Breathtaking, my ass. The only thing “breathtaking” about this book is the cover. Shame on me for falling for that again. I made it to page 77 before I just couldn’t take it anymore. Stabbing myself in the leg would have been more enjoyable.   First of all, the writing was HORRIBLY sophomoric. Why is this labeled YA? It seriously needs to be labeled as a MG book, because it reads like one. It’s sad when you’re so distracted by editing […]