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450 pages, Paperback
First published July 31, 2020
Oh, I did. I did cry, wishing once again I was illiterate. I cried for being lied to, I cried because I read over 700 pages for them to mean absolutely nothing at the end. I cried because I am pissed as a consumer, I have the right to be.
This review will contain spoilers.
I started this book and I had to restart my kindle, I had to make sure I wasn't reading New Moon by Stephanie Meyer.
Once I made sure it was the right book, I figured out what was going on. Cecelia, who you told me would GROW AS A CHARACTER!! (Bitch, where??)
She was abandoned by both dicks she was sucking at the same time because of their little gang issues, the little gang who wants to destroy everything her daddy owns.
You will hear Cecelia say: "please don't leave me", "please come back", "please don't lie to me" over 300 times. All because she got d!cked on a boat in book 1 by two men at the same time and that was the highlight of her life and she thought humiliating herself for more d!ck constantly would be her entire personality from that day on.
Then, while she cries and waits for her 3some material to come back, fucking Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast shows up on her backyard, calls her pathetic and that is enough to make her drop her panties to the floor and start eating croissants, because not only she has unresolved daddy issues she also developed a degrading kink.
Like everything else in this series, this relationship was not developed at all, he just showed up on her backyard and his accent was enough for Cecelia to say: I can move on from the men I was just crying about two seconds ago because the vagina wants what it wants. French D!ck.
I mean, I don't blame her, but make it make sense.
Zero development, zero effort, the most confusing storyline and the worst plot known to men, but yes Tobias is the new guy, he is also Dominic's older brother (the other guy she was fucking) and the master mind behind the plan of destroying her daddy.
Coming back to our twilight parallels, Tobias for some unknown reason breaks into her house constantly, while she is in the shower, making breakfast and they fuck seven times a day because when you don't know how to write a relationship, sex scenes will sell your book for you. We have proof right here.
I am still in awe you managed to make this series blow up.
Every single character in this book has issues with their parents. Standard. My favorite quote in this book was the only quote that finally described this entire series and it's main character and it came from our new boy Lumiere:
"I don't blame you Cecelia. You were taught from an early age to be a fixer, to crave affection unreturned, and somehow believe it will be rewarding. Some of us don't want to know the inner workings for your mind, tell you secrets and profess our love. some of us want to fuck you until we tire of you and move on."
And that is exactly what happened in this entire book. I beg you, please learn something from this. As a woman, it is my job to tell you this is the closest thing to reality we are going to get with this ridiculous book.
This series had ONE CHARACTER, one single character who was BEARABLE. A little down to earth, remotely interesting, and Kate killed him.
I almost DNFED the book right there but I am a content creator on instagram (go follow me @entirelybonkerz I post live reactions of me shitting on books) and people were counting on my sacrifice so they would never have to waste their time the way I did with this series.
The "begging for dick", being turned down and humiliated thing repeats itself for the majority of this book. There is something else going on plot wise? It changes 300 times, her dad dies, Tobias sedates her and tattoes her against her will to brand her, her mom was the one who was really responsible for Tobia's parents death, yatta, yatta, yatta.
At the end of the book, she tries to show Cece grew up, with daddy's money she went to college, became a CEO of something?????? Started talking like she was making big shots and she was a big deal, she left that little town where she bounced on all penises after Dominic's death, because Tobias kept telling her constantly he didn't want her. She even got enganged to a rando.
Every single thing with a Dick was completely in love with her, her new lawyer, her new fiancé who she broke up with to go back to Tobias. Six years later, six long years being away from all of those guys she decided the best decision was to:
Tell her fiancé she masturbates every single day thinking about Lumiere fom Beauty and The Beast (*be our guest playing in the background*)
She goes back into town and is shocked that everyone has moved on, that Sean got married and has kids, because she is a selfish person who can't stand the fact that she is not the center of attention anymore. She humiliates herself one more time in front of every single man, and keeps begging for dick for god knows how many more pages.
I swear to god, when these men talk about her, they probably refer to her as: that one drunk chick we used to f*ck when we were high.
She sees Tobias with someone else, gets drunk, pukes in front of him, keeps begging him to tell her the truth, take her back, love her. At some point her ex-fiance comes back to confront them all and we get the most beautiful sentence of this book out of Tobia's mouth:
I'VE GOT THAT THUG DICK SHE CRAVES
Of course, Tobia's was in fact just trying to protect her from how much he hates himself, he actually is in awe of her as a woman and as a person (totally understandable, she is a great character). At least they admit they're both sick for wanting each other so much.
For some reason, I still believe this book had a fuckboy as a ghost writer. Everything Cece "learned" they say it was because of a man, they made her, they trained her, they taught her... bla bla bla bla bla. When she throws a fit or gets angry Kate always uses the sentece: "GOING ALL GIRL ON SOMEONE" because girls are always irrational, and emotionally unbalanced right? Or maybe just this one.
