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423 pages, Hardcover
First published October 7, 2014
I realize that it’s my stupid rich-girl upbringing screwing me over, but I’d still rather buy one tray of high-grade sushi and starve for the rest of the week than eat fourteen 7-Eleven cheese dogsOverall: not the worst book I've ever read, but it was overwhelmingly boring, with a character whose whininess and self-pity can rival the best (or worst) of Bella Swan, and a love interest that makes me want to run flying into the arms of darling Edward.
...nothing but a drunk sack of dumbAnd...
...a murderer [who] spun it around so he was the wounded one.No, I didn't like this book much because:
Leaving Key West with nothing but a stolen mandolin and my passport was stupid. I see that now.She was born a rich girl, and so that just sets the stage for failure already. Jane doesn't think anything through. She spends the book whining "Oh, I know I should have _________ but instead I'm just going to __________ even if I know I should have done ___________ instead. Sigh. Woe is me.
His fake Spanish accent makes me want to claw his face, but I don’t want to get close enough for him to grab me again.Neither of the love interests in this book are anything to be desired. I mean, out of the two, I might even be tempted to pick statutory-rapist murderer over drunken-drug-addled playboy.
“You’re the one who upset me,” I spit. Suddenly every emotion is funneled into my disgust for Marcel. “You made me sound like a paid escort.”He manipulates her, he goads her.
He snorts. “I’m sorry, you’re not?”
He snorts, and a wild, cruel look takes over his face. “And what would you do if I dropped it in the pool?”In the first 60% of the book, there is nary a single moment when I felt anything but utter contempt for that overwhelming thundercunt. He is sexist, he is so my-shit-don't-stink, and he probably thinks it's true, considering the fact that he is going to be the heir to a soap empire. Don't let that fool you. Squeaky clean Marcel ain't.
"You have retail sexpot written all over you.”I wanted to kick him in the balls.
I glare at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Chill out. It’s a compliment.”




~Thank you Katherine Tegen for sending me this copy!~
