Review: The Corpse Goddess by Kristi Jones


The Corpse GoddessGenre:Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Number of pages: 274

Book Description:
Party girl Meg Highbury wakes up the morning of her twenty-first birthday with one hell of a hangover – and a walking corpse in her apartment. Meg turns to her straight-laced neighbor Armando for help and together they discover that Meg is a Valkyrie.

What’s more, her first duty is to trade places with the corpse. But Meg is being sent to her Death Duty too soon. In a race against time, Meg frantically tries to find a loophole to her gruesome fate, but while Meg is determined to live whatever the cost, Armando’s strict moral principles keep getting in the way of her plans for escape.

Can Meg walk the ‘right’ and narrow path, possibly sacrificing her mortal life, for love? And if she can, will Armando have the stomach to love a rotting corpse of a girl who is falling apart in more ways than one?

Where to buy: Evernight Publishing | Amazon

Author Bio:
Kristi Jones spent her childhood exploring European castles, crumbling manor houses and ornate cathedrals, always looking for secret passages and hidden rooms. She holds a degree in European history and loves to throw ‘ordinary’ characters into extraordinary circumstances.

She currently lives in south Texas with her husband and two children, who inspire her daily. She is a member of the Writers’ League of Texas and Romance Writers of America. She loves old movies, being a Mom, the feel of paper in her hands and things that go bump in the night.

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My Thoughts:

The Corpse Goddess is really a strange read! When I first saw the cover I expected a Strong heroine kind of story but that was not the case. The beginning of this book makes you wonder where the book is going but Kristi quickly pulls you in to her story.

I have had some mixed emotions about this book. It’s not a Paranormal romance but more a Young Adult Urban Fantasy but with a lot of adult horror scenes of a young girl that is cursed to become a walking corpse including the maggots, peeing herself, farting, rotting and skin that is coming loose.There is nothing that she can do about it.

I do love the development of the characters was very good. Armando was a good boyfriend but a little boring. The side-kicks Tee and Mr. Gonzales where fun and a added strong parts to the story. And there was Meg the main character with her constant decomposing zombie body. She was lacking some action. There where a lot of action and horror scenes, but mostly it was just 90% driving around looking for people that coulth help her cure this decease.

I give this book three stars for the writing. But I do miss a lot in this story and I couldn’t keep myself wondering what kind of book this would be if it was written about Meg just as it is but that the boyfriend would be a strong mysterious Alfa hero with al the answers and we just turned Mr. Gonzales in a dog or smart mouthed ghost?

This is just a one woman’s opinion.. You just have to read it yourself and find out what you think of it!

Paranormal Cravings  REVIEW RATING:

They got out of the car and trudged across the grass, stepping over gravestones and one mound of freshly turned earth. Meg headed toward the tree, then decided to keep going. The back edge of Green Haven ended in another cornfield, one neat line of mown grass abutting against the ordered row of cornstalks.  
The place was deserted, as usual, but cars passed by on the road running from the university. They were taking a risk doing the ceremony before dark, but time was running short. And Meg wanted to get the show on the road.  
“I need to use the bathroom before we start,” Meg said.
“Why didn’t you go at the gas station?” Emma asked, lips pursed.
Meg didn’t understand why Emma was acting so put out. “Because it’s still light out, Emma. The last thing we need is to get caught with a zombie in broad daylight.”
“Emma, why don’t you help her and I’ll go get the replacement.”
“I’ll just use the field,” Meg muttered, trying to ignore the shiver that ran through her body when Tee called Danny “the replacement”.
Emma followed as Meg stumbled over the gravestones and into the cornstalks.
“I’ll be okay here, Emma.”
“Do you need me to hold you or something?”
“No, I think I can manage. I’m not that bad off yet.”
“It’s okay. I’ll meet you at the tree.”
“But, what if you need help?”
“I’ll call, okay? Really, I’m fine.” Meg heard the impatience in her voice, but dammit, she wasn’t an invalid yet. This might be her last real pee, and like a frustrated toddler, she wanted to do it herself.  
“All right, I’ll be right by the tree, so call if you need a hand.”
“Go, go.”
Meg knew she wouldn’t be able to squat. Her legs were already shaking and unsteady. She pulled a few leaves from the stalks, laid them in a pile then pulled down her pants and underwear.  
She sat down, spread her legs and tried to heave herself up with her arms long enough to pee into the leaves, hoping it would funnel away from her body. It worked, sort of. She used a wad of napkins she’d stuffed into her pocket for toilet paper and dried her legs. Unfortunately there was no way to avoid seeing the blood. The blood that meant she was dying. Her heart tripped, a scared, rabbit-punch beat. This is what it’s like to die, she thought. This is what it’s like to be eighty and wasting away in a nursing home only at warp speed.  
When she finished and got to a standing position, her face was covered in tears. Tears of fear and pain and anger. Anger at herself for reading that book, and for dragging Armando into something that had cost him so much. She realized that even if she did manage to use a replacement and delay her duties as a Valkyrie, she would never be able to give Armando back what he’d lost. How she would live with that, she couldn’t imagine, but she had no strength to fight against the rushing stream funneling her toward some unknowable future. She Emma had emerged as a pillar of cold-hearted strength in a surprising determination to help Meg escape the Death Duty. Only Tee seemed unchanged by the day’s events. She was simply helping a friend. Going along, the way she always did. Ready to be entertained, ready to have fun despite it all.
“Meg? Are you okay?’
Meg wiped the tears away and sniffed back her feelings. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”
She emerged from the cornstalks, her mouth set in grim determination. “All right, let’s get this show on the road. I’m ready to be human again.”