Now you want me to read and review Finish Line and I want to kill you all for it, but I love you too much to say no so I guess we are doing this. My brain will turn to mush due to 500 more pages of:
PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME I WANT TO CHOKE ON YOUR DICK
CECELIA YOU ARE PATHETIC (read in frech accent) BUT HERE TAKE MY DICK
“It takes a queen to love and understand a king. Did you think this would break me? You made me!”
“You left the best part out of your story.” He draws his brows and shakes his head. “Don’t.” “Us. That’s the best part. Our part.”
”Safety truly is an illusion,” I conclude, the rest of my blissful ignorance falling away.
He dips his head. “And the most powerful, but once you make peace with it, it’s easier taking bigger risks to seek greater rewards. But that’s no excuse to make a stupid move.”
‘There’s a scene in one of the Twilight movies where Bella remains unmoving in a chair—riddled in heartbreak—while staring out the window watching the seasons pass before her eyes. And on my balcony, as the trees shed and deaden before giving new life to fresh blooms, I realized I’d lived the past three seasons of my life much the same way she did when she was deserted by love.’
”You’re disgusting. This air about you,” I hold up my palm and wave it. “Like you have some right to act this way, to treat me any way you want to.”
“Is this going to be a ‘do unto others’ speech? Because I guarantee you’ve fucked me enough by existing.”
“You’re ridiculous, and not at all worthy of a conversation.”
“You forget who you’re talking to.”
“Yeah, well, you can tuck your cock back in, asshole. This isn’t a pissing contest.”
“You have a disgusting mouth.”
“You’re a prick and a bastard, and my mouth and manners belong to civilized humans, not entitled sociopaths with zero compassion.”
“You’re a little girl with a filthy mouth. And if I’m not worthy of a conversation, then why are you still arguing with me?”
“Good point. Go fuck yourself,”
’I am an addict.
I’m the pathetic girl who just can’t take a hint, the one who refuses to let go.
If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve seen it in the face of every person who looks at me now—the pity and the concern. Their withdrawal has cost me my pride, my self-respect, and the respect of the people who know me.
It’s cost me far more than any high is worth.
And it’s past time that I remember how to kick…’
’It’s noteworthy from his kiss that he’s high from my pain, and all I’ve done is reward him with my reaction, my angry tears. He loves my opposition, and the sadness he’s inflicting with these heavy truths—his angle to take me down, just as psychological as it is strategic.
I rip my mouth away, shaking my head, disgusted. “You’re getting off on this, you sick fuck.”
“Sadly, so are you,” he counters, possessing my mouth again in a way I can’t—don’t want to escape. And I kiss him back because my body never listens. After all, he’s right. My heart was begging for love in all the wrong places, lurching in any direction for a home. But it’s not my heart he wants. It’s my spirit he’s intent on destroying.’
His words come out in a whisper. “You are a fighter. I’ll give you that.” His lips inches away, he searches my eyes. “But you give too much for not enough. You trust too easily because you’ve been lonely your whole fucking life.”
“Says a lonely king to the lonely little girl.”
’He didn’t want to feel anything, and instead, he felt everything.
We’ve just ruined ourselves with our hate for the other.’
Once upon a time, I was a lonely girl who met a lonely king, and we both suffered from too much pride and oh, how the reckless have fallen.
He didn’t want to feel anything, and instead, he felt everything. We’ve just ruined ourselves with our hate for the other.
“T’aimer m’a rendu malade et je ne veux plus jamais guérir.” Loving you made me sick, and I don’t ever want to get well.
One second, I’m standing, in the next, I’m off my feet and flat on my back. My heart stops beating as the breath is knocked out of me just as my mouth is brutalized by something resembling a kiss. He weights every inch of me as he attacks my lips, separating them with the thrust of his tongue.
→“Tu n’y connais rien à la fidélité.” You don’t know the first thing about loyalty.
→“I wonder how your boyfriends would feel if they knew you kissed me back.”
→“I could’ve fucked you, and you know it. You can’t be loyal even to those who you proclaim to love.”
He drives in again, his palm gliding up my body before he tightens it around my throat.
“Call out to me,” he orders, his voice laced with restraint. “We might as well enjoy hell together.”
The feel of this is overwhelming; too carnal, too personal, it’s just entirely too much, and it’s driving me to the brink. His thrusts deepen, and I begin a quick climb, the pressure of his fingers around my neck fluctuating with every roll of his hips.
I rip at his hand as he denies me air, the intensity building with every squeeze and release. My need growing the heavier his hand becomes.
→Him punishing her 😌🥰
“You can’t tell me who to sleep with.”
“I don’t have to. You won’t fuck anyone but me…”
“Je baise mon poing tous les jours en pensant à toi.” I fuck my fist to you every day. He unbuttons my slacks and slowly pulls them down. “Et je te déteste pendant tout.” And I hate you the whole time.