readingwithcats's review
lighthearted
reflective
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
2.0
My string of meh to terrible reads continues… Here we have Naomi Peters who goes from introverted and responsible to selfish, lying twat at warp speed after meeting Dylan McKay Russo and his “mysterious” earring. Oh, and did I mention that Dylan is a poet? (Because *of course* he is.) Here, have a sample:
“When you leave,
I grow as empty as a children’s zoo
in a blizzard.”
*dies* ☠️
“When you leave,
I grow as empty as a children’s zoo
in a blizzard.”
*dies* ☠️
huligari's review
5.0
Picture this: a girl inherits a ton of YA romance novels when her older cousin moves out of grandma's house. She's wide-eyed and book-starved. She's never had that many books thrown at her before. What does she do? She reads them all and rationalizes it later in life, like what I'm doing now lmao
So yeah, I did go through a YA phase, and it was through these books! I'm old and crusty but that doesn't mean I never felt the mushiness of ~first love~, kids. I went through all that and THIS BOOK WAS WITNESS TO IT ALL.
Naomi was basically me. I related to her so much back then - all brains (with a secret passion for the stage), on track to a top university, taller than most boys - the only difference was she had a Dylan.
And DYLAN. TALL PALE BEAUTIFUL SENSITIVE BAD BOY DYLAN WITH THE MOTORCYCLE. I suppose I could blame him for some anomalies in my life, i.e. my 14 year old teenage crush on Sirius Black despite him being an oldass thirty something, and my seriously scary?? all-consuming lust for Fenris when I've only backseat played DA2.
Ok, so maybe I did audition for that disastrous Midsummer Night's Eve production in high school slightly hoping that there was a Dylan? (There wasn't. Found new friends though.)
Anyway, I think I need to reread this solid 90s masterpiece just for old time's sake.
So yeah, I did go through a YA phase, and it was through these books! I'm old and crusty but that doesn't mean I never felt the mushiness of ~first love~, kids. I went through all that and THIS BOOK WAS WITNESS TO IT ALL.
Naomi was basically me. I related to her so much back then - all brains (with a secret passion for the stage), on track to a top university, taller than most boys - the only difference was she had a Dylan.
And DYLAN. TALL PALE BEAUTIFUL SENSITIVE BAD BOY DYLAN WITH THE MOTORCYCLE. I suppose I could blame him for some anomalies in my life, i.e. my 14 year old teenage crush on Sirius Black despite him being an oldass thirty something, and my seriously scary?? all-consuming lust for Fenris when I've only backseat played DA2.
Ok, so maybe I did audition for that disastrous Midsummer Night's Eve production in high school slightly hoping that there was a Dylan? (There wasn't. Found new friends though.)
Anyway, I think I need to reread this solid 90s masterpiece just for old time's sake.
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