Ninety-five days, and then I’ll be safe.
I wonder whether the procedure will hurt.
I want to get it over with.
It’s hard to be patient.
It’s hard not to be afraid while I’m still uncured, though so far the deliria hasn’t touched me yet.
Still, I worry.
They say that in the old days, love drove people to madness.
The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.
Okay, I’ll admit right off the bat that I probably am not the best person to review this book. I got about halfway through and was so bored with the plot that I skimmed the rest (reading mostly the dialogue) so I know what happens and the gist of the story. While the premise is promising, I mean love as a disease? That’s pretty interesting and I was excited to see how the author handled this idea. I wish she would’ve delved deeper into some of the aspects, like after the surgery the people start not only to stop loving, but stop feeling pain and other strange side-effects. The love story wasn’t as deep as I’d have liked. It seemed like the entire time she was scared of him and yet still hung out with him. Weird? Yes. Also, I would like to say that I did not like the fact that it talked about nudity as a good relationship between two teenagers. That’s when I started skimming. And if anybody reads these reviews they know how I hate sexual content period, but between young people I absolutely hate it. While there might not have been outright sex scenes, it was enough ‘messing around’ to make me uncomfortable and unlikely to finish this series. Honestly, it had a few things that reminded me of Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies series, and it is ten times better, so if you want a good read that’s similar, but better, go read that.
I give it a 2 out of 5 for content and shallow plot.