All Your Perfects

Every time I pick up an author who leans toward (or is firmly planted) the romance genre, I think maybe this one will click. Maybe I won't hate every character. Maybe I won't need to bring the sarcasm when doing updates or writing a review. Most of the time - probably good 95% - my optimism plummets and the sarcasm knows no bounds. Such is the case with All Your Perfects. I had a feeling I wasn't going to be a fan just from skimming through all the reviews that were all “I'm crying” “went through a whole box of tissues” and “this one crushed my soul and than ran over it with a mac truck.” mmmhmmm. Yep. Look at all those red flags waving in the wind. But I tried to keep an open mind. And at first I admit I was doing ok with it. Particularly the early meet cute for Quinn and Graham. And then whiny, should be talking to a psychologist about her depression Quinn showed up in the present day. After that it was struggle for me to get through all the suffering done by Quinn, because why give your heroine one problem when you can give her five horrible, awful things she doesn't want to deal with (and don't get me started on the polar opposite support characters used to prop up and tear down the main couple). All this seemed to go on and on until the last 30 or so pages, where suddenly glittery rainbows and oozy cheesiness dripped all over everything in order to wrap up every story thread in a cute, happy little bow.

This one just wasn't for me.