This was okay, but I'm honestly so burned out on romance. I'm just so sick of the boy who is the saving grace of the girl or the only one who understands her or the Prince Charming. I'm so so sick of the girl that is pathetic or the girl that can't do anything of herself. I'm so sick of happy endings and world that are so uncomplicated. I guess I'm just in the mood for darkness. I've been reading nonfiction and Plath poetry, trying to regain some balance again. Hopefully, I'll be able to enjoy romances like this again soon, but until them... I'll have to stay from Finding Pride's sequel.