A book where basically nothing happens and the couple circles around one another until they finally admit their feelings!
When I first picked up this book, I wasn't really sure what I expected, and I suppose, what I expected was not what I found myself reading. After several chapters, I realised that nothing had really happened, and we were still stuck on the same two minutes of interaction between the two leads.
Nevertheless, I don't want to give this book a rake across the coals; a punishment it does not deserve. Despite my countless issues with this book, I want to say what I liked about it first - which shouldn't take too long. It was a well-written book, with weirdly structured chapters, and I enjoyed the relationship between Kendall and Vincent. They displayed many moments of pure, romantic chemistry, and I was there for it. Much of the interactions between the two of them were fire, and what I wanted from this book.
Unfortunately, when the two of them went off on their own, and the characters were given time to think things over, that's when everything started to fall apart between them. There were a few moments where the lead character seemed to just make up scenarios in her head and create strange arguments against her relationship with Vincent, which almost made her completely unlikeable. The fact that it was first person meant that there was little break from Kendall's inner monologue, and her constant need to run away from any kind of commitment to the guy she had been making out a few pages earlier. However, the book weirdly addressed this and became strangely meta at moments, almost breaking the fourth wall and talking about how bad these certain types of narrative were, and how every book trope that the author put in was basically the trashiest way of moving through a novel.
If the author knows it's a bad trope, why did you throw it in there?
I was so glad to finish this book, and I was thankful that I could walk away from it. Although I did enjoy reading it at first, after a while, it became repetitive and laughably frustrating. Until you realise that actually nothing happened, and one minor plot point occurred throughout the whole book, then it just becomes enraging.
Reading is not just an interest, it's a lifestyle. But my opinions over certain novels are spilling out and the seams, and I don't want my voice to just fill the bookish spaces of my room. They need to be heard, and I want them to be shared.
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