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BOOK REVIEW – Rebel Belle (Rebel Belle #1) by Rachel Hawkins

BOOK REVIEW – Rebel Belle (Rebel Belle #1) by Rachel HawkinsRebel Belle (Rebel Belle #1)
by Rachel Hawkins
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I had a noble cause, all right. But it wasn’t Grove Academy. It was David Stark.

Well….this was quite exceptional! I was merely perusing my feed last week and then all of a sudden came multiple positive reviews for this book. I have been seeing nothing but good things about this story so I figured I’d see what all the fuss was about-and I was more than pleasantly surprised. So many books these days take themselves too seriously and come across as pompous or as if they are trying too hard. It was refreshing to read a book that had both humor and spunk but didn’t portray an heir of cheesiness….I do so loathe cheesiness.

I’d been found guilty of Unladylike Behavior, Nephew Endangerment, and, if the look she shot my boots was any indication, Improper Footwear.

I think my favorite thing about this story was most assuredly Harper’s narrative. She was witty, sarcastic, and fun. I loved how light the story felt even as everything came crashing down on her-she is the picture of perfection with her 4.0 GPA, popular and perfect boyfriend, acting as student body president, and….well…that’s just to name a few things she is involved in. One of the issues many people have when they are reading a book is how vain the main character is-but not once did I feel that Harper was annoying or overly into herself. She was aware of her social status and what she had to lose, but her inner monologue showed that she never took it for granted.

David’s grin slowly faded and his fingers fiddled with the edge of his T-shirt, pulling it up over his bicep a little. Since when did David Stark have biceps? How did you get any muscle tone when all you did was type and be annoying?

I really liked this about her and could identify with her when her life started to change into something she couldn’t recognize-After that one fateful night at the homecoming dance she’s been waiting so long to attend, nothing is ever the same when her school janitor passes his powers onto her. She and her boyfriend are spending even less time together, her grades are starting to slip and for once, things aren’t so cut and dry-All of a sudden she has to spend time with her sworn enemy-the ever annoying David Stark. Even worse?? Her new destiny is devoting her life to protect him…when all she has ever wanted to do was stab him because of the ridiculous articles he continuously writes about her.

“Don’t get me wrong, Mary Beth is…well, she’s not objectionable or anything, but she’s not…”
My hands were tight around the teacup, the heat radiating on my palms. “She’s not what?”
David tugged at his lapels again before leaning back in his chair. “You.”

This is where the ‘love triangle’ came in. Harper has the guy she’s always wanted. They are perfect together and he is both sweet and kind to her. But what happens when she starts to get even busier and has even less time to spend with him? And how will she explain her new-found appreciation and excessive amount of time spent with David Stark? And what’s worse-what will she do when she realizes that spending time with David isn’t so bad, but in fact fun and like they should have always been friends? She starts to feel butterflies when they are in close proximity whereas her boyfriend doesn’t stir up the emotions he once used to. Maybe they really didn’t ever have that much in common…whereas David and she have been circling each other since Kindergarten through vicious articles, snarky attitudes, and a nasty rivalry that everyone else sees as an underlying attraction. I never really cared for her current boyfriend-it was obvious the author was leading up to something between David and Harper, and I found myself continuously rooting against her guy. He wasn’t mean per se, and he wasn’t whiny, but he definitely was annoying and I could never connect with him. In the end, I did feel bad for him because he does truly love Harper. I wish these authors didn’t feel the need for love triangles so often, but I know life isn’t always perfect and we don’t always get to choose our paths-life throws you unexpected curve balls at every turn and Harper was handling it the best she could.

The letter opener was near the door, so I picked up the nearest weapon I could lay hands on: a stapler.
I lifted it, going for “menacing.” I admit it lacked a certain elegance, but hey. It was worth a shot.
David placed his hand on my arm and pushed it back down.
“What?”
“Just…that’s embarrassing for all of us,” he replied.

I don’t think there was anything wrong with this story except that maybe I would be sitting there reading, and I’d get excited about what could possibly happen in the current scene and then it just wouldn’t happen….sure, that’s part of the surprise, but I still had a level of excitement I was wanting to reach and when the scene didn’t quite reach that far, I did feel a tiny pang of disappointment.

“I was bringing this by to say sorry for yesterday. To both of you,” I added as Saylor moved forward. “You know, for the…the car driving and the recklessness, and the-the grabbing…”
With my free hand I started making this clutching gesture. I was talking about grabbing David’s shirt, but it looked like I was milking a cow.
Or worse.

