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OMG. This darn book. I don’t know how I feel about it, whether I LOOOOOOVED it or HAAAAATED it. Two extremes. No middle ground for this book.
This is my (melodramatic) review on Goodreads:
Where do I start. Maybe about how this book completely WRECKED me. Clobbered me on the head at the revelation and then ripped me apart towards the end.
I don’t know if I like this book. On a technical level, it’s perfect. But I’m a sucker for happy endings – or at least, an upbeat and promising one – but this one doesn’t deliver that. Instead, it has made its goblin home inside me and I can’t chase it out. I can’t stop thinking about the characters.
And the thing is, I can’t say what the story’s about without giving anything away. Just know that it’s about a privileged family that tore itself inside out and there is no happy ending.
Excuse me, I need to go weep some more now. I hope you know what you’ve done, Lockhart. *Googles for her other books*
This is SO YA, it practically oozes snark and brashness and wanting and all other traits that teenagers embody.
The narrator is an edgy, smart, feisty girl called Rebecca (though she calls herself Rebel) who goes to live with her straight-laced aunt, uncle and practically-perfect-but-for-her-putrid-personality cousin after her free-spirited mother dies. Rebel is acquainted with goody-two-shoes Kennedy during detention, where they are forced to write a bucket list. The next day, Kennedy dies in an accident, and Rebel takes it upon herself to fulfill Kennedy’s bucket list.
It’s one of those uproariously funny, upbeat, but also poignant. With Rebel’s snarky, engaging voice, you sort of breeze through the book and have to remind yourself to pace yourself so you don’t reach the end so soon. The last time I wanted to hear a character talk so much was when I was reading Catcher in the Rye.
I still love Sam Roth from Shiver, of course. Who could not love the sweet, soulful, sensitive, song-writing, shape-shifting* boy-wolf who folds paper cranes for his girlfriend, writes songs for her, and is funny and loves Rilke? I mean, COME ON.
But Cole St. Clair is something else entirely. Sam may be my ideal type of guy, but Cole threatens to with his restlessness, disregard for the rules, . He’s the guy who can charm the panties off you and knows how to work that to his advantage. Which would make him seriously douche-y and assholic if he weren’t actually a pretty sentimental monogamist at heart.
And since I’d been dying to return to Maggie’s world of Mercy Falls, I fell in love with this book since page one.
What are YOU reading this week? Have a lovely weekend! :0)
* I’ve obviously been afflicted with alliterationisis today.