Sunday, 6 April 2014

Elite by Rachel Van Dyken



 
ARC provided by Forever through Netgalley

DNF at 5%

Yes, 5%... because with only five percent read, there was:

  • Clumsy narration, if Trace is such a genius to have entered an elite school, i was expecting something more fluent than this:
"The buildings were huge. Everything was built in old stone and brick. I mean, I’d seen pictures, but they did not even come close to reality. The dorms looked like ritzy hotels."
  • Overabuse of cheesiness....
"I gave grandpa a watery smile as he reached across the console and grasped my hand within his large worn one. He’d sacrificed everything for me, so I was going to do this for him, for grandma. It may sound silly but being an only child I felt this immense need to take care of him now that grandma was gone, and the only way I could see myself doing that was getting a good job and making him proud. I wasn’t sure about his retirement, or about anything, and I wanted to be. I wanted to take care of him, like he took care of me.
He was my rock, and now it was my turn to be his.
Grandpa winked and squeezed my hand again. He was always so perceptive. I could tell he knew I was thinking about grandma."
Also, the same old clichés of new girl (or boy) entering a college have become tiresome:

- Disdain thrown in by the girls...
- Provocation done by the boys...

BUT... what I can't force myself to read is sexual harassment and bullies!

It is said that Trace was home schooled... therefore she is seen as this innocent, poor little girl who can't defend herself against this f**k!

They only met, and he's doing and saying this??

“No,” Nixon answered for Chase. This time his touch was smooth as he caressed my arm. I tried to jerk away. His face lit up with a smile, and honestly, it was like staring at a fallen angel. Nixon was gorgeous. He was an ass, but he was a gorgeous ass. “You feel this?”
His hand continued moving up my arm until he reached my shoulder, and then his hand moved to my neck and his thumb grazed my trembling lips. “Memorize it now, because as of this moment, you
can’t touch us. We are untouchable. If you as much as sneeze in our direction, if you as much breathe the same air in my atmosphere, I will make your life hell. This touch, what you feel against your skin, will be the only time you feel another human being as powerful as me near you. So like I said, feel it, remember it, and maybe one day, your brain will do you the supreme favor of forgetting what it felt like to have someone like me touching you. Then, and only then, will
you be able to be happy with some mediocre boyfriend and pathetic life.”
NO!

I'm afraid that my brain refuses to read this!



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