It doesn't happen A LOT, but I have felt this way a handful of times. I had high(er) hopes about the second in a NA series I just started. I had been dying to read it forever, but you know how it goes with the never-ending TBR.
The first book was good and just what I needed at the time - something light with not a crap ton of angst. It was fast-paced with plenty of sweet and sexy moments, kinda high on the cheese factor, funny secondary characters and insta-love - sometimes you just need it! Plus, most (nearly all) of the ratings were great. And the covers - oh my - the covers were beautiful! I'm a sucker for eye-catching covers.
But this second book? This second book.... was not even close to the first one. I don't want to drag this out because I'm not trying to bash on the author or anything like that all, I swear. But I was cringing and furrowing my brows with annoyance almost instantly. I hated the H and h... for probably 80 % of the book. THAT'S A LOT! Too much. In the beginning, I tried to chalk it up to an angsty build up for the story. The author was setting us up for the rest of the book, right?
No.
The H and h were assholes pretty much the entire time. It was so disappointing. I kept hoping it'd get better and that they'd do something redeeming but that didn't happen until way later and by then, I was feeling pretty... meh.
I know. Huge bummer, but what can you do?? I know I'm not going to like everything I read, but it still sucks all the same.
