This book has been recommended to me by more than one person so I figured I’d give it a shot. Everyone said how much they just couldn’t put it down. Nick and I went to the movie theater this week and I saw a poster advertising it’s debut on the big screen. It was all over the bookstore when the fourth book came out—quite the buzz, so I thought I’d better dive in. I tried reserving it at the library—I was 104 on the list. I tried another library—207. Blessedly, a co-worker leant me her copy (in exchange for my copy of Skinny Bitch).
I’m on page 7.
I hate this book.
I want to throw it.
The writing style alone is enough to annoy me. I’m trying to give it the benefit of the doubt and realize that the main character is in high school (why then, is she moving from Arizona to Washington? Don’t get me wrong—I’d love to make that move, but not as a high school student.) The detail to which she describes her cars is completely useless…so far. I mean, maybe this 1960-something truck will be a major character (like Christine—another annoying book. Don’t get me started on Stephen King!). I realize that I’m being premature and that’s why I’ve made it to page 7, but as soon as I read the words “I love Phoenix. I love the blistering heat.” I was ready to rip the pages out (can’t do that—it’s not my book.).
I’m going to keep reading. I’ll let you know what happens…