Gwen Frost has never been just an ordinary girl. She inherited the family’s innate gift for psychometry–the ability to know an object’s history just by touching it. Her police woman mom used it to her advantage until her untimely death (indirectly) caused by Gwen’s gift. After living with Grandma Frost for a while, Gwen is shipped off to the Mythos Academy. Think Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters except with ancient Greek mythology instead of mutant powers. That means Valkyries, Spartan warriors, Vikings, and Gypsies to name a few. Compared to this ass-kicking bunch, Gwen feels out of place with her comparatively paltry gift, as well as comparatively paltry bank account.
That is until a violent encounter at her late-night school library job leaves Gwen knocked out cold, another student slain, and a powerful magical object stolen. Gwen’s psychometry might come in handy to unlock this mystery and it looks like the perpetrator is working for the cult of Loki (Norse god of mischief and a notorious troublemaker-turned-bad guy). Good thing she becomes the champion of Nike. (The Greek goddess of victory, not the shoes. Duh).
Oh yeah, I forgot about the apparently ulta-hot, reputed man-whore Spartan warrior Logan Quinn. There’s always some man-candy thrown in for distraction and confusion. Too bad he’s way out of Gwen’s league and she keeps catching him jumping out of the girl’s dormitories at night. (Ahem, 300 anyone? Nom nom nom!)
I liked this novel because of the Greek mythology tie-ins and the whole girly teenager feel-good aspect. I was entertained without being riveted and interested without biting my nails off. Does that make sense? I was a little annoyed by Gwen’s loner/loser/outcast thing she had going on–but that’s mostly because I can’t relate to shyness. Making friends is easier for some than others, I suppose. I got little flashes of Mean Girls from Gwen’s encounters with the popular girls (and I love that movie). If Estep had interjected a bit more humor into the plot, I would’ve enjoyed it that much more.
Read on, my little Valkyrie beauties!
3 Spartan hotties out of 5
(Let it be noted that I read the advanced reader’s edition of TOF. And thankfully, that was what was given to me–because the real cover looks really cheesy and terrible. I would’ve never even picked it up had I seen it first.)
Oh, and I also read the mini-prequel story First Frost, which basically explains Gwen’s psychometry and how her mom’s death resulted from it. Skip it. It was only 99 cents for the Kindle on Amazon, but Touch of Frost explains everything you need to know.