I don’t think I’ve ever read something so bad.
If there is something I hate with all my heart, it’s when authors make their main character annoyingly insecure and purposeless. Dusty —for God's sake, how can you even name someone like that? As a nickname... maybe, but as her name? Jesus. Well, she is irritating, bland, and stupid. And incredibly indecisive. Sometimes she shows a strong will but then indecision again, I wanted to bitch slap her so much I swear. Her weak personality was understandable at the beginning... you know, because of her trauma (which is very serious) but she never really worked on it. I mean, we don’t see any progress. She never outgrew it, at least not by herself. All the time she was a useless, hesitant bitch with undecided feelings that, forgive my feminism, needed a man to keep going.
Stone— don't even get me started. Again, what’s up with this author and all these lame ass names? Well, “Stone” is just an immature little shit. He’s so moronic, God, what a twat. It was more than obvious that he was not interested in loving her, but oh! Just in the last chapters, he decides that yes, he wants to fall in love with her. BULLSHIT. Bitch, I would’ve dumped his ass. I would’ve murdered HIM.
Now, about the writing. Just... disappointing. The story seemed promising at first, but we see no progress. No surprises, and no connection to the characters. Nothing compelled me to keep reading and if I did finish the book was because I wanted to see how entirely bad this would be. The author didn’t know how to approach the issue here. Everything the story was telling me felt like nonsense, honestly.
1/5 stars.