It’s a fight to the death—on live TV—when a gladiator’s daughter steps into the arena.
Lyn is a neo-gladiator’s daughter, through and through. Her mother has made a career out of marrying into the high-profile world of televised blood sport, and the rules of the Gladiator Sports Association are second nature to their family.
Always lend ineffable confidence to the gladiator. Remind him constantly of his victories. And most importantly: Never leave the stadium when your father is dying.
The rules help the family survive, but rules—and the GSA—can also turn against you. When a gifted young fighter kills Lyn’s seventh father, he also captures Lyn’s dowry bracelet, which means she must marry him…
For fans of The Hunger Games and Fight Club, Lise Haines’ debut novel is a mesmerizing look at a world addicted to violence—a modern world that’s disturbingly easy to imagine.
So this book is pretty dumb, but I stuck it out because the concept is decent. This review is pretty accurate.
If I had to describe this book in one word, it would be LAZY. The world-building is nonexistent at best – basically, this story takes place in this same year (2010 ish) but in an alternate type timeline. History, starting right after the Vietnam War, is basically the same, but there’s this violent and bloody Gladiator stuff squeezed in too. At one point the main character is compared to Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta.
So, the second word I would use to describe this book is weird. There’s all sorts of random asides and character thoughts and rules (apparently 14 straps on your sandals is against the rules, but 15 is okay.) And also, there are no quotation marks, because someone thought that would be cool and instead it is just about the most irritating thing on this planet.
The synopsis of the book is misleading. Girl’s father dies at hand of competitor, she is forced to marry guy so she decides to fight him instead. Well guess what – the fight doesn’t happen until the last 15 pages of the book, and she doesn’t even start training until at least halfway through. And never does she actually train, but she just mentions that she worked out. Woo.
The third word I would use to describe this book is totally stupid and do not waste your money or your life reading this piece of dung stuck to the bottom of my 14 strap Glad sandals. Gag.