ARC kindly provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Oy vey! What a train wreck!
This book had a couple redeeming moments, but overall it was a mess! Things it had going for it:
1. It knows it’s cheesy so it’s easier to accept it.
2. The first half of the book was somewhat entertaining.
3. The funeral scene actually made me cry.
4. I didn’t have to put it on my “stupid character names” shelf.
5. I didn’t have to put it on my “more gray eyes” shelf.
6. See 4 and 5. THANK JESUS.
But other than that, it’s off the rails ridiculous:
The book just launches into the buildup. We read 2 letters between Shane and Brooke before Brooke is full on in love with him and imagining all kind of crazy, stalkerish scenarios. She’s suddenly in love with him and they know each other SO well, but we don’t see any of this happen. The book skips over all of the get to know you. I think this was a really bad decision on the author’s part. I don’t believe in these two at all. In fact, they are LITERALLY the worst couple I have ever read about. I have never, ever read about two people who are more wrong for each other than these two, but I’ll get to that later. If we’d been privy to their developing relationship, I might have been able to get on board.
Shane immediately rubbed me the wrong way when he takes Brooke to his hotel room and immediately starts to feel her up. This is after she tells him she doesn’t want to get physical. He puts so much pressure on her that she ends up doing THAT for him. It was really off putting. No means no, unless you can convince her to do it anyway? Kind of rape-y. I should mention that this is all taking place in the fracking prologue.
Shane and Brooke are the worst couple in the history of literature. They are the most wrong for each other that two people can possibly be. Not because of their families, or where they live, or socioeconomic statuses, but because they both suck.
Brooke is one of the most annoying heroines ever. She nags and nags and nags and wants to help, help, help. If roles were reversed and a MAN did the things Brooke does to Shane, it would be despicable and sexist, but since Brooke is a female, it’s okay for her to do when he says don’t and help when he says he doesn’t need it. Seriously, back off, Brooke. Sometimes people need to do things for themselves. They don’t need your help and “don’t know it” or are “too stubborn to accept it.” People want to be independent. Brooke is ridiculously annoying and disrespectful to Shane throughout this entire book.
Shane is an asshole. There’s no other way to put it. You were injured at war and you have PTSD, I get it, but you don’t get to treat people like shit because you’re sad. Shane gave me whiplash. One second he’s nice, the next he’s being a total dick. He was awful to Brooke. She should have left his ass over and over again, but she didn’t because she’s a doormat. He would get angry at Brooke and tell her how he was going to take her “rough against a wall” or whatever and I think it was meant to be sexy, but it was really predatory and gross. When this happened, instead of calling a cab and leaving his ass, Brooke would excuse it by saying something like He’s grieving the loss of his friend […] he’s in pain and obviously still recovering from severe traumatic injuries. NO. THIS DOES NOT MAKE IT OKAY FOR HIM TO EMOTIONALLY ABUSE YOU.
The book was also kind of preachy. In chapter 3 Brooke launches into this long diatribe about the responsible internet use and cyber-bulling. I felt like I was talking to a school principal.
Some of the language the author uses to describe things that were supposed to be sexy made me want to die of second hand embarrassment. “Let me feel your please” and Brooke’s “mons?” NO. I mean seriously, WTF is “mons?” I know you guys are all googling it right now.
I’m not sure where this title came from (Or maybe I am? Doesn’t Lucas say that to Jacqueline in Easy?), but this book was angst x infinity. Nothing about their love was easy and I wish it was harder and they’d moved to opposite poles and never spoken again.