I'm so tiny. I'm so fragile. Ah, I'm Shannon the river. I have blue eyes, and I need to mention that every single time. And, oh, Johnny? He's so angry and pissed and has no FUCKING patience. And he thinks I'm really tiny. My ribcage reaches the stool, ahah. 

Shut the fuck up, Jesus Christ.

If Shannon wouldn't have that kind of background, I would NOT have cared about her. Johnny? Get off my pages. 

"Ah, she's too young! Ah, my dick." Jesus fuck. I want someone to punch Johnny. Next time he growls, or sighs out of impatience, I hope he gets fed another injury to the groin.

Loved the side characters, zhough. Loved Joey. The last few scenes were good, too. Heartbreaking, but interesting and catching. And while I did enjoy the slow burn, he practically fell in love with her the second they met. So, what's the point? 

Gibsie also saved this. 

But them? The writing? The cringe? She put her fucking tongue out as "banter"? Oh my God.

There was no fucking need for this to be 800 pages long.