**DNF AT 125 PAGES**

I wanted so much to love, or at least like, this book. And I tried. There's no denying that I was pulled into the story, as there was something about the writing. It wasn't terribly pretty, but it was engaging. Where I lost it was when Rose is mooning over Bren, and comparing him to Xavier, "her first love", whom she met when she was 7. Due to how often and how long she was in stasis, when she was 10, he was 5. He was cute and liked spending time with her and she considered him as a little brother. This continued on till she was 14 and he was 12, and they started feeling something more. And by the time she's 16, they are in true and unbelievable love and she's more concerned over his death than her parents, granted that they probably weren't around very much when they were alive.

"He was my best friend, my brother, my love."

 

Now the whole friend-to-boyfriend thing is fine, but friendbrother-to-boyfriend is just a titch creepy. I think too, it was how it was handled and written about. It came across to me as weird. She was always referring to him as "my Xavier" and...ugh. Just stop. Maybe I didn't make it far enough in the book for the plot to show up, but lame romance was rearing its head, and I have had enough of that to last me a lifetime.

By far the best part of this book was Otto, who I was quite interested in and would have definitely been willing to check out his book, which I was hoping would have more to do with his story and his "siblings", and stay away from romantic distractions. Except I read a review and it appears that it mostly deals with Otto and Rose's  romance.

Uggh.