I truly was crossing from one world over to other. The bright day made the skyscrapers sparkle. Their windows like precious jewels catching the sunlight. Wasn’t this a good omen? I thought. Please, dear God, let it be.
This is the fifth book in the instalment and it’s all about Madame Senetsky’s dance school.
Four talented girls from vastly different pasts share a dream of stardom: Cinnamon, the edgy actress; Ice, the phenomenal vocalist; Rose, the beautiful dancer; and Honey, the first-rate violinist. The four meet at the prestigious Senetsky School of the Performing Arts — housed in an ornate New York City mansion — and become instant friends as they take off on a dazzling whirlwind of intense classes, theater outings, and celebrity-studded parties. And together they bend the strict house rules of Madame Senetsky, a famous actress who guarantees success for students under her tutelage.
But they soon realize this is no ordinary school. Madame Senetsky pushes the girls’ studies beyond reason. She controls their social lives. And they get the strange feeling someone is watching them.
Cinnamon, Ice, Rose, and Honey set out to untangle a shadowy web of Senetsky family secrets. As they explore dark corners and hidden rooms, every creak and moan of the old mansion tells a story too frightening to repeat. A devastating story that can destroy their dreams
“I am sure the Czar would have lived in such a house,” Mommy remarked, her eyes small with her memories of her own Russian history.
I found the secret of the Senetsky family to be just meh. Not like original V.C. Andrews’ drama.
It also took me almost three months to finish because it was so dull. Howard pissed me off the most, which I guess was the intent but I was absolutely annoyed to death by him. I felt like Chandler had barely any personality in both books by Honey, its like she is dating a rock. And Ice was shoved into the very back of the cast of characters, barely mentioned and no growth as a character whatsoever.
I looked at Cinnamon and Rose, who wore soft smiles of appreciation on their faces. Steven looked bored and from time to time fidgeted with his silverware. Ice looked like someone visiting another country, her eyes small but full of curiosity. Only Howard sat with a demeanor of confidence, as though he was a regular participant at such dinners.
I wished that this book was less rushed, and more detail was put in, but sadly these books do not have the quality of previous works.
I’m now deciding whether to keep reading any other new books by Neiderman because they are starting to be a pain to get through. When recapping part if Ice’s background, in particular, the relationship between her and her guy was all wrong. I remember being very confused and rereading Ice again just to figure it out, but it still made no sense. These inconsistencies in story seem to happen a lot with the ghost writer.