I had like 30 fucking pages left of this book and I just COULD NOT. AND I AM SO MAD.

Congrats, Abby Jimenez, for potentially writing the worst female character to ever exist.

I liked this book for the first half. I swooned a few times! It was cute, it was fun, I was having a great time. AND THEN. Enter, stage left, the miscommunication trope, aka the laziest writing trope to ever exist, which was jammed in to 100+ more pages of useless, non-essential stuff that did nothing but give the author a dozen different ways to say 'oh but he/she definitely doesn't like me back so I guess I'll just be sad'. Do you know what would have solved this problem? A SINGLE CONVERSATION. And I know that because it happens on page 330. Every single time the author vomited up another 'but we can't be together' I wanted to throw the book out of the window. IT DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER.

Briana is awful. I wanted to slap her - and she was fine in the first half of this book. Likeable, enjoyable, I could understand her! And then, because of one overheard conversation, she determines that this guy she's fake dating is still in love with his ex despite every single sign pointing to the contrary. And she just accepts that as 100% true despite the fact that it's just an assumption her brain has made up and for over 100 pages (rip trees you deserved better), she continues to believe that until the MMC has a full panic attack and she's like 'oh wait maybe you do like me' I MEAN COME ON. YOU ARE SMART. YOU WENT TO MEDICAL SCHOOL. SORT IT OUT.

I'm so annoyed. I'm going to start a petition to make it illegal to use the miscommunication trope because it does nothing but waste paper.