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302 pages, ebook
First published August 14, 2017
Bear with me.
Have you ever been in an elevator expecting to arrive at the penthouse only to find yourself taken to the basement? No biggie, right?
Anyways, you acquire the additional passenger who-thankfully- steps out on the fifth floor and pretty soon you're on your way.
But, no. Since you forgot to press the PH button when the other guy got on you realize the elevator is descending. To the basement. Again.
*insert expletive*
Except, instead of a lone passenger you get a horde and, wouldn't you know it, they're alighting at each of the 15 floors preceding your destination.
*insert double expletive*
At this point you contemplate forgoing the traitorous metal cube in lieu of the stairs. A good idea, for sure! You do it. And, aha, your destination awaits.
I have a point. I think.
Eventually, you make it to the lofty pie in the sky. Beauty awaits you. A glass enclosed landing with panoramic view.
Take that you SOB metal cube. Muahahahaha
You pry that pesky fire exit door open ( y'all know what I'm talking about) and you alight north of the wall, right into the midst of the Whitewalkers, who-for fucks sake- seem to have been marching toward Westeros for what seems like forever.
RIP, babe.
The Actual Review
Bren and Mason's story is one long arse disappointment. Their story was so pathetically one dimensional, not to mention entirely too predictable, it makes my elevator analogy infinitely more enthralling.
And even I nearly fell asleep while typing it.
Which seems completely apropos since this book bored me to fucking tears.
The dialogue, character development, plot. Everything.
Boredom incorporated.
The Plot
Do not take this as bible though, I've been told I lack emotional intelligence one too many times.
If you avoid things that make you happy for fear of losing them, then you’ll never be truly happy to begin with.”
“I was going to find Bren.
And when I did?
I was sure as shit going to make her mine.”
What I did technically couldn’t be called dating. Unless, of course, he counted my long-term, committed relationship with my friendly bedside vibrator. If that were the case, I’d bet at this point I could petition for common law marriage.
It’s going to sound cheesy, but the fact is, I want a soul mate. Someone who not only loves me, but understands me on my deepest level.
“All you need to do is say yes, Bren. Say yes to taking a chance with me.”