Holy angst-fest, people.
***Warning: This book is NOT a standalone and this review contains what could be considered spoilers for book one.
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK***
As I said in my review for book one, this series has pretty much everything I loathe…everything I usually avoid like the plague…
…Everything I usually throw back in the return pile like one of those flow-y boxy tunic things that make me look pregnant.
A love triangle of beyond epic proportions.
I can’t fucking get enough of it.
This book is like crack.
That’s right, my friends.
This book has so much groveling it’s like food to my soul.
And for that alone, five fucking big ones, my friends.
Five fucking big ones even in the face of a massive cliffhanger and my wanting to passive-aggressively bitch slap some of the characters.
Now, mind you, I was expecting the cliff ending being that the first book also ended in a pretty massive one.
And normally I would avoid reading such a cliff-ridden series until its culmination, but, well, ARC.
Just keepin’ it real.
All that said, I am announcing here and now that I am 100% #TeamThreesome.
But if that ain’t in the cards?
Now the wait for book three…