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Reading this book is like looking into a shoebox filled with colorless shrinky dinks. ()
There are many characters, and all of them are one-dimensional. Despite being set in New Orleans, Kenyon grossly misuses her setting, never once describing it. In her book, the city is dull, featureless, and empty.
In "Infinity," Nick Gautier is your stereotypical chosen one. He has powers, maybe? And powerful beings watch over him, or something? And zombie type creatures attack? And they defeat them.
Nothing in this book is original. Ancient powers threaten the world. One boy is the chosen one to defeat them all. The humor relies on tired old Chuck Norris jokes.
The funniest thing about this book is that Sherrilyn Kenyon is suing Cassandra Clare for plagiarism. Does Kenyon understand that everything in her book is an archetype, trope, or stereotype? Even accusing Cassandra Clare of plagiarism is so 2001.
I've read a lot of brain-dead young-adult books, but this might be one of the absolute dumbest. The writing is terrible, there isn't enough plot to sustain its length, and what little plot there is feels slapdash and inconsistent. There is no main villain. There is no clear plot arc.
Last year, I thought the Violets of Smarch was the dumbest book I'd ever read. This one undercuts that one by miles, so I'm glad I gave Smarch two stars. The floor gets even lower.
Infinity can barely be considered a book. It is much less than the sum of its parts. The only thing holding it together is a physical cover. I expect its spine to disintegrate, its pages to blow away, and the words on them to peel off like loose threads, dissolving into little puffs of ink in the air.