I got to page 64 before I decided I wasn't going to read another page. That's not far into the book, and, like many people, I usually say I have to be at least half-way through the book before I put it away, but I just couldn't force myself to read any more.
I'm actually surprised that I didn't like this book. On paper, it seems exactly the kind of book I would like. The main character is a cold-hearted bitch who does illegal things, all with a sprinkle of romance on top.
But oh my golly, I cannot stand this book. It's mostly because I cannot stand the main character. Instead of creating a bad-ass character that readers can relate to, Kellogg created a ice-cold, crazy sociopath.
Things I don't like about the book and main character:
-Her name, Kick. It sounds like the author picked it to make her seem bad-ass, but it just paints the picture in my head that she'll go around kicking puppies at one point. Judging by her character, I have no doubt that Kick would be just fine kicking puppies.
-The first chapter was the worst. If books had trigger warnings, this one needed it. The person Kick is on the phone with kills himself while they're talking. The entire chapter is about how Kick wishes the guy would end up doing it this time, and she is so relieved when she hears the gun go off.
-Kick goes into the entire story of her past, saying she was raised as "white trash." As far as I'm concerned, she still is white trash. She upgraded her lifestyle, she didn't reform it.
-She's a thief. Normally, I would say I'm okay with thieves. I'm okay with assassins and thieves and mobsters (fictional, of course). But there is no honor whatsoever in Kick's thieving. The one scene I did read where she pilfered expensive jewels was so gross. Not literally, but figuratively.
-The love interest. Actually, this guy seemed okay. I mean, on paper he's the trashiest celebrity that ever lived but that's a common set-up in fictional series. But he wasn't a sociopath, he learned from his mistakes, and he fulfilled the role of his assigned character with poise. That was enough for me to like him. To like him with Kick though? Don't make me laugh.
I keep thinking, "Well, maybe it's because I started reading it late at night and I was really tired that I didn't like this book." But no. I'm not going to pick it up again. Kick is not someone I would want to spend my time with in real life, so I'm not going to read her fictional story.