Definitely not Zapata's best work, but far from being her worst, with The Wall of Winnipeg and Me and Wait For It being her best and Lingus and Dear Aaron her worst, which isn't too bad, seeing as I rated both those books as 3's.

The one thing that truly got to me with this was just how clueless Luna was. The extent to which she goes to convince herself that Ripley doesn't care about her is just plain astonishing. Like hell, he starts calling her "baby girl" and cooking lunch for her every day and she's like, "This means nothing." She continues thinking this even after he kisses her.

That said, their chemistry was great, Zapata is still the queen of slow burn, everything is lovely. Can't wait to see what she dishes out next!