We often see ourselves in those roles and compare their decisions to the decisions we would've made instead. "We romance readers can be very hard on our heroines. In the "Note From the Author" section at the end of the book, Douglas says something that I think is worth sharing: I had a feeling she was going somewhere with all this.and she was. Now at NO point was I considering a DNF - The story was still good and I trust PD. Seriously though, I found a lot of Ryen's actions to be pretty fucked up.Īnd she stood by in silence while bigger bullies did some major bully shit. This one was different from her other books in that I initially loathed her heroine. There is just something meaty about her characters and her writing that make her books oh so chomp-able. She is on what is becoming a very short list of auto-buy authors for me. I have had a lot going on at home and at us I think I have an ear infection that I have been assuming was a headache or something else for a while now.įor some reason - I blame the blonde - I had it in my head that only kids got ear infections.īeing that I had ear infections on the frequent regular as a youngling - and had tubes in my ear twice - you would think this option wold have occurred to me much sooner. I haven't been in a reviewing mood lately. Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it. I should've gotten his number or picture or something. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch. Name’s Ryen, loves Gallo’s pizza, and worships her iPhone. Until I run across a photo of a girl online. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am. Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…Īnd that was the start. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. I can’t help but smile at the words in her letter.
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