Alright. Here's my two cents on the whole series here cause' I read the whole series in one day (or 6 hours to be more correct). First of all, I'd like to applaud the author because this story surprised the hell out of me. Did not see this one coming. Because despite the horribly dragged out "Ohhhhhhh" or "Daaaamn" or the unneeded "!!??" exclamation marks, the ellipses, the cheesy fairy tale comparison to their reality, the mopey heroine with the low self-esteem. Despite all that, there was a lot of unexpected depth in Lily Ross's first person story-telling. I mean, it was intriguing, definitely engaging the audience in (so, perhaps I can forgive the whole less than formal narrative) and it was, alright, alright, hot. I mostly skip the smut these days because they're always the same thing and even this, I skimmed some of it cause' you beat a horse to death too many times and it's not exciting anymore. But Connor and Lily's passion for each other was like reading twilight all over. Albeit, with a lot more explicit sex. It was just that Edward loved Bella so much that it showed. It affected him so much that it was insanity. This is the same with Connor. It's more subtle. A lot more subtle if you read the third book or was it the fourth book??? See, I hardly kept track. Mostly, cause' there was an honest, genuine, and real character in that book, who I immediately connected with. Damn, that says a lot about me doesn't it? But there were a lot of times I empathized with her like when she was afraid to build her own business, quit her stupid job and start the life she wanted for herself with her own power-- those fears I get daily as I'm going through college trying to get a bachelors. It's a fear ingrained, deeply and to come out of that and do what she did. I could have read more about that if Thorne decided. I mean, who doesn't love success stories? Where that heroine who was so afraid finally let herself out and be independent, strong and just damn incredible?
I sometimes, with a vehemence hated her passionate love for Connor. I mean, their relationship had sparks, fireworks and potential for something even better but to be so gone for a guy who ignores you like that after what happened. Jeez. I would immediately pull away. I wouldn't care if I loved him with my whole life, I would dump him for treating me like something he could just keep around and come back to whenever he wished. Screw that guy. I banged my head against the wall every time she mourned walking away from him because self-respect darling. But then again, I got it. I didn't agree with it but I understood. I think I was Anh at that moment, silently judging, knowing her best friend needed to get over him because this was hurting her and she was so incredible that the jerk who broke Lily's heart didn't deserve her.
But book 5. Jesus Christ, the last book was good. Sebastian's advise was sound and dignified and exactly what I needed. I am a vengeful kind-of female so, when Connor got off lightly from his sentence, I frowned and went: "There we go again." but the awesome part started from the assassination attempt and afterward to the end. Ok, I still needed him to grovel a little bit in my bitter bitter, dark heart but fine, the man risked his life for her. He could be forgiven. And the hospital banter then just made me fall for their relationship again. Theirs and Sebastian and Lily, Johnny and Lily, Johnny and Connor, Sebastian and Connor. It was good okay? I liked reading it. There was wisdom in the things they said. There was much to be learned (which is different from Twilight because in high school, reading that book gave me no inspirations reality-wise). I mean, don't get me wrong, there was a lot of informal language that ticked me off but I've been reading fictionpress or fanfiction work for so long that one more dent in grammar or the way a story is told didn't bother me. Everyone has different ways of telling stories and if being first-person and drawing out words makes the author express her story more genuinely, who am I to complain?
The happy ending was one of the best I've read so far in any romance novel. (Twilight's ending sucked, Divergent was depressing, Mockingjay made me die a little inside, Higgin's and Cruise's stories made me roll me eyes at the cheesiness) so, when wedding bells rang, I was smiling. I was happy. They got through so much together and every step of the way we were there to watch their growing romance bloom. Of course, I was happy. It felt more personal. It felt like my own best friend's marriage.