I really wanted to like this. I mean, I really, really wanted to like this. But Riley has got to be one of the most frustrating heroines ever. And every bit of the story just seemed to get more and more ridiculous as it went on. I struggle with stories where the whole conflict is that everyone involved makes massive assumptions and acts recklessly or even cruelly based on them. Add to it that no intelligent being would make some of the decisions made in this book and no suitcase could possibly hold the amount of items hers did. It felt like my eyes were permanently glued to the inside of my head I rolled them so much.
The bright light is always David Brenin. He’s an amazing narrator even in the face or weak or silly material.
I’m so sorry, because I usually enjoy SE Smith, but this book drove me crazy. I just can’t in good conscience recommend this one.