scenarios the author dreamed up to get the sexy ladytimes going. (And again, this in a genre of ridiculously contrived scenarios.) The deflowering scene was downright insulting. 
 I'm giving the book a charitable two stars because it did have some clever turns of phrasing peppered throughout. But ... ungh.