I'm currently making my way through Reflected to You by Sylvia Day and I don't even know why I'm trying to put myself through it. I read/skimmed through Bared to You, the first of the series, on the flight home from Budapest. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to borrow the second book from the library. I've been half-heartedly reading it this past week.
I've read 50 Shades of Grey. and once I got past the whole sex thing, I thought it was okay. So I read the rest of the series. By the time I was done with it all, I felt so disgusted by it all and all the time I wasted reading the series. I equate reading the series to eating way too much junk food and ice cream in one sitting, or perhaps watching too much reality TV (of which I'm also guilty of).
One of my friends in Budapest really likes this genre, and she recommended this other series to read. I put it off for so long, but leaving me on a plane for 10+ hours without internet called for some escapist reading. I just don't know why I put myself through it again.
The story line is so empty and the characters are so stupid. Yes, they're flawed, but aren't most characters? That makes them complex, but its totally not the case in these books. And I've come to realize why I really can't make myself finish the book. It reminds me too much of a past relationship - of the obsession, of all the crazy dramatic fights. At the time, I knew it was unhealthy, but couldn't be strong enough to break free. In hindsight I see all the wrongs in the relationship and is the source of many regrets. This book just run too close to home for me and I can't bear to read about it. I really have no idea why people like it so much.
Enlighten me?
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