Amy Valenti

So, I have this book on my nook. It is 24 pages long. I stopped on page 11. Why did I stop on page 11? Because it was unbelievable. Unrealistic. Just not—gah!

You see, the main character had known this person for all of ten minutes. He makes out with her, causing her to miss her bus. She then asks him to take her t some nice private place so he can jump her bones. She asks that he do this. Then he tells her he can’t because he’s a shapeshifter. Now, if it weren’t for what happened next, I might have been okay with all this.
What happens next, you ask?
She takes it at face value.
He says: Hey, I’m a shapeshifter.
She says: Okay, I believe you. *this next bit is an actual quote* “I don’t know why, but I trust you, Ricardo. I think… I might be in love you with you, even though I’ve only known you for fifteen minutes. Does that sound strange?”
YES!!! That sound strange, unrealistic, and it PISSES me off.
Now, okay, I am usually cool with insta-love. I understand that there’s only so many pages in a book, and it all must fit, and romance is a big part of YA fiction. Since most of what I read is YA fiction, insta-love is unavoidable. And I understand that since this book has only 24 pages, everything most happen faster. But really? You couldn’t have made I just a teensy bit more realistic? Fifteen minutes. The author even put the words fifteen minutes into tha declaration of insta-love. While one can admire the authors bravado, courage, or audacity, however you may wish to term it, it just does not work.
Whoo. Sorry. I had to rant.
… (altro)