Date Released: January 2012
Date Read: June 20, 2012
Source: Tour Page
Remember how I've been rambling the past weeks about book were the girl and the guy are perfect for each other, fight, make me suffer and then they're back together happily ever after and how they were pissing me off? This one follows the same storyline BUT I LOVED IT! It was so different in many ways, allow me to start:
Renee has had to endure some pretty crappy situations, like the huge betrayal of her boyfriend and best friend, quitting her dream job and going back to her home town. But life always works it's way around bad situations and bring good stuff. Meet Dylan Cavallari. I Loved Dylan, he wasn't your typical bad boy, he was - I'm not sure how to explain it - more of an introvert, he didn't show much of his emotions and carried an 'I don't care' look, but deep down he was so sweet and honest and scared and *sigh*
Renee and Dylan are meant for each other and soon they both are in a relationship. I wished the author had shown a bit more of them as a couple, though let me say that the little glimpses here and there were soooo worth it. Dylan always said the perfect things, even if he wasn't exactly sentimental.
What made the novel so great was Renee's voice, it had been a while since I fell in love with a character like this, it was so funny being inside her head and every time I picked up the book I just jumped right in. I laughed out loud many times and the ending was perfect with a capital P. Highly Recommend!
“Do you really like Quincy or are you just saying that?" I asked.***
Dylan held up his index finger and finished swallowing his toast. He looked alarmed by my question. "Quincy is fine. Why would I mind Quincy?"
"I don't know. I mean, don't you have a preference as to where we live?"
Dylan shook his head. "Not really. As long as I'm living with you, I could care less. I'd live in a closet with you for Christ's sake.”
“Excuse me," he greeted, smiling. "I'm sorry to bother you, but do either of you know how to get to the Nokia Theater?"
"Absolutely," Dylan chimed in. "That street right there is forty-second." He pointed to the right of where we were sitting. "You want to follow that for another four blocks and then turn right when you see Yangsoon's Kitchen. Then you want to go up another two blocks and bang a left at Starbucks. You'll see the theater up on your right after the big McDonald's sigh. You can't miss it."
The man put the newspaper he was holding under his arm and extended his hand out to shake Dylan's. "Thank you sir. I really appreciate it. "He turned and scrambled off at lighting speed.
I peered at Dylan suspiciously. "You don't really know how to get to the theater, do you?"
His face remained blank as he shook his head.
"Not a clue.”