Overall a really fun, quirky, and action-packed debutante read. I loved the southern drawl and the feeling of a tight-knit community with zaney aunts and an underhanded sense of danger. I enjoyed almost every bit of this story and can’t wait for book two!

BOOK REVIEW – Hex Hall (Hex Hall #1) by Rachel Hawkins

BOOK REVIEW – Hex Hall (Hex Hall #1) by Rachel HawkinsHex Hall (Hex Hall #1)
by Rachel Hawkins
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“You’re just not used to meeting women who don’t fall all over your ass like you’re in a boy band or something,” I said when our laughter had subsided a little.
I’d turned back to my essay, so I had to look up when I realized he hadn’t answered me.
He was looking at me with a small smile, a strange glint in his eye. “So why didn’t you?”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, according to you, women are always falling all over me. So why didn’t you?…”

This is one of those stories where it was very good and very entertaining, but I’m not quite sure what to say. There were so many characters and so many situations that I don’t think I could adequately identify everything that made this book so special. I think my favorite thing about this author, though, is her ability to make a gravid situation appear lighter than it actually is and to add humor to every scene.

It’s nice to be involved in a world where everything isn’t as serious or angsty as other books in the genre are. It’s almost like taking a vacation.

I tugged at the hem of my brand-new Hectate Hall-issue blue plaid skirt (kilt? Some sort of bizarre skirt/kilt hybrid? A skilt?) and wondered why a school in the middle of the Deep South would have wool uniforms.

Sophie is a witch who is trying to live among the humans-forever trying to fit in and always doing the wrong thing-thus landing her in Hectate Hall, a school for the wayward witches, warlocks, shifters, and what-have-you that have done something wrong in society that has drawn attention to them personally. Hectate Hall is also, in a way, a safe haven. Because the main goal of all the witches and such is to stay under the radar-there are elite groups designed to hunt and take down these otherworldly folk, and using their magic publicly draws a big neon sign showing ‘they do exist!’ and that leads to massacre. Humans wouldn’t be able to handle the knowledge that they live among magical beings and that is also a stimulant for why they must never know about Sophie and those like her.

She shook her head, her pink stripe falling in front of one eye. “Just thinking. Man, Sophie, it’s only your first day and you’ve already befriended the school outcast, pissed off the most popular girls at Hectate, and developed a full-blown thing for the hottest guy. If you can manage to get detention tomorrow, you’ll be like, legendary.”

I liked all the characters and how they were represented in this book. Each character had a little cliche to them, but not in a tired way. We had the mean girls, the outcast, the teacher out to get everyone, the hot, mysterious bad boy, and the new girl. I think it goes without saying that I loved our bad boy and new girl the best (along with her vampire best friend who was AWESOME), but in a cast of supporting characters, these guys were all pretty fun to follow.

…But then Archer’s hand tightened on my waist, and Jenna slid completely from my mind.
I looked up to see him studying me intensely with an expression I’d never seen before. Well, one he’d never directed at me before.
“She was right,” he murmured.
“About what?” I said, and my voice didn’t even sound like mine. It was low and breathy.
“I did want to spend the ball with you.”

Archer is your typical bad boy, but there is something extremely sweet and intriguing about him. Sophie is labeled an outcast because of who her father is, and more than that, she is the new girl, but at no time does Archer treat her rudely or unlike anyone else at the school-some might say he showed affectionate feelings towards her when no one else would give her the time of day. But along with his snarky and personable jibes and conversations with Sophie, he also has a mysterious side to him. We don’t quite know everything there is to know about him and it shines through in certain instances leaving us wondering if there is more than we are seeing.

In fact, the more time we spent cataloguing in the cellar or blocking each other’s elbows in Defense, the more I began to suspect that my crush might be deepening into something else, something that I really didn’t want to put a name to. It wasn’t just that he was hot-although, believe me, that was definitely part of it-it was the way he ran his fingers through his hair. The way he looked at me like I was actually interesting to talk to. The way his eyes lit up when he laughed at my jokes. Hell, that he laughed at my jokes.

All in all a very fun and refreshing take on the paranormal side of things. This author is on my radar and I have now read two books by her that have been home runs in my eyes. I think I will always consider reading a book by Hawkins if ever I need a good laugh and fun story-there aren’t many authors I can go to for light, funny reads that don’t have a large cheese-factor lodged into the story (as I mentioned in my Rebel Belle review by same author). So now I will continue through the second book (already 50% in) and see where this series takes me-I can only hope that I get more and more of that not-so-bad boy I love so much-I just can’t get enough!

