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This book starts slowly and never really improves. The writing gets bogged down with the life of the h and references to the storylines in past books. All the past couples are living their “happily ever after” and if you have read the books, this is redundant information. If you haven’t read the books this is confusing and distracting, with loads of names and information that are not really relevant to this story.
The h of this story annoyed me. She is stunningly pretty, with lots of men interested in her, but she is hung up on a teenage crush that ended badly and refuses to date because of this. She is educated, privileged, has a great life and is surrounded by a group of friends and family that love and care for her. Therefore her obsession with her past came across as a bit of a self-indulgent “pity party”. I realise that she had a bad experience, but I found it difficult to respect someone who lets one bad experience rule their emotions, particularly as every other aspect of her life was storybook perfect and she had an overwhelming amount of support around to help her. (The fact that nobody noticed what she experienced seemed completed unlikely).
Her teenage crush had obviously been struggling with his own issues – his life was undeniably crappy - and on the first night they slept together he ran out on her and disappeared from her life. This was a shoddy thing to do, but he was 19, his life was a mess, whereas her life was picture perfect, so I can understand his panic. He had spent a long time resisting her, and she did basically throw herself at him, so her reaction four years later when he came back into her life was just petulant, bitter and bad tempered. He wanted to explain and apologise, but she was so determined to be unforgiving that it made her a very unsympathetic character.
By this time I was getting pretty bored with the whole “he took my virginity and left me” scenario. What happened to her after that easy to guess, and not something he was aware of, but the h insisted on dwelling on the past like some love-sick teenager that never grew up. This book seemed more like a YA book than the past writings of Samantha Young and when the h continued to very rudely snub the H, I found myself wishing he would give up. Because I did. Didn’t finish.