I tried to like this book. I really really did. Geekomancy had all the markings of a book that I would enjoy according to the blurb:
Ree Reyes’s life was easier when all she had to worry about was scraping together tips from her gig as a barista and comic shop slave to pursue her ambitions as a screenwriter.
When a scruffy-looking guy storms into the shop looking for a comic like his life depends on it, Ree writes it off as just another day in the land of the geeks. Until a gigantic “BOOM!” echoes from the alley a minute later, and Ree follows the rabbit hole down into her town’s magical flip-side. Here, astral cowboy hackers fight trolls, rubber-suited werewolves, and elegant Gothic Lolita witches while wielding nostalgia-powered props.
By the time I finished reading it though I felt like I had been hit over the head with Thor’s hammer and walked away from the book feeling like I had overdosed on every fandom in the universe. It was just…too much.
It was amusing at first. I do enjoy a good geek reference but a little less than halfway through the novel I found myself gritting my teeth at the mere mention of a fandom regardless of the context. Geekomancy became a whole hell of a lot less enjoyable to read. Which in the end is unfortunate, as there seemed to be a lot of potential for the actual story.