I have very little in common with Calliope Reaper-Jones. I am the reverse of the shopoholic - the idea of going clothes shopping fills me with rabbit-in-headlights horror. I seriously love cats. I am not the heir of the Grim Reaper. This is not the sort of book you would think I'd relate to, but I pretty much gobbled up all three of these books with gleeful abandon. Why? Because the characters are so likeable, the story is so well written and, well, it's a lot of fun. I'm about as likely to start trawling the fashion bargains as I am to start hanging out with Cerberus in Hell, but I like to see through Calliope's eyes, and have come to think of her as one of those friends who gives me a real break from my usual preoccupations precisely because she is so unlike anyone I'd normally socialise with.
Why should you read this? Because you'll be rewarded with snarky dialogue, sympathetic characters, startling twists, genuine emotion and probably the hottest sex scene I've read (and that was somewhat badly timed in my work canteen). If, like me, this seems to be a little off your usual beaten track and out of your comfort zone... well, don't be a chicken, you might just make a new friend.