Tell me you're a man who doesn't know how to write women, without telling me you're a man who doesn't know how to write women. All you'd have to do is write this book, and we'd know. I don't even know where to begin with this one. I hate DNFing a book, but with this one, I just couldn't keep going. I don't know what was worse -- the HORRIBLE main character, or the endless inner monologues that had me groaning out loud begging for them to JUST STOP. The concept had SO much potential. Murder, mystery, thrills. I read the blurb and couldn't wait to read it. But the main character was literally the stupidest woman in the world...hence the 'tell me you don't know women' remark. Because only a man would write a female character who does this many things wrong, ignorant to the reality of women and our innate self preservation that is part of our very being. Because this character did everything wrong...so many chances to escape, and never did because of the 'movies in her mind'. Another groan worthy inclusion, basically dramatizing the fact this character is either psychotic or schizophrenic and chalks it all up to her 'love of movies' to escape reality. Honey, no. Then there was the writing...parts were good, with some great analogies, but the endless, constant and repetitive inner monologues that took up 80% of the book pulling you out of the action and making you just want it all to end ruined any chance the book had at salvation. I quit about 60% of the way in, but did Google the ending out of pure curiosity, and it only solidified my decision to quit early because the ending...absolutely not. Don't bother with this one. It misses the mark in every possible way.
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