Blog Tour: Guest Post by Jennifer L. Armentrout Author of Half-Blood

Welcome to our stop on the Half-Blood Blog Tour hosted by our friends at Books Complete Me. I'm super excited to be a part of the tour. I devoured Half-Blood in less than 2 nights reading. I will be posting my review for Half-Blood tomorrow, don't miss it. To follow the full tour, click HERE for the complete tour schedule. Now on to the fun stuff, today Jennifer wrote a special guest post for us here for all of you. 

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So You Want To Be A Sentinel. A presentation by Alexandria Andros

So you want to be a Sentinel? Really? That’s the career path you want to go down? Well, who am I to crush the dreams of the young and those young at heart. I’ll break it down for you: the good, the bad, and the downright skeevy.

The Good side of things:

Point 1: If you’re a half-blood, being a Sentinel is better than being a doped up servant. Duh. But here’s the catch. You have to qualify to be a Sentinel. The Council needs to see something … special in you. And if you’re picked, there’s a good chance you’ll never cut it as a Sentinel. You’ll become a Guard, which brings me to Point 2.

Point 2: A Sentinel is way cooler than a Guard, and gets a ton more respect. Guards kind of lounge around and wait for something big and bad to happen. Boring. A Sentinel looks for trouble.

Point 3: You get to wear black. And everyone looks good in black. Some of us better than others—ahem, Lea, but whatever. There is also this nifty glamour thing that pures do to hide our Sentinel garb so we don’t look like a freakish paramilitary outfit when we’re around the mortals.

Point 4: Did I mention the whole not being a slave thing? Yeah, I did, but that deserves a second point. Even as a Sentinel we don’t have a lot of freedom, but it’s better than cleaning toilets and living at the whim of the pures. I’ve heard … stories. They ain’t pretty.

Point 5: You get to travel. Granted, you don’t get to pick where you go, but you’ll not regulated to one of the communities.

Point 6: You get to kill things—bad things. And who hasn’t wanted to do something killing at their job?

Side note: Some pure-bloods chose to become a Sentinel. Why? I have no idea. Boredom? Revenge? Like to live dangerously? It depends, I guess.

And the bad side of being a Sentinel:

Point 1: The Council rules your life. They decide where you go and what you do. Still better than being a slave, but still major suckage.

Point 2: Killing things. Yeah, I know I said that’s a good thing, but after awhile, I imagined killing things can get to you.

Point 3: Being a Sentinel is no walk on the beach. It’s dangerous. Most have battle scars that will never fade. You’re hunting things that have no morals. Things can get ugly.

And the downright skeevy?

Point 1: And there is only one point to this. The life expectancy of a Sentinel is short. Very short. Most likely you’ll get the crap knocked out of you on a daily basis. That is if you’ll lucky. Most will die. Some will disappear. Only a few live long enough to retire.

So you still want to be a Sentinel?

I still say Yes, I would be a Sentinel (especially if there are more Sentinels like Aiden around). This book is just pure awesomesauce. When you read my review tomorrow, you will see just how awesome. 

Here are some of my favorite quotes from the book:

1. “So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I'm consumed by terror.”

2. “Okay. I’m ready to move onto something else, like practicing with knives or defense against the dark arts. Cool things.” “Did you just quote Harry Potter?”

3. “Did you think he was just some lazy pure-blood who needed protection?” His voice dripped sarcasm.
“Well he looks like on! How was I supposed to know he was secretly Rambo in Dockers?” 

4. Aiden smiled then, flashing those deep dimples. His arm brushed mine as he reached around and opened the door. "You don't have to apologize for the other thing."

5. Then he leaned forward and rested hi cheek against mine. Hot tingles spread though me as his lips moved against my ear. "You should tell me to stop."

Those are good enough to wet your appetite and grab this book and read it! Don't forget tomorrow my review.