BOOK REVIEW – Demonglass (Hex Hall #2) by Rachel Hawkins

BOOK REVIEW – Demonglass (Hex Hall #2) by Rachel HawkinsDemonglass (Hex Hall #2)
by Rachel Hawkins
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He laughed softly. “I can’t see you, but I have a feeling you’re cute when you’re jealous, Mercer.”

Well, damn!
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I must say….one minute I was getting very, very bored, and the next, I was gasping and covering my mouth with one hand due to the dramatic occurrences unraveling before me. I think this is one of those situations where, while the second book was super good, it lacked a little of my favorite character….and let me correct you before you make unfair assumptions-I am not that girl who rates based on whether the male lead is wholly present or not (see above^^^^^my rating is clear), but if the story can’t stand on it’s own, that’s when I will squeal about the lack of that male presence.

I have to say that I abhor when certain reviewers rate lowly due to lack of the male lead-you know who you are-and don’t base the rating solely on the story’s merit or action. If you are one of these people, that’s okay! It’s your right, but I will not trust your reviews as they are…there is more to a story than *gasp* a hot dude. Now, even on my profile it says I will give any book with a ‘smidgen of romance’ a try-and maybe that makes me biased-but that’s my prerogative…take it or leave it.

For the first time in a long time, I let myself remember Archer, really remember him. His brown eyes and slow smile. His laugh, and how I felt when I was with him. How his voice sounded when he called me “Mercer.” The way he had kissed me.

I don’t know why I felt I needed to say that above. Maybe it’s to defend this particular book’s honor against some of the negative reviews it received, or maybe it’s because too many of my favorite books and/or series have been bashed and rated poorly because the male is not present. Well, it’s bullshit, and too many excellent and expertly written novels get bashed all because of the ‘second book formula’. It’s that damn routine where something epic happens at the end of book one (or, hey. NEAR the end) and then we see minimal guy time in the next. It almost always happens in trilogies, as far as I’ve seen, and it is a tad aggravating that it inevitably seems to occur frequently, but I also kind of like it in a weird, messed up way.

“It just seems like overkill when you already have a dagger and I have superpowerful magic at my disposal.”
“Superpowerful?” He stood up, a gold chain dangling from his fingers. “Let me remind you of two words, Mercer: Bad. Dog.

I was one of those (before GR, B.G., if you will) that read the sappy, inevitable HEA, cliche, cookie-cutter, and overdone romances that are so common these days. Maybe that’s why I cringe when someone asks me to read a NA with no paranormal or dystopian or even a little fantasy in it-I NEEEEED that peril, I NEEEEEED that action, I NEEEED some angst and kick-ass situations. I’ve read all the cookie-cutters, bring on the pain. Anyways, wow, this is turning into a impromptu bio, that is why I have grown tolerant, if not a little fond, of male absences or sticky situations where the hero/heroine are separated for a time because, well, I’ve found that absence, both in real life and even more so in books, makes the heart grow fonder.

…I turned away, but he reached out and caught my wrist.
I could feel my pulse hammering under his fingers. “Mercer, that day in the cellar…” He searched my face, and I could sense him struggling for what he wanted to say. Then finally, “I didn’t kiss you back because I had to. I kissed you because I wanted to.” His eyes dropped to my lips, and it was like the whole world had shrunk to just me and him and the shaft of light between us. “I still want to,” he said hoarsely.

So, I think it’s quite clear what I’m trying to say here-there were definitely some moments where Archer was severely missed and I was a tad bored by the story, but in no way did it hinder my love for this series and it only made the story that much better when he was in it. That’s what happens when the author chooses to separate the leads-it makes the story stronger when they are reunited.

…”Let me guess,” I hissed, nodding at the chain. “Something else you stole from Hex Hall.”
He pushed himself to his feet. “Guilty.”
“Where the heck was I while you were playing Grand Theft Cellar?”

I believe it goes without saying that I adore Archer and everything Archer-ly inclined, so I will just say that he is, if possible, sweeter, hotter, and even more endearing in book two-quite swoon-worthy I must say. And then there’s Jenna, her vampire best friend. I didn’t love her as much, but in the end, when it mattered most, she came through and was supportive of her best friend and that’s what mattered most. It warmed my heart and brought me back to her side…not that I was ever on the opposite.

He shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. I wish we weren’t like this. You know, demon, demon-hunter. I wish I’d met you in a normal high school, and taken you on normal dates, and like, carried your books or something.” Glancing over at me, he squinted and asked, “Is that a thing humans actually do?”

