Oh, my... Am I really going to be the unpopular opinion? I can't believe the amount of five stars this is getting. Is there something wrong with my copy of the book or something? Because I found it infuriatingly ridiculous. It was like reading a bad-written soap opera. Despite all the forced drama that gathered in piles and piles I laughed trough this thing.
And I just kept wondering if the editor of this book hit his head or something. There were so many mistakes:
"The perfection description of how I'm feeling right now" <-This is from page one. PAGE ONE.
"No matter how selfish I want I am."
"Do you think that less of me?"
And so on... A LOT of them.
Now, the story... For starters, Fabble (Yes, Fabble) describes herself as a walking, talking cliché more than once. I agree. This whole thing is such a big fat sappy cliché.
And the stereotypes. O. M. G.
Let's start by jealousy being so hawt. Are you for real? Mad jealousy IS NOT HOT. Tossing things because he found out you were talking on the phone with other guy? NOT COOL. Not to mention that guy being your little brother. But of course, no one shall dare ask.
Someone forcefull and possesive? NOT COOL. That sort of relationship is not sane. Putting this sort of macho stereotype out there as the standard example of a hot, great guy is sick. You should not want someone like that in your life. Or should I say "Taking control of your life"? Of course, if this is what you feel you need, that's your own prob.
And the barely contained anger? This sort of characters are always so full of it and I'm so tired of this, is this really how you would want your daughter to think? Your sister? Yourself? Letting a guy toss a girl around because he's mad at the world and getting it out on her because, "duh, he needs somewhere to put all that anger" is wrong on so many levels.
And then she goes all "Even though he's taking all his anger and turmoil out on me, this has to be good for him, right?" Wrong. He needs therapy, anger control management, and maybe even a hitman to kill his incredibly stupidly clichéd fucked up stepmother, not shake you and barely contain his anger. And you need to run. But of course, doom will come if they are apart for longer than a couple of hours, and if they spend a day withouth some hawt sex, brace yourselfs. UGH.
I considered titling this review: "Sex fixes it all." Because that's sort of the message this book sends, yes, I get it, I knew how this book was rated concerning that, but my... it bordered on nonsensical. Bad news, sex. Good news, sex. Someone was sad, sex. Someone was happy, sex. Walk, sex. Talk, sex. Someone dies, sex. Someone cries, sex. UGH. There has to be a limit. Oh, and let's not forget the stereotypical 'physical perfection' of both "perfectly round", "incredibly large", and always so very... skilled. My eye-rolling went to saiyan level thanks to this book.
Anyways, I don't really think I need to prove my point further, but let's just finish this up with some lovely quotes.
"All those clichés you read about in books and see on TV or movies, that's me. I am a walking cliché." Yes, you are. So is your boyfriend and your entire world.
"They literally bat their fake eyelashes at the guys and everything. It's pathetic, what attention whores they are." You are such a charming girl.
"Even though whatever she's done with other guys might qualify her as a whore, sex is the farthest thing on my mind when it comes to her." Such a gentleman. And trust me, the no-sex-on-my-mind lasts about three seconds. Tops.
"Is there really a possibility he's a virgin? I know they're out there, but I never figured Drew Callahan for one." Oh, get away from that alien race of people. BEWARE! THERE MIGHT BE VIRGINS AROUND!
Gah, this was stressing. I think there's nonexisting to none chance of me continuing this series. I can betcha it'll end like Beautiful Disaster. But this was way worse.