I did not actually read this book recently but I stumbled upon my review of it from 2011 and chuckled so hard I knew I needed to share. Don’t ask me what I meant as serious and what I meant in jest!
My Dear Sister Anna,
I begin…with a protest. I may have spent the last year at school but I happen to go to one of the most conservative colleges in the country. To say that I might find the awkwardness in this book “not that bad” is nonsense! Of course I recognized it. Did I find it dreadfully awful? Maybe not. But please don’t consider me utterly lost because I find guys (shall I whisper this?) discussing a girl’s bra size less than utterly deplorable.
I understand you didn’t necessarily appreciate this one. I found it amusing. Consider, though, I count The Italian Job and Man on a Ledge as two of my favorite movies. I love books involving young people coming together, art, and thievery. In books, anyway. This combines all three…and that is just the beginning!
The characters aren’t particularly dimensional. Kat may be fun to read about, but who buys she’s only sixteen? Or fifteen? Or however old she is supposed to be? But let’s ignore that fact. She does have some good emotional beat but its really rather lost. I like her by the end and that’s what is really important.
Hale, did you find him adorable? I found him adorable. Gosh, he has potential. Pity he is about as dimensional as a piece of computer paper. I love his butler and that he’s a billionaire and the hint of parents-not-home. Oh yeah. He’s Artemis Fowl without the genius. Batman without the vendetta.
What this book desperately needed was some flash backs. Something besides a half-formed memory of hot chocolate and red doors. Something solid. Like, Kat’s Mom’s death. Or how Hale and Kat met. Or….or something. Even a better description of a heist previously preformed.
Overall, it was an adorable plot with lots of fun lines and characters. Not precisely to my taste, but clean enough that I might pick up the sequel. Maybe. Light, fluffy, action packed and creative, I enjoyed it. It is, after all, in the line of all my favorite stories.
I’m sure you will have much to say to me when you return home. Hopefully it won’t all be about my deplorable taste in novels.
Adieu!
Amy
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