And finally-the elephant in the room that is a love triangle. I do believe this was a baby one, not even to really be considered, but I have to put it out there and shelve it thusly. We have a new contender, kind of, for Sophie’s heart, and while he is both sweet and kind and even a tad smexy, he is not Archer-no contest. I’m even going to go so far as to say that I bet you know who this not-so-mystery man is, but as it is, I won’t mention him further.

It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and it’s over, and then bam. One little thing and you feel like you’ve lost that person all over again.

(I SWEAR that is SUCH a coincidence that this quote was one of the chosen ones lmao-I rarely use the word bam-must have been fate)

A great read, if a little dull at times, and then a BAM-tastic ending. I love when they are crazy and out of the blue-no one is safe, and no one sees it coming. Those are the absolute best endings and they offer so much more than the prophesied or predictable endings-those are good sometimes, too, but they just aren’t as…BAM. I don’t know how else to say it lol. You’re walking down the street, minding your own business…then BAM! Bus? lol (Friends shout out muahaha) So yeah. If you loved or even liked the first book, you’ll likely adore this one if you give it time to marinate and progress-I often find the best books have the most ‘killer’ endings, don’t ya think?

“Cross,” I started to say, but then his eyes slid past me and went wide with horror. At the same time, I became aware of a slithering noise behind me. That just could not be good; in my experience, nothing pleasant slithers.
Still, I was not prepared for the nightmares climbing out of the crater.

BOOK REVIEW – Maybe Someday by Colleen Hoover

BOOK REVIEW – Maybe Someday by Colleen HooverMaybe Someday by Colleen Hoover
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Nothing in my life has ever felt so good yet hurt so achingly bad.

*Takes deep breath* Okaaaaayyy…this is not going to be a popular review. It isn’t going to gush about everything good Colleen Hoover does, because I don’t find I connect with her as an author like everyone else on the planet does, it isn’t going to mention how much I sobbed throughout the entirety of the novel because of how unfair life is, because I didn’t shed a tear, and it isn’t going to impress many of you-and I’m okay with that. Maybe I will forever be the black sheep when it comes to this author, but as far as I can tell, I always give her more than a fair chance when I pick up her novels.

I did find many parts I truly, truly enjoyed, but there was just so much that bothered me that I can’t say it was a complete success-but it was probably my favorite story by her to date…even if I gave more stars to a couple of her other works, none gave me the feelings this story did, and it’s all because of one person: Ridge.

It’s crazy how being held by someone for just a few minutes can forever change how it feels not to be held by him. The second he releases his hold on you, it suddenly feels as if a part of you is missing. I guess he feels it, too, which is why he wants me near him.

I want to point out something very important right up front-I cannot even begin to fathom where she came up with the idea for this story. It had originality stamped all over it. I can’t say why. And I can’t say how. What I can say, is that while I could see the plot twists coming a mile away, you as a reader most likely won’t be the same after you finish this book. Of that I will assure you. What bothers me, though, is that I feel Hoover thinks up these awesome, original ideas, but then I always am left in the dark as to how everyone loves what she puts on paper-the ideas are all there. They are magnificent ideas….but I never feel this deep emotional connection like everyone else does. It bothers me profusely because I want to be moved. I want to bawl my eyes out. But I just don’t think Hoover executes her well thought out plans in a way that threads and connects my soul to the story. It’s hard to explain-I’ll get excited about her plot twists, and I’ll even start to become as skeptical as to believe this might be the winner she produced just for me….and then it falls flat. Not the amazing characters. Not the amazing ideas-the story line. It just drags on…and on….and on….and it takes forever to reach a forgone and inevitable solution and conclusion-it just drags out. And the thing is, I REALIZE that if it was too short, it would be labeled an abrupt ending and that for a novel to truly come full circle it needs time to build up to the finale. But when the story builds up to a finale five times again and again, it starts to become skim city for me. And I hate that. I hate when a story is going well for me and then shit just repeatedly gets drug out. But that, like many will probably say, is just me.

I don’t understand my sudden obsession with staring at her, but I can’t seem to stop. She’s several feet away. We aren’t touching. We aren’t speaking. She isn’t even looking at me. Yet the simple fact that I’m staring at her makes me feel incredibly guilty, as if I’m doing something wrong. Staring is harmless, so why do I feel so guilty?

