The first page wasn't offensive. By the fifth, I was growing to dislike the female lead, Zoey, and by the seventh, I hated her. Within those seven pages, she manages to whine to her cat, and talks to imaginary dark clouds hovering over her ("Like don't ruin my hair, okay?" WTF? What is this tripe?)...and then proceeds to stereotype gay people so thoroughly, I was actually outraged on their behalf. Not all gay people put their hands on their waist, and tap their feet, with their heads cocked. Not all of them carry a "man purse." Zoey actually PRAISES Erik (one of her god-damn suckitty love interests) for NOT treating gay people differently, and how that makes her like him even more. YOU SHOULDN'T PRAISE PEOPLE FOR TREATING HOMOSEXUALS EQUALLY. That's a god-damn human right basic - it should be expected the world over. 
 Now...onto her love interests. KILL ME NOW. This book condones cheating, and I rather hope at the end of this series (I'm never picking up a House of Night book ever again), all the boys effing leave her ass, and Zoey gets to live the rest of her days, on her lonely, whiney cheating arse. I CAN'T STAND THE GIRL. 
 Okay. How the eff were these books popular? It's not even written that good.