Wednesday, March 2, 2016

YA Wednesday Review: Where You End, by Anna Pellicioli

Where You EndWhere You End by Anna Pellicioli

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This book was kind of...strange. I'm not sure how else to describe it. I've been thinking about how to review this book for a week or two, and I'm just not sure. The 'romance' is pretty realistic. I liked how obsessive the heroine is after being dumped. I know some people are annoyed with characters like that, but I thought it was pretty realistic.

The relationship between the two girls was just sort of weird, and I never really 'got' it. And then for a photographer to forget that someone stole her camera, with all her pictures on it? It was just really weird. It was all I could think about while reading, and I'm not even a photographer. And our MC doesn't seem to notice. Which might be okay, if later she says how she was so worried about her friend she forgot about her camera. But she never mentions it again. It didn't ring true with the character at all.

Overall, it was nice to read a book where the main focus was not romance. But the plot holes and oversights were too distracting to overlook.

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1 comment:

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