I was expecting something more dramatic, with this sequel to Ten Tiny Breaths. It just goes to show that you can't judge a book by its predecessor.
As the protagonist and narrator, I found Livie to be incredibly one-dimensional. Following the advice of her therapist, she engages in behavior that is out of the ordinary for her, but I don't feel like it added anything to her growth. I don't think she actually grew as a character at all. She just started drinking so she wouldn't think about her hang-ups.
Ashton and Connor were equally unimpressive. One automatically assumes that the bad boy will have secrets that make him more attractive and loveable, while the good guy will inevitably make sure the protagonist doesn't really want to be with him. I could see all of these secrets coming with Ashton from a mile away, which made him kind of dull. Connor appeared so infrequently and was so disinterested in getting to know Livie that I forgot he was even a character sometimes.
Raegan and the other guys from the crew team could have been interesting background fillers if they had shown up more often. Even the characters who appeared in Ten Tiny Breaths became flat and less appealing.
The story itself was decent, but would have been better if the cast had been more developed and slightly less predictable. I had no emotional attachment to anything that happened to Live, especially where the guys were concerned.
Given the detachment from everyone in this part of the series, I'm not sure I want to read the next installment.
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