Books before food (and any sort of comfortable life).
Summary: Clea Raymond has felt the glare of the spotlight her entire life. The daughter of a renowned surgeon and a prominent Washington DC politician, she has grown to be a talented photojournalist who takes refuge in a career that allows her to travel to the most exotic parts of the world. But after Clea’s father disappears while on a humanitarian mission, Clea’s photos begin to feature eerie, shadowy images of a strange and beautiful man—a man she has never seen before. When fate brings Clea and this man together, she is stunned by the immediate and powerful connection she feels with him. As they grow closer, they are drawn deep into the mystery behind her father’s disappearance, and they discover the centuries old truth behind their intense bond. Torn by a dangerous love triangle and haunted by a powerful secret that holds their fates, together they race against time to unravel their pasts in order to save their lives—and their futures.
I’ve always liked Hilary Duff (I mean, Lizzie McGuire, come on), but I never really saw her as a YA book writer. And being famous, I don’t know that she could ever live up to people’s expectations, even if she was really the best writer in the world, and she’s obviously not. So, in all honesty, I had no high expectations going into this book. I figured it was fairer to her. This isn’t by any means the best book ever, but it certainly isn’t the worst, either. I think the general plot-line was interesting, and the fact that the characters got to travel to many places throughout the world was pretty cool, too. There were quite a few writing flaws and plot gaps, though, and sometimes the characters fell flat. Also, I found Sage’s character to be… well, it’s difficult to form an opinion on him when he’s constantly changing. Is he a stranger? A soul-mate? A cold-blooded serial killer? And Clea—oh, my god, Clea—why did you have to become a statistic? You only knew Sage a week. A week. You know the old saying: “why buy the milk if they can get the cow for free?” And Clea’s best friend—OH, MY GOD, CLEA’S BEST FRIEND. “Don’t think. Just feel.” No! No, Clea! Think, think, think! Rayna, you are the reason for this whole book. Ben was the only sensible one here, even if he was blinded by love and jealousy at times. And then the book ended. It just ended. Cliffhanger, unsolved questions and all. BUT! since my expectations were low, I didn’t hate this book. And I don’t think someone else would hate it, either, if they remembered to not take this book too seriously.