July 24, 2013How can you love a book when you hate pretty much all of the characters?~Review soon~July 29, 2013How do you love a book when you pretty much hate all the characters? No, really...how? I really need someone to explain this total mind fuck of feelings. I don't know if this will be a review, per say. It may just me babbling and ranting and trying to contain all the marbles rolling around in my head.Here is the deal - these characters are all the spawn of the devil. At least Olivia and Leah. Caleb is more maybe just Satan's right hand man. You know, just a step down from spawn. They all feed from a trough of lies, manipulation, revenge and contempt. It's so fucking sad.I could possibly understand some (some, not all) of the conniving if it was done in the name of love. I'm not convinced it was though. Lust, power and control are what feeds the moves in this, the ultimate game of hearts. The things all three of these characters do are absolutely despicable. Again I ask, how is possible to love a book with characters are cruel as this?I still don't know, but I did love it. So, what does that say about me? I think it says that I like books that make me feel fucked up emotions. I like it when the boundaries of my comfortability are pushed. I am an angst junkie. I crave the turmoil of fictional characters like it is my most favorite drug. The Opportunist gave me all of this and then wrapped it up with a shit stained bow and left it on my pillow like a piece of hotel candy.I don't understand my own thoughts on this book but I am sure I'll torture myself by picking up the next two titles, Dirty Red and Thief. Like I said, I'm a junkie, an addict. I need some serious therapy.
