“I stared at him, speechless. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I had any blood left in me. I felt cold, and warm, excited and scared – all at the same time.”
I struggled with this book – I personally found it to be a frustrating read yet kept hoping it would turn a corner and I really wanted to know what was in those mysterious letters the author seems to be holding hostage… but it just wasn’t happening for me. I couldn’t seem to find anything likable or even enjoyable about the lead character. She was beyond naïve – she was an insipid idiot. She was not at all intriguing, but tediously immature, insecure, ridiculously annoying, and rigid. I experienced whiplash between what she had going on in her head and the contrary dialogue she spewed out. She was obsessed with her sexy hired boyfriend and craved him, but didn’t want him to touch her? Say what? And even when she secretly agrees she has to argue and question every little thing anyone says or does – as if it was a life changing decision – arg – she was exhausting. If those things weren’t enough to chap my ass, it ended with another heinous cliffhanger, without ever seeing those damn coveted letters… Grrr… I want to hit someone!