Mirror, mirror â¦ whoâs the fairest of them all? I still cringe when I hear that line. A fairy tale that had girls pretending they were the fairest, the most beautiful, and the most entitled. A fairy tale most couldnât grow out of turned my haunted childhood memories into a living nightmare. Girls who grew up believing that pile of garbage became the meanest of all âmean girls.âAnd those mean girls were right â it was a line meant for all the beautiful people in the world â and I knew the answer would never be me.The women with long legs, flat stomachs, and perfect chests.The type of women Kane Masters gravitated toward.Well, thatâs definitely not Willow Tate. No. That will never be me.Because Iâm completely imperfect. And â¦ I hate myself. I have no idea what Kane could possibly see in someone like me when he could have them.
My main issue with this book was that even though the characters were dealing with a very emotional subject I could not feel it as a reader. Good writing and interesting plotline â but something was missing