As I mentioned above, I also guessed all the twists of the story after fifteen pages. I would have loved to have been blind for more than an eighth of the story, but even with that, the twists, I feel, are what I believe Hoover thought were the bread and butter of the story-I just felt like that was ALL the story leaned on. I didn’t much like the writing of music. It was cute, but I didn’t love hearing about it every other page….I KNOW. Why did I read this then, especially after I hated Slammed because of all the poetry writing and such? Well, my friend asked me to, so I agreed. It’s as simple as that. I guess even more than the music writing, I disliked how she ‘told’ us instead of showed us…the whole book was like that from page one. I’m not sure if it’s BECAUSE of the plot twists or just the way this author mapped out this particular story, but I was shocked to see she did that in this novel….I don’t remember her ever doing it in her other works, but maybe that’s why I’ve never fallen in love with her writing style…but that doesn’t explain why everyone else loves her, so it might just be this particular work-clearly I’m not the person to ask on that particular matter.

God, I hate feelings. Or I hate my conscience. The two are constantly at war, and I’m not sure which one I’d rather turn off.

I think it’s time to talk about the characters…and I’ll start with Sydney-quite frankly, I never once connected with her and found her to be very boring. Her inner dialogue drove me insane and I think that’s another common thread for me-I never fall in love with her female leads. I haven’t liked Lake (Slammed), What’s her face (I’m thinking Sky?) from Hopeless, and now I can add Sydney to that list. They just are not characters I’ve fallen in love or can identify with, and I don’t know why. The only characters I liked were Warren, Ridge, and, ultimately, Maggie. But, hey! I still rooted for Sydney, so let’s keep that in perspective-I’m loyal.

He folds his arms across his chest and pouts.
“Is sweet little Warren pouting?” I lean forward and wrap my arms around him, and he tries to shove me off. I climb on top of him and kiss his cheek, and he starts hitting me in the arm, trying to pull away from my grasp. I laugh and let go of his face, then look up at Sydney, who just walked into the room. She’s staring at us. Warren slides his hand up my thigh and lays his head on my shoulder. I reach up and pat his cheek while we both stare up at her, straight-faced. She shakes her head slowly and walks back into her bedroom.
-Ridge’s perspective

I think it goes without saying that Ridge is and was what held my attention and what got this story no less than 3.5 stars. I loved, adored, cherished his character. I really and truly loved this guy. He was sweet, kind, caring and he was very selfless. He made mistakes, but he fought those mistakes with every ounce of his being. I connected with his character more than any other in this book-I just wanted more more more of him at all times. And I think the reason he shined so much was because, as a character, he was the only person who was interesting no matter what happened. He was the only person I thought about when I put the book down. And, as much as I hate to say it-probably the biggest reason I resonated with him was (view spoiler)It was the closest to tears I came the whole book-oh, and when (view spoiler) That was probably what bumped up the rating, if I’m being honest-in the end, I couldn’t rate any lower than that because with Ridge’s simple act, it touched my soul. And I did love that part of the story-it was as close to tears as this story got me-it broke my heart.

She reaches her hands up to my neck and lightly places her palms against my skin, then slowly eases her fingers up and into my hair. Having her so close feels as though we’ve created our own personal space, and nothing from outside our world can make it’s way in, and nothing from inside our world can make its way out.-Ridge

And finally-the reason I didn’t give 3 or 4 stars along with the three and a half stars-This book, to me, was a three star from the beginning. I never was truly engrossed and was convinced that, at most, I’d give this 3.5 stars…but then about 3/4 through I fell HARD for Ridge for reasons above and couldn’t justify only giving a solid three star. At that point, it was four star worthy. But then, again, the story slowed down and as mentioned above, it took forever to reach what we all knew was coming, and so in all fairness to me, as a reader, I couldn’t give this a solid four. So, here sits the most accurate rating I can give to portray my array of emotions throughout the story. I couldn’t be any fairer than 3.5 stars, so I won’t plaster any permanent stars-I was both pleased and disappointed that it reached this-pleased that it was better than I thought, and disappointed that it wasn’t stronger like it could have been.

I never realized how powerful desire could be. It consumes every part of you, enhancing your senses by a million. When you’re in the moment, it enhances your sense of sight, and all you can do is focus on the person in front of you. It enhances your sense of smell, and suddenly, you’re aware of the fact that his hair has just been washed and his shirt is fresh out of the dryer. It enhances your sense of touch and makes your skin prickle and your fingertips tingle, and it leaves you craving to be touched. It enhances your sense of taste, and your mouth becomes hungry and wanting, and the only thing that can satisfy it is the relief of another mouth in search of the same.

