I didn’t like this book and it comes down to how few male authors I’ve been reading off late. The way they write is just different—and wrong. I don’t know why male authors feel like they HAVE TO make their stories lurid and leery. And to involve 15 year old children in that crap too? You don’t have to work so hard to demonstrate an evil character is evil.

You know what frustrates me the most? People are horrible and horrendous, and traumatic things happen on the daily to people, especially young girls. But what a lot of male authors get wrong is that they include assault and worse in their books but their female characters just…shrug it off? They’re not shown dealing with the trauma of these incidents and acts which gives people the false assumption that these occurrences weren’t that bad. Which is nonsense, of course. That seeps into real life mentality which is a huge problem.

I think the fact that the author seemed to revel in cheap thrills annoyed me the most about the book. The girls were all pretty but we never knew what the guys looked like. Most of the characters were cardboard cutouts of 80s action films. Only Miles was slightly different but also not a saint.

Was the book interesting? It would have been if it risen above regressive cliches.