Book Review: Torn by K.A. Robinson


I detest this book. A lot. It is your typical, unoriginal New Adult book. I am completely flabbergasted at how a book like this could have received so many glowing reviews. It’s drama after drama after drama, and it just never stops. The book forgoes any plot whatsoever for the sake of a drawn out and messed up love triangle. I like my romance with a plot, please.

Plot: What plot? The nonexistent one? This book is pure romance, and the saddest part is that there could have been a plot here. Unfortunately, what was remotely interesting in this book was treated with no care and thrown aside like garbage. It just goes on and on with the love triangle and Chloe feeling conflicted. I had to force myself to finish. Every “twist” was predictable and boring.

Characters: Chloe is your average New Adult main character. She’s beautiful, but she doesn’t know it. She has blond hair, blue eyes, and”blemish-free fair skin.” Everyone calls her a porcelain doll, but she’s not pretty. Give me a break. She’s blonde, but she makes a point of telling us that she’s not like any other blonde.  She wears rock t-shirts. Gasp. A girl not wearing pink and frilly things? Noooooo. Is such a thing even possible?

I couldn’t bring myself to like Chloe. She is judgmental and hypocritical, and I found myself annoyed with her throughout the book. She makes stupid mistakes. This would be fine and dandy because no one is perfect, but she goes and makes the same mistakes again and again. You expect me to relate to this girl? You expect me to sympathize with this girl who strings two boys along and goes out with one of them to forget the other, blames the world for her problems, and indulges more often than not in self pity? Really?

Moving along, Drake and Logan are some of the most boring love interests that I have ever had the displeasure of reading. They are just so clichéd. You’ve got your obsessive and protective friend who’s been in love with Chloe since forever, and you’ve got your bad boy rocker with a tough exterior and a soft interior like a friggin lobster. Their dialogues with Chloe are so cheesy and seemed like it was taken from other New Adult books. It was just terrible.

Romance: I’m aware that this is somewhat of a spoiler, but I feel that I have a duty to warn readers of this beforehand. There is cheating in this book. Cheating is not okay. I understand that people make mistakes, but making that same mistake more than once is unforgiveable. If you really felt bad about it, you wouldn’t have kept it from your significant other and go on to do it again. And you would absolutely not try to justify it by saying it’s only to get it out of your system.

The romance also stars my favourite (please note the sarcasm) aspect of a book: instalove. Chloe is just special. Drake is your average New Adult manwhore, but Chloe is the one. He can tell from the beginning. They’re instantly important to each other. I don’t even know what to say other than no. After meeting him for I think less than forty-eight hours, she is instantly jealous of every girl he flirts with. Obviously, they’re all sluts, but not her. She’s special. Ugh.

Overall, this is book is pretty bad. It has slutshaming, instalove, love triangles, etc. It’s straight out romance with little to no plot, and I would not recommend this to anyone. I shall not be reading the next installment in this series. Putting a cliffhanger at the end of the book doesn’t make up for all the awfulness in every other page of the book.


Book Review: Ten Tiny Breaths by K.A. Tucker


I wanted to like this book. I really did. It deals with a  lot of very deep issues that play a huge role in modern society: PTSD, depression, anxiety, etc. The main problem with this book is that it feels as if it’s using these issues simply to make readers feel bad. It’s as if integrating these issues in a book will excuse any bad behavior on the characters’ parts. No. Just no.

Kacey is so unlikeable. I feel bad for her, yes, but the author gives me absolutely no reason to like her. She is judgemental and hypocritical. Other people are bad for being strippers and sluts, yet she can have intimate encounters without the same stigma. Why? What makes her so special? Anyone who makes a move on Trent is a slut, and she constantly envisions hurting these people. She is broken, but the message I got from this book is that a woman needs a man to heal. What happened to being independent? How can you heal when you need someone to make you happy? I don’t want to think that a woman’s happiness depends solely on a man and that girls need guys to fix their problems for them, but that’s what I got from Kacey.

And the relationship with Trent is just wrong. No. Please just no. It is one of the most dysfunctional and messed up couple that I have ever had the displeasure of reading. Trent falls instantly in love with Kacey, and he constantly uses sexual blackmail to get her to open up. No. How is this romantic? A person must be willing to heal and get help. You can’t just make someone go to therapy on the grounds that you won’t sleep with them.

The writing itself is not bad, but there was just so many problems I had with the book overall. There is a lot of slutshaming. A person’s appearance doesn’t define who they are. It’s sad that I have to say that – that it’s not common sense by now. We are constantly reminded of people’s appearances in the novel. Kacey is hot. Livie is hot. Storm is hot. Trent is hot. Everyone’s hot. Geez.

The ending is so unrealistic. How can a book that promised a realistic premise with all of its issues end with such a clean ending? Everything is fixed. Everything is all good. They just work themselves out. What could have been a redeeming aspect for this novel is treated with such little care. We could have seen Kacey grow. We could have seen her heal without the help of Trent, but alas, we do not get this.

Overall, I really wanted to like this book, but I couldn’t. Everything just felt so melodramatic and unrealistic. I have had little interest in reading New Adult books, and this book has just made me even more wary of the genre.

Oh and one more thing. Stalking is in no way hot or sweet or charming. It just isn’t.