Okay so once upon a time (last year) I started reading a book called Consequences by Aleatha Romig. And it was right up my alley. Dark, kidnapping, Stolkholm syndrome-y, the works. ‘Cept… I got to 30-something percent and I panicked. Especially after hearing that there was a part I was coming up to that was realllllly “eeeeeeeeeep-worthy” and would make me hate him even more than I already did.
I didn’t want to know, and I put my book in the freezer. Well. No ’cause it’s on my iPad, and it woulda broke, but you know… 😉 I ran away from it, scrolled it down my TBR list (but kept it on there) and moved onto “lighter” reads. It sat there, taunting me to pick it back up. My fellow readers continued reading without me, and there was a reader-frenzy!! So many of you LOVED it (while simultaneously hating… it. Stuff. Parts. Him? Definitely hated him). But you encouraged me to continue. Actually more like taunted me. Just like the book, and it’s mysterious eerie cover and strange hold on me… taunting and tempting me to finish it.