Objectively I can say this was not a terrible book, but I sure had a terrible time slogging through it--repetitious, wordy, and redundant, my English Comp. teacher would say under her red C-. I really found nothing to like about these boring, poorly developed, unpleasant stereotypes (pushy control freak, selfish and avoidant Peter Pan, even more selfish and mechanical ice princess, and insecure and caustic prick) and felt nothing for them, least of all any romantic chemistry. I really couldn't care about them or where the story went, just so it went and I could get out of there and on to a less wordy and more engrossing book. Too bad it took me forever to push myself through it. For me, for a romance to work the obstacles keeping the lover's apart must work and in this book they surely did not. Nothing characters living empty lives, with nothing obstacles that couldn't have been dealt with in a few hundred fewer pages, but the nothingness went on and on and on...