The Mortal Instruments Trilogy: City of Bones
I first stumbled upon Cassandra Clare (at that point I knew of her as Cassandra Claire) while waiting for J.K. Rowling’s Order of the Phoenix to be released. I had just taken a dive into the Harry Potter books, devoured them all, and was at a bit of a loss of what to do next. So, I took what seemed like the next logical step at the time - I started reading fanfic. Have you ever tried looking for good fanfic? There is a very low percentage of enjoyable stuff when compared to the total amount of fanfic out there. Cassandra Claire’s Draco Trilogy was one of the few I enjoyed. When I heard that she had some original fiction that was going to be published, I was thrilled.
City of Bones is the first in a trilogy by Clare. The book starts with Clary, a fifteen year old girl, witnessing a murder at a night club in New York. Except it’s no ordinary murder, as the victim seems to fold into himself and disappear right before her eyes. Also, there’s the fact that no one else can see the three people who murdered this guy. Soon, Clary is flung into a world she didn’t know existed - where Shadowhunters hunt and kill demons; where werewolves, vampires and warlocks exist; and where a man by the name of Valentine has seemed to raise himself from the dead in order to lay claim on the Mortal Cup - a cup that could potentially raise an army of Shadowhunters.
I have to admit that deep down I was a little bit worried that this book was going to be strictly fan service for those who loved the Draco Trilogy and the Very Secret Diaries. I can happily say that it isn’t - while there were a few mentions that fans of her previous writing would get, it was done rather subtly, in my opinion. (And I have to admit that I giggled when I read that Clary had a pin that proclaimed “Still not king.”)
While I loved the characters, and found the book riveting, I think one of the things I liked best about this book is that at times I doubted my dislike for the bad guy. There were moments he had almost convinced me that he had done the right thing, that he wasn’t a bad man…
Cassandra Clare has definitely put herself into the same league as Holly Black, Libba Bray and Stephenie Meyer with this book. I have a feeling that this is going to be my favourite new YA and/or urban fantasy series this year. It made me laugh, made me squirm a little bit at points, and made it very difficult for me to actually put the book down. I look forward to the next installments in the trilogy.