I have a confession: I don’t do relationships.
Funny, I know, since I recently wrote a book about them.
But the truth is I only do real-life relationships. The ones in novels…? Not so much. They usually leave my stomach churning and my mind asking… really? On what planet…?
Until last week.
Girls. I was excited. But skeptical.
I knew Betsy was an amazing writer from her articles online, but I’d never read her fiction. I've been disappointed so much in the fiction department lately, so was wondering… was this going to be a rerun of boy-meets-girl, girl-falls-in-love, lame-lame-lame-drama-drama-drama-drama, seals-it-with-a-kiss-in-romantic-sunset-scene?
My husband knows how much I hate the same old story packaged with different looking characters. He watches as I roll my eyes while reading books I'm supposed to review. He laughs when my fiction hopes are dashed as I reach the end of a book feeling – gasp – no emotion whatsoever.
In short... I'm a picky reader.
I tried with this book, girls. I really really tried. I tried to be detached from Addison. I tried not to care when her father started dating her teacher. I tried not to care when she started flirting with the bad boy. I tried not to care when she started doubting everything she’d ever believed in…
But in the end, folks, I CARED. I FELT.
Betsy pulled it off. She made Addison so real to me. She made me think I was in her head, writhing at every turn of emotion. Girls.
I have reviewed a LOT of YA books. Some of them I have had to write the authors back and say, “Do you really want me to post a review? Because if I do it’s gonna be honest.”
But this book… it was REAL. The characters drove the story-line, in my opinion, and that’s something you just don’t come by every day. It was like sitting across the table from REAL LIVE people. With all their quirks and idiosyncrasies.