How many faces does regret have?
The quiet face of a lie, barely whispered. The seductive face of prying questions.
The shrewd face of a deception well planned. The longing face of a dream never realized.
How many faces… too many to count, and when I look in the mirror, I see them all.
As my rating says, this was a “nice, entertaining read”, and I couldn’t put it down not knowing what the resolution might be.
It was interesting to see how even the smallest lie could get into something really big, and I felt sorry for Kaitlin because indeed the truth was not better than all those lies – so I could feel her struggle.
I kept asking myself what would I do in a similar situation (assuming that I could get somehow into this kind of trouble), and the truth is that I don’t know.. I wouldn’t be able to sit there, hearing my love interest talking about how much he hates my family – or even me, without knowing – (I have my own pride.. a lot of it) but anyways.. is it worth it? was it?
I would have love to read more about Bram (and yes, his point of view in this would have been great), because I didn’t really get the love part in this story.
So OK.. Romeo & Juliet, love at first sight.. I can understand that, but I needed to see more development on it.
Kait was saying how she loved him an how great they were together, but I never saw it happening. It was like hearing a story from/about a friend of her, not her story (if you understand what I mean).
Let’s assume that I don’t trust her.. she is young and she doesn’t know much about love,so I want to feel by myself that strong love she talks about, I want to see what she sees in Bran, I want to see by myself how great he is .. well, don’t hold your breath because this is not going to happen.
So except from this little detail about their unbelievable and sudden love (that pretty much holds the whole story if you ask me) and also the fact that I didn’t get to know any of the characters at all, the book was really entertaining with some fun moments, and some sad ones.. I liked the journal entries left behind, and I could (kind of) believe that a story like that would hold such hate trough time.. because we are humans, so we love to hate as much as we love to.. well, love.
On a small planet, where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening, orderly beat – sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, an artist, a scribbler – sometimes the beat is changed one person at a time.
PS: I loved the last scene with her sister Abby.
PSS: I know that my review is pretty much ‘rushed’ and doesn’t say much about the important things, but hey, so is the story :))
PSS: no, really, it was a nice read – I was just in the mood for something more.. romantic (thinking about Romeo and Juliet, so would you probably).. it’s not Mary’s fault that I was expecting something else. So, don’t expect ‘something else’ while reading this :p