(Oct. 27)This book was nothing like I expected. I’m not sure why I thought it was going to be more of a slap-stick comedy. (Really, no clue) but it was actually deep, and there was so much that was dark about it.
Don’t get me wrong there were some fun bits but it was mostly a really well developed story. I finished it in a day, it was that good. I wanted to know what was going to happen next and was really agitated when I had to lay it down for a bit.
The story is written in Jessica’s voice but every so often we get to hear Lucius through his letters to his Uncle. Lucius is acting as a foreign exchange student from Romania (which I am, Romanian, not an exchange student) just so he can get close to her.
The premise was an excellent one, and although there were a handful of secondary characters they all stood out from each other. I thought Jess’s best friend Mindy was funny with her magazine reading and continuous calling out of Jessica’s feelings towards Lucius. I was actually saddened when they had a bit of a falling out.
It seems the saying, “don’t know what you got till it’s gone” kind of applies to this situation, and I do believe I got teary eyed during some parts of the book when Faith Crosse became more involved in the story line.
Lucius was mysterious and yet I felt connected to his character. I was sad when he was, snarky when he was. I really felt a pull towards him.
And Jessica, I loved watching her grow, grow into the person she was all along but didn’t know it. I think that’s how so many of us feel in life, not just when we are teens. We all grow and evolve and it was beautiful to see that happen with her.
I highly recommend this book, I think you will gobble it up pretty quickly as well. I’m anticipating what will come next from this author.
Lucius snorted again. “Is that what you want out of life? Nice? Must everything be nice?”
“Nice is...nice,” I protested.
Lucius shook his head. “Oh, Antanasia. I could show you things so far beyond nice, they’d spin your lovely head.”
When I hesitated, a look of annoyance crossed his aristocratic face, and he shook the pen at me. “You do recognize a pen, right? This is a familiar tool, yes?”
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