What a load of sappy melodramatic teen horsepucky. I am ashamed that I spent even the few hours it took to read this book. Horrible characters + terrible writing + absurd plot = shittiest book I read in 2011.
Daaaang, she's just killing people left and right! But how come the way they die has to be so crazily dramatic to the point of absurdity? I probably shouldn't laugh at these parts, but there just isn't any tension or emotion in any of these scenes. And these people are dying so she can find her boyfriend, whom she's known for all of, what, a few months? This is just ... just ... dumb.
"Something in my face must show my fear, because he throws his hand and rails off the side of the couch. He staggers toward me before falling on his knees in front of me." That's not melodramatic or anything.
"'You still do not trust me?' His face is a broken branch." Um, no. I see what you were going for, but that does not work. You could say his face is like a broken branch, and even though that would still be strange, it would make more sense.
She keeps having her characters do things that have no baring on the plot and nothing to do with the scene. "He lifts his leg up, bends it at the knee, and starts fiddling with his sock. It's argyle, a grandpa kind of sock, and looks soft, like cashmere ... He lets go of his sock and stands on two feet again." So, he held his sock while balancing on one leg and carried on a conversation? Awkward AND pointless.