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Spider's Revenge - Jennifer Estep I've read about Gin Blanco for five books now, and I have to say that this is the first one to disappoint me.I love female assassins (I've enjoyed immensely, for example, [b:Exit Strategy|11917|Exit Strategy (Nadia Stafford, #1)|Kelley Armstrong|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1320542404s/11917.jpg|895264] and [b:Made to Be Broken|3422076|Made to Be Broken (Nadia Stafford, #2)|Kelley Armstrong|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1320544014s/3422076.jpg|7295297]). And I loved that the Spider's trademarks were patience, planification and icy calm. Now I ask: where the hell did they go?Because, to me, looks like Gin most of the time is just raving, ranting and raging about.“Bria’s not the one who’s a threat to you—I am. Me. Gin Blanco, Genevieve Snow, the little girl that you tortured all those years ago. And if you kill my sister, I will stop at nothing to end your existence. Nothing. And by now, you should know exactly how good I am. I’m the Spider, bitch—I’m the best there is.”So NOT classy or calm. So conceited. I liked Gin better in the previous books.What about Owen? I was hoping to see him on the front. Instead, he is treated like a secondary character and his place is on the sidelines. Sure, sometimes he beats someone up on Gin's behalf, but he never participates in the decision-making processes that lead to the subsequent actions.There were some lovey-dovey moments, but they didn't make up for Owen's lack of active participation.This book is annoyingly repetitive. This is being said also in most of the reviews here, so I'm just joining the chorus. I've counted at least three times where the author feeds you a recap of the events occurred when Mab killed Gin's mother. Those are important to the development of the story, I get it. But you don't have to hint at them every chance you have.I've been mildly annoyed with this book until the moment in which the author indulged yet again in her favorite (and most detestable) pastime: the self-quotation.I've already pointed out this nasty habit of hers in my review of Estep's [b:First Frost|11763146|First Frost (Mythos Academy, #0.5)|Jennifer Estep|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1327087524s/11763146.jpg|16713914]. And here I find it again:I even saw one woman dressed completely in silver spandex. She was supposed to be a superhero, I think. Karma Girl or somebody like that.This is the second time. Enough is enough.Ok, I'll be up front here: dear Jennifer, no one gives a damn about your Karma Girl. She's not a popular heroine; she's just a character in one of your least known books and that's not enough to warrant a mention anywhere. If you want to mention an heroine, try Catwoman, or Wonder Woman or someone like that. You have to make peace with the fact that you are not so famous an author to be allowed self-quotations. You are NOT William Shakespeare or Woody Allen. You are not even J.K. Rowling.Are we clear now?Ok, let's move on with another thing that bothers me to no end:(...) his green gaze stayed steady and level with my gray one.Through the smoke and flames, our eyes locked together. Gray on black.Across the snowy landscape, our gazes met and held. Desperate gray on agonizing blue.These are just some examples, I'm sure there are lots more. Now I'm trying hard to get a “green gaze” staring at myself in the mirror, but looks like I'm not going to cut it. And I have green eyes, mind you. Maybe I'll have more luck figuring out how does an “agonizing blue” look like.