“Eighteen-year-old Quinn MacPherson’s biggest fear has always been turning out like her mentally unstable mother. (Solving algebraic equations comes in as a close second.) That is, until she meets Benjamin Shaw. Quinn thinks hooking up with Ben over summer vacation will be nothing more than a quick fling. She can’t even commit to a nail polish choice, much less some guy. Unfortunately for her, Ben is not just some guy. Ben gets her- the real her, flaws and all- and that scares the hell out of her. When Ben does the unthinkable- tells Quinn he’s in love with her- she does what comes naturally. She pushes him away. Ben can only watch from a distance as Quinn lashes out, and punishes him for daring to care about her. But how far can you push someone, even someone that loves you, before they are gone for good?”
Quinn meets Ben. Ben falls in love with Quinn, Quinn then starts pushing him away from him by making some decisions. The book in my opinion is just ok. Don’t think I will ever suggest it to people and will probably never reread it… It just wasn’t my cup of tea.
I did love the cover but yet I don’t feel like it went with the cover at all…
I got this book for free from Goodreads First Reads.
“Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
What do young adult books mean to you?
When browsing your local book store do you notice the “dark” books out there?
The weird thing is that I haven’t really noticed it that much since I first read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. Which was one of the first books to break down the wall I put up in my life. Made me remember things that I had blocked out of my memory from when I was a kid.
So for me I don’t think of YA books as being either dark or not. I always think it as “Do I want a book that is happy and feel good reading all of it or at the moment do I want one that makes me really think while reading it, the tough stuff, even if it brings up things I had forgotten?”. Some days I just need a book that doesn’t make me think but other times I need those “dark” books. Because the world isn’t all happy and smiley. And no, those “dark” books don’t make me depressed, want to cut, do drugs, ect. If anything it makes me push myself not to get depressed(which I was before I found the amazing wonderfulness of YA books),do drugs, or cut.
Reading YA has made me a better person.
That is a fact.
Words can’t even explain how much YA has changed my life because it has showed me that I’m not alone. Ever.