Day 1: Julia Donnelly eggs my house my first night back in Star Lake, and that’s how I know everyone still remembers everything—how I destroyed my relationship with Patrick the night everything happened with his brother, Gabe. How I wrecked their whole family. Now I’m serving out my summer like a jail sentence: Just ninety-nine days till I can leave for college, and be done.
Day 4: A nasty note on my windshield makes it clear Julia isn’t finished. I’m expecting a fight when someone taps me on the shoulder, but it’s just Gabe, home from college and actually happy to see me. “For what it’s worth, Molly Barlow,” he says, “I’m really glad you’re back.”
Day 12: Gabe got me to come to this party, and I’m actually having fun. I think he’s about to kiss me—and that’s when I see Patrick. My Patrick, who’s supposed to be clear across the country. My Patrick, who’s never going to forgive me.
Was it intentional to make me hate the heroine? For someone who was devoid of emotion when it started, it sure had great knack of eliciting negative feelings out of me. There wasn’t even a time that I can identify with the MC; because not only did she know the repercussion of what she did because it already happened before. Not to mention, how largely it affected other people; so one would think that it was enough to know things better. But no, she still did. Oh man, she still did even though she should’ve known better!
Ok, I get it, I know it sucks that her mother wrote a story—a bestseller based on her not so stellar situation. That situation that escalated and got her tangled in this mess. Her mother’s doing was one but what inspired her mother to wrote it down was all her. But you know what, at first I still understand. We are inclined to make mistakes, that’s true but if she was well aware of the aftermath of the decision she should have tried her best not to do it again. Second chances, sure why not? But she behaved afterwards like she didn’t know the consequences, as if she hadn’t learned her lesson. But did she really?
The thing about this MC (gosh, I don’t even have the tolerance to write her name anymore) was hard to relate. Granted we all made unwise decision in our lives, she was doing the very thing that she did that got her in trouble in the first place. And yet, rational thinking flew right out of the window when sexual tension thickened. Get a grip girl! Get a grip! Choose! You can’t have both!
Cheating? I don’t avoid it like the plague because I don’t see things in black & white. Although cheating is wrong regardless, some still do it because they have reason. A reason shouldn’t need to abide to what I believe but when it felt like flimsy emotions and plain indecisiveness, sympathy is just hard to give (to everyone involved!). And anyway, was it really that hard to think that hooking with her ex-boyfriend, who is by the way also the brother of the guy she was currently dating (who was also the guy why the ex became the ex), was all sorts of wrong? No? Exactly my point! Now wasn’t really that hard to understand?
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Preview Quote: “She roll her eyes, but kindly, still holding on to both my hands.
“Which stories to tie up the ending, Molly,” she tells me. “And which ones you have to let go.“