When she was sixteen, Joanna Archer was brutally assaulted and left to die in the Nevada desert. By rights, she should be dead....
After what she survived, Joanna had a right to become a snarky, kick-ass heroine. This could have easily been another wounded heroine more obnoxious than the last, but the situation was managed beautifully with great writing, clear-eyed secondary characters, and character growth.
By her birth, Joanna is destined to become an Agent of the Light--a superhero. Both times I read it, I loved this urban fantasy departure from vampires, were-whatevers, and fairies. (Don't get me wrong, I love the others, too, or I wouldn't be such a fan of genre; but it's nice to have something different from time to time.) If I have any complaint about the book, it's that like many superheroes, Joanna has a secret identity. The good guys are curious about it, the bad guys want to uncover it and use it to destroy her. With surgery involved, it's just a little less painfully obvious than Superman-with-the-glasses-off and Clark-with-the-glasses-on. Since I've lived my whole life with Superman movies, TV shows, and animation without rejected it, I say that's a small complaint.
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