SHAMAN: A review

This thing has been a long time in coming. I finished the book a while ago. Life just took over. Life needs to stop taking over and getting in the way.

Seriously life, stop it.

Anyway, first things first:

For purposes of reviewing, the highest number I will ever give a book is a 4.5 out of 5. Only because I’ve found that five and one star reviews have the nasty tendency to be overly dramatic in either their praise, or dislike. Anything from OMIGAWDZ THIS IS AWESOME BUY THIS BOOK! to, PFFT. THIS AUTHOR SUX. Enter your own spelling variations where you please. I’m not doing it to be mean, or to tout myself as some sort of ‘expert’ on what a book should and should not be, Lord knows before I started reading reviews I was just as apt to give a book five stars because it was that damned awesome. Now, I know better. To keep things objective, my review ratings range from 1.5 to 4.5 with 1.5 being the lowest and 4.5 the highest. This is my personal preference and should in no way shape or form, skew your own rating system.

And now you know.

If you cannot finish the phrase, you fail at life.
If you cannot finish the phrase, you fail at life.

Now, I am not a fan of Urban Fantasy. I don’t think I have been since I stopped reading Laurel K. Hamilton’s Faery series. It was good to begin with but somewhere down the line it just got silly. So, I stopped reading urban fantasy. It got old real quick for me. I think the only time I picked up something else and enjoyed it was Neil Gaiman’s AMERICAN GODS. Then I stopped reading because, once again, everything sounded the same.

Then I found SHAMAN.

This book right here.
This book right here.


The book is good. It’s really, really good.

From Amazon.

My name is Misha Devlin. I used to be a professional hockey player. Now, I’m a Shaman.

I’m not the red-headed seventh son of a seventh son or anything. Just a guy with some magical ability who made a deal with three Fallen Angels, a deal that will give me the chance to break a blood curse.

They say blood curses are unbreakable, whoever they are. But they haven’t met Harker. Haven’t met my grandmother or Venya. And they sure as Hell haven’t met me.

There’s a Nexus to protect as well, a magical object so powerful it’s an irresistible target for every nasty thing that goes bump in the night, rips you apart, then eats your face for breakfast.

Guard the Nexus. Break an unbreakable curse. Stretch my tiny savings account enough not to end up living in a cardboard box. All without destroying my soul.

No problem.

Don’t let the length (510 pages for book one) put you off, you won’t even notice until they’re all gone. Part epic, part coming of age when that age is long since past, SHAMAN tells the story of a college kid who wants to play hockey. He comes from a family charged with the task of keeping the Nexus safe. Misha knows he’s part of it, but doesn’t realise his exact place in things until life throws it in his face and says ‘deal with it’ in that special way that only life can.

(In the form of a red head who has a blood curse. Because her dad is a dick. And maybe a werewolf or two. Read the book, you’ll figure it out.)

There’s a talent to making Urban Fantasy good. It’s not about the magic, or the monsters that go bump in the night, it’s about the people that are affected by the goings on in the magical world around them. Mrs. Sondheimer has the talent of a master story teller who just happens to like things that rip faces off. She has the knack of drawing you in from page one and making you care about the characters right from the get go. They jump from the page and become part of your life, and so does the story.

It’s worth the combined $3 you’re gonna spend.

Trust me.