I wanted to love Anna Dressed in Blood SO bad. Unfortunately, I believe I set my expectations for the book way too high. Judging from its title and creepy cover, I anticipated being scared to death while reading. There are some admittedly creepily gross parts, but there are few.
Since I rarely read summaries prior to picking up a book, I was wrong about the premise of this tale. Once again judging by the cover and title, I assumed the story would be told from the perspective of Anna, the apparition. Turns out it’s told from the viewpoint of a ghost hunter, Cas, which was disappointing and not exciting.
The main thing about this book that freaked me out is that it’s a pseudo love story – between the ghost and the hunter. It was just a bit too weird for me. I understand characters having connections with each other, but the reason for the draw between Anna and Cas was never totally clear to me.
I thought the book should have ended halfway through the drawn out and often convoluted story. After a resolution regarding Anna, which would have sufficed as the novel’s wrap up, the reader is taken on a reluctant journey as Cas is hunted by the ghost who killed his father. That’s when I really lost interest in Cas, who doesn’t impress me as a character. As a matter of fact, none of the story’s players are well developed, which is frustrating.
I’ve heard rumblings that Blake has a sequel, which focuses on Anna’s story, set to be published soon. I don’t think I’m interested in reading the second book, even though it is told from Anna’s point of view. Honestly, the way in which she loses her life doesn’t seem gruesome enough to warrant her actions toward the living following her death.
This book just left me wanting more – more backstory, more explanation of the ghost ‘killing’ rituals utilized by Cas, more reasons for the intense chemistry between boy and ghost, more discussion about Anna’s state, more story revolving around living characters – of practically every element an awesome book should possess.
Furthermore, Anna Dressed in Blood didn’t excite me enough to hold my attention – it almost became a chore, homework, to read it. I started the book for a Halloween read-a-thon and didn’t get to the last page until the end of November, making it obvious that I just wasn’t into it.
I ultimately forced myself to finish Blake’s book just so I could move on to a more enjoyable read.