Like any good Mary Sue, Mona Lisa is the superuberspecial point around which the entire universe -- living and dead -- revolves.
And it gets just a little more nauseating in the plotless, hilariously silly slog of Sunny's fifth novel, "Mona Lisa Darkening." In this case, she transports her obvious self-insert (and her hotter alter ego) into a brand new realm so she can dazzle everyone there, rendered in prose that runs from Victorian purple to awkwardly stilted.
Mona Lisa and Co. are basking under their "mother planet" (since when is the moon a planet?) when she's suddenly whisked away to a wasteland where damned souls go.
Since Sunny has established that obviously Hell is a fun and cool place to be (they set off FIRECRACKERS!), this turns out to be the horrific Netherhells. And since Mona Lisa has the evil Mona Louisa's consciousness in her brain, she got dragged along for the ride. And now she's dealing with the huge deformed bull dheus, imps, and the occasional gargoyle.
In the meantime, her demon dead hubby Prince Halcyon and emo boyfriend Gryphon decide to enter the Netherhells to rescue their Luv. Unfortunately, Mona Lisa has been (oh, how Victorian!) drafted into a tall, dark and brooding gargoyle's harem, and finds out that he wants her knocked up. But even if she handles THAT situation, she may not be able to get home -- and it may cause some problems in HER ever-expanding harem
Five books in, and Sunny still hasn't figured out how to map out a plot. From the first chapter onward, "Mona Lisa Darkening" is basically a string of randomly-occurring events. Sunny throws random plot twists (Roman-style arena! Duel for kingship! Berserker bloodsucking! Poorly-described monster!) whenever things get too slow.
Unfortunately, the entire book is too slow: endless emo moping, ghastly cartoonish dialogue ("Don't be silly. Our gargoyle friends can fly us there"), random third/first personal flipflops, and hilariously cliche romance-novel prose ("I felt the caress of those dark eyes stroke across our skin"). And for the unspeakable realm of the damned, the Netherhells seem an awful lot like the Middle East (complete with palm trees, harems and veils), except that by the end everyone is worshiping Mona Lisa's magic vagina.
And the sexual content is the worst -- a random S&M threesome (because obviously only sex can cure self-hatred and trauma), spreading her legs for a literally horny gargoyle, and details about Mona Lisa getting a Brazilian. Three words: Too Much Information.
Mona Lisa herself remains a nauseating example of the Mary Sue -- she can cure psychological ills with sex, is so hot that all men lust and all women get tantrum-throwing jealous, and she's so good and pure that she makes her nastiest enemies turn good. She even ogles herself a few times, presumably because she's the only person whose opinion matters.
As for her men, few of them have any individual personality -- and some of them are outright absurd, such as insisting that Mona Lisa have sex with other guys, or wanting to go on a "girl's day out" with her. Puh-leez.
"Mona Lisa Darkening" proves that when even when a series scrapes the bottom, it always has room to go down. And sadly, it's still not over.