Hmmm.... Ok. This book was Fifty Shades of Fucked up. The obvious similarities to FSofG were enough to make me roll my eyes.... REPEATEDLY!!! Brace yourself, the references are borderline obnoxious. I don't understand Sara's fascination with finding Rebecca-you have to overlook the weak story line and try to believe Sara really has some deep seeded need to find her. A need that is totally unexplained, except that its seems like the right thing to do. I didn't buy it. She spent-what?, a minute being a rent-a-detective then got distracted with hot bod Chris.
Chris. Lordie, Lordie, ten times forty. I dont get how Sara can get so caught up in Chris, so quickly. Good grief, how many times does he have to warn you that he is a bad man?
The ending felt contrived just to hook you in to the next one. This story wasn't horrible- its just been done. A lot! And a bit better. I will read the second one just because... Well because. I haven't thought of a great reason yet!
