When Liv Bloom lands an
art scholarship at Wickham Hall, it’s her ticket out of the foster
system. Liv isn’t sure what to make of the school’s weird traditions and
rituals, but she couldn’t be happier. For the first time ever, she has
her own studio, her own supply of paints. Everything she could want.
Then
she meets Malcolm Astor, a legacy student, a fellow artist, and the one
person who’s ever been able to melt her defenses. Liv’s only friend at
Wickham, fellow scholarship kid Gabe Nichols, warns her not to get
involved, but life is finally going Liv’s way, and all she wants to do
is enjoy the ride.
But Liv’s bliss is doomed. Weeks after
arriving, she is viciously murdered and, in death, she discovers that
she’s the latest victim of a dark conspiracy that has claimed many
lives. Cursed with the ability to see the many ghosts on Wickham’s
campus, Gabe is now Liv’s only link to the world of the living. To
Malcolm.
Together, Liv, Gabe, and Malcolm fight to expose the
terrible truth that haunts the halls of Wickham. But Liv must fight
alone to come to grips with the ultimate star-crossed love.
This is, hands down, the worst book I’ve read so far
this year. The characters are flat and underdeveloped and the plot has enough
holes to drive trucks, airplanes, spaceships or anything else you want.
I never thought I’d say this, but the least of this
book’s faults was the insta-love. Which is has. Liv, our melodramatic
protagonist, falls in love with Malcolm in about a second and a half, just because
of his blonde locks, it appears. And it is, of course, completely mutual. Like
I said, though, that’s the nicest thing the book has to offer.
The characters are some of the most soap-opera
dramatic I’ve had the misfortune to read about in a while. Liv is insufferable.
Think one of the Kardashians insufferable. Whining about everything around her.
Malcolm has no personality whatsoever, and Gabe is a pastiche of “quirky”
characters we’ve seen in tons of rom-com movies.
The writing itself is childish. Not “let’s write a
YA novel and keep it simple” childish but “I don’t know how to write a proper sentence
without using exclamations point or question marks” childish. How this book
made it past an editor’s desk, I don’t know. It’s astounding that anyone thought
it was publishable material.
These books are the ones that give YA novels a bad
name, so stay away. There’s way too much to read in this world to put up with
this drivel.
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