I honestly don't know why I finished this book. Though in my defense, I pretty much only skimmed from the halfway point onward. I think it was morbid curiosity - I had to know if it was really going to be as lamely predictable as it seemed.

And it was.

I knew it wasn't my kind of book from the first POV chapter of the heroine. A 19 year old who had the inner narrative of a 15 year old cast member of High School Musical. At least once per page, she either said or thought some variation of "he/you have to do what I say"... it was ridiculous. The spoiled child heroine is SO not my thing. I was rooting for her to be trampled by a horse before I got 50 pages in.

Aside from the obnoxious heroine, the story itself was flat and predictable. And while I liked the hero's personality, I quickly lost patience with his repetitive narrative - constant bitterness and expressions of low self-worth. Dude, grow a pair. Seriously.

The only thing I liked in this book was the hero's friend, Lord Bramwell - he seemed to be a complicated, layered character with lots going on beneath the surface (though who knows? there were no chapters from his POV... so perhaps his narrative would have been just as banal as the h/h). It is a shame he was wasted in such a boring book.