180 Seconds by Jessica Park

32487648DNF 38%

I know… I’m in the minority here.

This read childish to me. Very lackluster. This is an easy book to read and if you’re looking for something simple and light, this might work for you. I, however, am not looking for something like this. I like books that reel me in with powerful emotions, intense situations, and realistic reactions.

This was not that.

With what I read, the story line seemed to have a great concept. I was intrigued before I bought it. Now that I have it, I just feel let down. There was potential though. Maybe Colleen Hoover should have done this. I feel the narration wouldn’t have been so “woe-is-me” and the characters would have been more believable – they were supposed to be junior year college students for Pete’s sake.

I could not connect with Allison at all. I found her to be a extraordinarily weak leading character. She seems strong and determined one second with a glare that could kill, then the next she’s a broken thing trying to keep people away because she’s afraid of people leaving, then the next she drunk to tell him he’s a meany.


The threads that made up this character did not blend well for me. She was my biggest problem. She wallows in self pity and anxiety, and it was so hard to not get frustrated with her. And since the book is about her, well, here we are.

Situations in this book felt overly dramatic, but not detailed for the drama. It felt like the author couldn’t explain these situations. She not once made me feel a damn thing for them. I want emotions spilling off the page, and it seemed that all this author could give me were cheesy lines that no one says in real life. NO ONE.

I’m not going to waste my time on a book I don’t like, hence the DNF. Ain’t nobody got time for that!


Some people live their entire lives without changing their perspective. For Allison Dennis, all it takes is 180 seconds…

After a life spent bouncing from one foster home to the next, Allison is determined to keep others at arm’s length. Adopted at sixteen, she knows better than to believe in the permanence of anything. But as she begins her third year in college, she finds it increasingly difficult to disappear into the white noise pouring from her earbuds.

One unsuspecting afternoon, Allison is roped into a social experiment just off campus. Suddenly, she finds herself in front of a crowd, forced to interact with a complete stranger for 180 seconds. Neither she, nor Esben Baylor, the dreamy social media star seated opposite her, is prepared for the outcome.

When time is called, the intensity of the experience overwhelms Allison and Esben in a way that unnerves and electrifies them both. With a push from her oldest friend, Allison embarks on a journey to find out if what she and Esben shared is the real thing—and if she can finally trust in herself, in others, and in love.

Salt by Nayyirah Waheed

18689968DNF 24%

of all.
does not

Second, I don’t like a lot of the content. A divided mentality. This is definitely for a certain group of people. The first 10% had me thinking, what am I reading? The next chunk, I read 2 pieces that I actually liked that had substance to it. Then one piece slammed the mallet home.

white people are not chinese.
because they are born/live in china.
white people are not indian.
because they are born/live in india.
white people are not african.
because they are born/live on a continent they
murdered their way into.

– there is no such thing as a white african | colonial blood myths | a revisionist history

This was one of quite a few similar pieces. I get that stuff happened in the past, but this is awfully judgmental in general.

Also, it is my belief that there can be white Africans the same as there can be black Americans.

Not. For. Me.

I won’t be wasting my time on this anymore.

Grip (Grip #1) by Kennedy Ryan

31207572DNF – 35%

I don’t know how this happened. How I could have drastically loved the story of Flow – the prequel to Grip – but could not get into this for the life of me. I tried, especially after how the prequel ended. I wanted answers. I needed these characters to figure out their issues after how they left things in the first book, but it felt like it was too all over the board.

With the burn hot romance that was Flow, this story wasn’t sitting right with me. It wasn’t getting to the issues that I wanted. It was getting into racial issues and divides of present day. There was just too much of stuff I didn’t want and not enough of what I did.

Reading Flow left me with a desperation for knowledge. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?! I was anxious to dig in and know. I knew there would be a lot of struggle coming up, but what I wasn’t expecting was to be informed that now eight years down the line they’re starting to crave each other again. That Bristol’s walls were built up so high she couldn’t even give him a chance to explain.

For years they remained friends.

For years they’ve worked together.

And only now something is happening? Because her assistant was sick and she needed to drop off Grip’s back at his place? And he just happened to have ordered her favorite dinner that they eat on the roof? Then get high together? Then kiss?

How has NONE of this happened sooner with their friendship and partnership in business? How had they spent that many years in silent friendship? If I were Grip, you can bet I would have shouted it from the rooftops. Made her stubborn ass listen. Because that is basically what it boils down to – stubbornness. And it pisses me off.


I’m not far into Grip, and I can’t seem to get into this story like I did with the prequel. My initial thoughts is that the first part of this story isn’t quite believable.

The fact that it’s been eight years of friendship and it never crossed the lines of kissing? Ever? Not once? I find that too hard to believe. Especially with the fact that they work together and are drawn together. It didn’t quite add up for me. The timeline. Their friendship. It didn’t fit for me personally.

Maybe I’ll try reading this again in the future, but not now.


Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out. I know. I’ve been doing it for years.

I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary. And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary.

Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key. All that’s left is friendship and work.

He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true. I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart.

It’s wild, reckless, disobedient. And it remembers all the things I want to forget.

Make sure you grab FLOW, the FREE prequel first! FLOW is chronicling the week of magical days and nights that will haunt Grip & Bristol for years to come. GRIP is the full-length conclusion of their story.

Beautiful Agony by Elizabeth Cash

DNF: 37%


I tried. But the characters are not realistic. The writing style is terrible. Clearly, there was no proofreading. I couldn’t deal with it anymore.

While the overall plot might make a good story (by a different author), it wasn’t intriguing enough to keep me reading to the finish. And I feel that says something considering this is a short story. Everything about it was flimsy. It felt like the writer didn’t even put in any effort with this story. An editor/proof reader would have gone a long way.

I rate based off of narration, dialogue, overall story line, and feels. This story failed on all counts. Also, who uses so many exclamation points in their writing?! Just no. I’m not going to waste my time on a poor book when there are great books waiting to be read.

Rating: 1 star


My life has always been mediocre.
School, soccer, Netflix, sleep.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing extraordinary.
Until she came along.
One night of fun turned into three days of hell!
Three days of pain.
Three days of confusion.
Three days of beautiful Agony.

She’s my other half, literally.
Sometimes my only solace.
I thought I could live a normal life with her always by my side
Until he came along.
One night of fun for me turned into three days if sickening pleasure for her.
Three days of pain.
Three days of confusion.
Three days of brutal Agony.