The difference between the movies and reality?
Warning. Review might contain minor spoilers. Read at your own risk.
I have to admit that I wasn’t happy about starting this book because of that horrid cover. I don’t know what it means to represent? Surprise buttsecs? Hos’r’us? Bad tattoos stay with you forever? I don’t know. Horrible cover is horrible.
What made me go ahead and buy this thing is the fact that more than half of my Goodreads friend list gave it either 5 or 4 stars. Well hello mister popularity. I guess we ended up reading different books because I sure as hell can’t find anything good about this one.
Stray starts out with the worst introduction on the face of the planet. I mean if you actually manage to get past Chapter 1 I respect you greatly. Let me demonstrate the MCs idiocy.
I could have called my father to report the intruder. I probably should have called him, so he could send the designated spy-of-the-day to take care of the problem. But calling would necessitate speaking to my father, which I made a point to avoid at all costs.
So I’d rather be stupid and get myself killed. I’m not daddy’s little girl anymore!!
Unlike most of my fellow tabby cats, I knew how to fight; my father had made sure of that. Unfortunately, I’d never made the jump from theory to practice, except against my brothers.
So unlike those amateurs you know how to fight. But only theoretically. And against your brothers who most likely go easy on you. Sure. Be cocky. You have all the reasons to be.
My resolve as stiff as my spine, I stepped out of the light and into the darkness.
What the hell is she doing? Does she want to commit suicide and doesn’t know the best way to do it? Obviously TSTL.
I glanced quickly behind me, looking for signs of life from the quad. It was empty now, as far as I could tell. There were no potential witnesses; everyone with half a brain was either studying or partying. So why was I playing hide-and-seek after dark with an unidentified stray?
It was your fucking decision to go there in the first place.
I was feeling foolish now, chasing a stranger down a dark alley at night, like some bimbo from a bad horror film.
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
The difference between the movies and reality was that in real life, I was the hairy monster, and the only screaming I ever did was in rage. I was about as likely to cry for help as I was to spontaneously combust.
Dude, I highly doubt that. I’m still in the first chapter and I can tell you’re not even remotely close to a monster.
After what I’d done to his face, this one should have run screaming from me in terror. It was because I was a girl, I knew it.
Shifting my weight to my left leg, I let my right foot fly, hitting him in the chest with a high side kick.
I thought she never fought. Is this a special night or what?
And, I repeat, that’s only your first chapter. I made it through four chapters and things didn’t change. This book is full of mindless "action", contradictions, horny (and devilishly handsome) guys who want to get their hands on our brilliant MC – because what’s a book without a bunch of hot horny guys? Nothing. What else? Forced everything – story, characters, “romance”. Lots of cheese. Not for me. Really. I can’t handle 400 pages of this. And wait, this is only book one. Thank you, but no thank you.
What a waste of time and money.