For seventeen-year-old Janie, getting sucked into other people's dreams is getting old. Especially the falling dreams, the naked-but-nobody-notices dreams, and the sex-crazed dreams. Janie's seen enough fantasy booty to last her a lifetime.
She can't tell anybody about what she does -- they'd never believe her, or worse, they'd think she's a freak. So Janie lives on the fringe, cursed with an ability she doesn't want and can't control.
Then she falls into a gruesome nightmare, one that chills her to the bone. For the first time, Janie is more than a witness to someone else's twisted psyche. She is a participant....
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Character Developement: 9/10
Overall Enjoyment: 2/10
Total Score: 36/ 70
Cussing: Way too much.
Drugs, Alcohol, etc: Way too much.
Sexual Content: Happens in other people's dreams.
Disturbing Images/ Violence: Child abuse, and nightmares that are quite frightening, really.
I thought this book would be great. It's a very interesting and intriguing idea, being pulled into dreams that are not your own, but the book was just bad— in my opinion at least.
The atmosphere that the drugs, foul language, and dark setting created is somewhat unsettling and not enjoyable to read. The over excessive amount of cussing degraded the characters. The characters were well developed, yeah, I'll give it that, but I didn't like any of them. Not even Janie, the protagonist of the story. She kept running off. She hardly ever just stayed, explained, or let things be explained to her. Janie’s relationship with Caleb was sometimes sweet, but other times just weird or utterly annoying.
The only enjoyable thing about this was the writing. Lisa McMann has a unique writing style that is a bit addicting (despite how much the story disgusts me). It is a fast paced book and the short-choppy sentences flow easily and almost rhythmically together. The writing style would be beautiful minus the constant flow of foul language. In all, I know that lots of people like this book. Truthfully: I don’t.