**WARNING** Mild ranting up ahead. Read at your own risk.
Yesterday, I was hopping merrily away in the blogging world when I stumbled upon a post by Livre D’ Amour. She listed some of the books that she couldn’t finish for her own personal reasons. And jolly, ol’ me – being the most unoriginal, uncreative person on this side of the equator, decided to follow in her footsteps and come up with some of my own.
The gist of the review: I cannot be sympathetic to girls who fall in love with boys who treat them like rags. Also, the characters in this book are people that I pretty much cannot stand in real life. Edie’s obsession with Dylan the jerk astounds me. This guy treats her like dirt but she keeps coming back for more. If they were a real life couple, I see the beginnings of an abusive relationship.
“I’m sorry. I can’t force myself any longer. I just…no. The feedback on this book is mostly good and here I sit thinking that I’m reading a different novel. Perhaps the story will get better but I just can’t continue. Something about a group of teenagers sitting in a circle, passing a flask and playing NEVER HAVE I EVER (on a ski trip, no less!) makes me want to gouge my eyes with a dull knife…”
There was just something about the above scenario that felt like I was reading a fan fiction instead of a book in which I paid money for. I know I stopped at page 114 so if I were to feel generous one day or if I ever ran out of reading materials, I just might give this book another go.
For some people, an INFODUMP is something that hinders them from enjoying a book. Well, Mistwood is a book that probably could’ve used a truckload of information, in my opinion. I felt like I was dropped in the middle of a story and had to figure out how everything started. In the end, though, the lack of the characters’ personalities couldn’t make me finish this. I was lost and confused half the time and uncaring for the other half. I can honestly say that among this list, Mistwood is the only one who didn’t make me want to inflict pain to the characters. Sure they were the unemotional sort – but they didn’t make me livid as the rest of the books that are on this list.
“This book bored me and confused me. I feel like there should’ve been a book before this to explain everything else. The author bombards you with events from the past that failed to explain what was happening in the present. There’s about a hundred pages left to this book and I can’t summon to urge to find out what happens to the Shifter and Rokan.”
If the person you claim was your soulmate, gave his life just so you could be human again, would you at least shed one tear? instead, she honored his memory by falling in love with another character in a span of minutes.”