I wanted to like this book. I wanted to love it. Truly. But, obviously, I didn't.
Some of the dialogue was confusing and didn't feel natural.
More than that, though, I hated the love triangle (that actually turned into a square and went back down to a triangle by the end of the book) aspect. It was completely unnecessary, IMO, and just padded the word count. As a straight romance, this could have easily been one rather long, but semi-cohesive, book instead of one book ending in somewhat of a cliffhanger, with the second following a year later.
Something else really bugged me as well - the number of times the girls' (dead) parents were referred to as bad, incompetent, addicted, etc. If I still drank, I would have made a drinking game out of it and probably would have been nicely toasted by the time I finished. As it was, I howled in frustration, "If I read how bad these parents are again, I'm going to throw my Kindle."
I later regretted that promise. Because it did happen again, and again, and again ...
I hated how judgmental Meredith, the social worker, and pretty much everybody else were about these parents. Did they neglect their children because of their drug abuse? Yes. Are they bad people because of it? Not any more than the rest of us sinners. This judgmental attitude made Meredith's beef against the Pharisee at the funeral all the more ironic and frustrating. And, honestly, laughable.
Do some parents choose drugs over their own children? Yes. Do some parents consciously hurt their children even without the influence of drugs? Yes. Do these drug-addicted parents WANT to choose drugs over their own children?
In my experience, no. Because I actually work with recovering addicts whose bad choices have affected their families negatively. And they're trying to do better because, with God's help, they're understanding that they continually made the wrong decision for much too long. And, because of God's grace, they've had another chance to make things right - to rebuild themselves and try to rebuild their families.
And, also by God's grace, I've had my own run-in with drugs (prescription, given to me by various doctors who said they would help take my extreme pain away). Because of His grace, I was able to step away from both the drug that made me high and the drug that knocked me out for most of the time because I still had the presence of mind to look in my two-year-old's face and know there was something wrong. To know that I wanted better for her, and for myself. So, I quit both drugs cold turkey, went through detox by myself and briefly considered starting the drugs back up again because I felt like I was going to die. Instead, I slept it off and lived to see another day in which I threw the pills away.
My story is unusual. It's rare. Other people aren't as blessed as I am. But I really feel like God gave me that experience so that I could be more sympathetic to people who are struggling with addiction, for whatever reason. I hope others don't have to go through a similar horrific experience to develop their own sympathy for the hurting parents in these situations, and not just the broken kids.
Because God loves, and Jesus died for, the addicts and "incompetent parents" too.