Last Kiss
This isn’t a romance novel, despite the title and dreamy cover. It’s an odd YA mysteryish novel.
I’m still not sure how I feel about this book. I have a feeling it’s going to be a book that I read several times, but I’m not positive I like it.
I was drawn to Last Kiss because of the blurb mentioned that the main character is a farm kid. There simply aren’t enough novels, especially YA novels that focus on farming. Although farming’s a very minor part of the story, it was nice to read about it.
Characters
The main character, Billy, is a sweet guy who is dealing with a lot. He’s a good guy, but a little dumb, and on more than one occasion I felt a need to swat him upside the head. By biggest issue with Billy is that it felt like the author never fully fleshed him out. One minute he’s a sweet farm kid who loves his dog and seems to have a good head on his shoulders, the next his temper seems just a bit to close to bubbling over. He’s a bit to inconsistent for my taste, something that started a few pages into the novel.
Windy and Billy have been friends forever. The author doesn’t hesitate to show that Windy has a thing for Billy. Billy’s just confused. I think I would have like Windy, but other than to show her attraction to Billy, and that she’s very loyal, the author never fleshed her out enough for me to know her.
With the exception of the sheriff and Lisa the rest of the characters are shadows that flit in and out of the story.
Plot
I liked the plot. Although there were moments when the plot felt forced, as did the actions of the characters, I enjoyed the questions the popped out and how focused Billy was on perusing leads and trying to clear his name. Not once does Last Kiss lose it’s forward momentum or gets bogged down with a secondary storyline.
Writing
I am jealous of Ripslinger’s writing style. He’s a master at using a minimal number of words to paint a lovely picture and did a marvelous job with his action scenes. The only time his writing irritated me was towards the end of the book when he kept using the word march, which simply didn’t fit the way I pictured the scene.
Ending
I love the ending. The world was at peace.