When I was thirteen, I absolutely loved Cameron Dokey’s The Talisman. I don’t know how I’d feel about the book if I reread it as an adult, but the impression it made on me has stuck with me all these years. To say I’m disappointed by Eternally Yours is an understatement. She’s a better storyteller than this! I grumbled to myself. It’s not that it’s a bad book, per se. In fact, it reads almost like a meditation on the cycle of abuse... with vampires and weak characters and a spooky teen club that reminds me of a coffee shop I frequented in the mid-90s. Yay, nostalgia! (Side question: does every vampire in 90s YA have white-blond hair?)