Afterwords

Rush was, in one, simple word... disappointing. I adore Maya Banks and her writing, which wasn't any exception here - It was a book I couldn't put down. But it felt like a lot of things I've read before, it lacked actual plot, and wasn't up to par with other works I've read of Banks. Rush was like reading a giant sex-scenes with breaks in the middle, which was the crux of my disappointment. Maya Banks can write stunning love stories, with her Historical books (Never Seduce a Scot, for example), being a few of my favorites in the genre. But in this case, the emphasize seems to be about the physical. I am not a prude, and I enjoy the "naughty" scenes, as I sometimes call them, but I found myself skimming through them because there was just too many of them. If you erase all the sex, there will be left only about 20% of actual plot. It almost felt like the plot was there to be a companion to the sex, rather than the sex being part of the plot.It also felt like Banks wanted to run through every possible position/situation/way in one book... It was too much. Waaay too much. I mean...To read the rest of the review go to my blog; Drugs Called Books