Saint and her insecurities drained all mine out of me…or least it felt like it.
This started off great and, after watching these two interact in the previous books, I was really excited for this story. Nash was great and the full cast of all our friends of course made it heart-warming. But Saint. Je-SUS, this girl. *shakes head*
I get having insecurities and leftover hurts from our teenage years. I fucking HATED middle school and high school (college on the other hand was a party and a half, but I drunkenly digress…), and like Sandra Bullocks’ mama said in Hope Floats, “Childhood is what you spend the rest of your life trying to overcome.”
But SHIT, there comes a point where you just have to pull up your big girl panties…or take them off, Miss Saint.
Obviously, she finally comes around, but good grief, she was starting to piss me off getting there. I think if that part of her personality had been toned down just a little, I would have enjoyed the story more, but to each their own.
Let it float up Saint, damn!