Source:
Review copy provided by the publisher through NetGalley.
Warning: Unannounced
spoilers, proceed with caution.
This post
should be my “Best of/Favorites” list, but I just need to accept that, if the
list is happening, it will be in January. I read many great books this year,
but I don’t have the energy or time to put a decent post together. So instead,
you get a review that I’ve been trying to write for over two months, but hey,
it’s a Christmas books, so at least there’s that.
Here’s the
deal: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that in a series featuring a
bunch of hunky brothers, the most compelling one always goes last. This means
that even though I loved the first two books (book one being my favorite)
Tyler, the final brother, was always there, lurking and tempting us with the
promise of a great final book. And although yes, the book was compulsively
readable and almost impossible to put down, what started as a combination of
anticipation and joy, slowly transformed into a ball of uncomfortable feelings,
to the point where I’m not sure whether the unputdownable (<-- a real word,
believe it or not) qualities of the book came from my original expectations or
from the sheer trainwreckiness (<-- not a real word, sadly) of the story.