Sparrow Fisher is transforming. No longer dressed up in antiquated clothes and ideals, she is finally trying on her freedom.
Before she moves to New York City, she meets Ian Sterling, a musician Sparrow has dreamed about since she first saw him. The attraction is instant, but their relationship isn’t so simple.
Over a five year span, Sparrow and Ian run into each other in unusual places. Each time, Sparrow has to decide if she can trust him, if he feels the same for her, and finally, if love is really enough.
I’m going to try to be nice during this review. I really am. It’s not going to be easy- mostly because my emotions are all out of whack and I’m angry and feel link punching people and SWEET LORD this book brought up a HUGE issue for me concerning all books and lives and just- *pulls hair in frustration* I really did actually enjoy the book for the first 20% of it. Afterwards, it was a whole lot like a train wreck- I couldn’t look away as I watched it all burn.
The beginning was all over the whole theme of let me find myself. When she did find herself, it wasn’t actually horrible. And I didn’t really begin to dislike her- wait. Never mind. I found Sparrow-the main girl- to be very, very, veeery needy. The whole aura of ‘I need him, I can’t think of anyone else but him, love at first sight’ feel that Sparrow put off made me want to inject a backbone into her. Her falling for Ian was fast and fierce, and it was the same for him. I liked Ian, I really did. For a little while. Heck, I liked them all for a little while. But then he made me angry. He broke hearts, now did he? Well, he didn’t break mine. Just made me want to break his face. AND THEN HE MADE EXCUSES!
Good Lord. If I didn’t dislike you then, then I sure as hell dislike you now.
While well written, I despise the characters. They make me angry. And a little stabby feeling. *stab*
In case you haven’t assumed by now, I can’t recommend this book. But, I seem to be in the minority of that. Basically everyone else on Goodreads can. *chuckles*