I don’t know what more to say, really. This story both touched and moved me, but all in all I wanted WAY more. But as I said, I couldn’t say I either hated or loved-I was, amazingly, somewhere in the middle. I will never forget Ridge, and I most likely won’t forget this story, but it still didn’t reach me in the way I hoped it would, so I guess this, again, makes me fickle. Shocker.

BOOK REVIEW – We Were Liars by E. Lockhart

BOOK REVIEW – We Were Liars by E. LockhartWe Were Liars by E. Lockhart
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The four of us Liars, we have always been. We always will be.

I really don’t even know what to say when it comes to this book. In so many ways it had everything I have grown to adore in storytelling-a mysterious, not-as-it-seems story line, characters you never know if you can trust, beautiful, poetic writing, and overall just a vastly different way of delivering inevitable blows: slow, one-two punches to the gut. But with all this being said, there is one truth I can tell you about this story:
Everything I hate in a book, is this book.
Weird, isn’t it? How there can be so many things I love about a book, but more that I hate? I do so love a turn of phrase. 😉

It doesn’t matter if one of us is desperately, desperately in love.
So much
in love
that equally desperate measures
must be taken.

See, I have this fatal flaw where I literally feel guilty for rating a book low. Even now as I type out my reasons for rating this thusly, I feel guilty. But one thing I can say with absolute certainty is that when I clicked the 2 stars, it felt right. I have rated a few books that are written poorly with a shitty story-line 2 stars and in other books rated them 3 even though my feelings merited a 2 star rating. I feel that if a book is written well and I just didn’t love, it doesn’t deserve to be so low as a two: But I’ve found the exception. I can’t give this more than a two. I’m known to overrate for books that most likely don’t deserve it and STILL can’t give this more than two stars. The writing was beautiful and spectacular and the story was masterfully woven…but I felt like shit for every minute of it. I felt horrible and sad and depressed and, sure, I was so excited to see what the end was and, yes, I had been right in some of my assumptions, but I feel that while the end was awesome, this is a case where the end doesn’t justify the means.

“Do not accept an evil you can change.”

I wasn’t satisfied. I felt even more deflated, in fact. And more than that, the liars weren’t such bad liars. Whatever the fuck that means. View Spoiler »

One day I looked at Gat, lying in the Clairmont hammock with a book, and he seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.

I’m sorry to bring other books into this, but I am just so damn anal about what people think of me and my rating system. Ultimately, I want you, my GR friends, to see my reviews and be like, ‘Yeah, I trust what she’s saying and I can relate-she’s not being a total bitch for no reason.’ And I think if people can put into perspective my crazy method of thinking, it will help them to understand that while this one didn’t work for me, it might possibly work for them. So, here is a comparison where the reviews are mixed and I was entirely fair in my rating-View Spoiler » is the book I’ll compare. Now, I knew something horrific was coming in the aforementioned book, and, Hell, I was very damn depressed as I read, but I loved and enjoyed the story and the beautiful and vivid writing. It worked for me because, in my mind, the end did justify the means. Like….it was all built up and nobody wanted anything bad to happen, but you just knew deep in your bones something bad was coming, but at the end of it all…..did you or didn’t you enjoy the story? Did you enjoy the ride? Were there also enjoyable parts, or MORE enjoyable than disdainful ones? Did the story as a whole work for you?? It did. And that, my friends, is where WWL lost me. I don’t like to pay for depression-we get enough of that with the news, thank you.

She made me act normal. Because I was. Because I could.

I can’t really talk about this book. There isn’t a way to do so. But what I will say is, I bet this will be a spectacular movie. Honestly. And, most assuredly, I will likely be first in line to go see it. How does this make sense, you ask? Well…lemme explain. Look, it’s awesome that this book was all twisty and suspenseful and we didn’t know what was going on, but reading it was like stabbing my gut with knives at every twist and turn-in a movie, it plays out quicker and I won’t have to read all her inner depressing thoughts and instead it will be played out on-screen much more dramatically and….I don’t know. That hardly makes sense-but to me, it makes all the sense in the world-I’d rather watch the horrid truth that is this book on screen than ever have to lay eyes on this book again. In this case-the movie will be far superior to the book, in my humble opinion. And no, I didn’t rate this so lowly to make a statement-sometimes, you just don’t gel with books. I completely missed the boat on this one.

Maybe, maybe.
If only, if only.

And most importantly, why would I try to explain what this book is about?
It’s all a lie, isn’t it??

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