Remember last week, when Ever woke up to some stranger in her bedroom but it wasn’t Riley? 

Turns out it’s Damen!  Oh, and also this is all a dream.  And in the dream they’re in class.  This is what counts as drama in this book, people.  Cheep cliff hangers which are resolved in the next page and turn out to have no consequences whatsoever. 

And then we abruptly scene shift to the next day after a single paragraph, so why was this even in the new chapter?  At first I thought this new day of school was her talking to Damen in the dream, but no, that part is over so I guess it wasn’t a dream?  But what happened?  Did she try to talk to dream-Damen?  Did she figure it was a dream so she went back to sleep…in her dream?  The more I think about this, the more pointless it becomes, so I really should stop thinking about it. 

So Ever and Damen chitchat in class about families and how hers is dead and he’s emancipated.

as Honor makes fun of my clothes, and her boyfriend pretends to agree even though he’s secretly wondering why she never dresses like me.

This is s… I don’t even know what to call it.  Juvenile?  Selfish?  It’s like a world dreamed up by a person who thinks they are the center of the universe, therefore anyone who dislikes them must be just jealous, but since they’re dreaming up the world it’s all true.  And because of Ever’s “psychic abilities,” it’s not just her supposition here, the world really is ordered like that.

Oh, silly me, of course we have a world for that.  This is a very mild self-insert fantasy.  It’s not making her overtly special because she still has to connect with all the readers (and bookworms are always losers, right?) but it’s still making her special anyway because how can the main character not be the epitome of perfect? 

Then we skip to lunch.  There is a lot of skipping in this chapter, because there is nothing actually going on.  There’s no plot or thread for us to follow, it’s just a lot of conversations about bullshit, so the book skips over everything else. 

Well, I guess in a way we should be glad.  It could be detailing for us every moment of her day like we got in A Discovery of Witches. 

The weird thing is the shift in scenes doesn’t involve a break in the conversation.  They just carry it right along as if nothing happened.  

“I know what it’s like to lose the people you love,” he whispers, reaching across the table and placing his hand over mine, infusing me with a feeling so good, so warm, so calm, and so safe, I close my eyes and allow it. Allow myself to enjoy the peace of it

So, yeah, what part of this is supposed to convince me that this isn’t hormones?  

Haven comes up to the lunch table and tells them that Miles is off texting his internet boyfriend, “hornyyoungdingdong307,” because all gay men or just horny sex-obsessed fiends, right?  Ha, ha it’s funny, right? 

God I hate this become so much. 

Haven launches into a story about her weekend and how one of her group friends invited her last minute to go to a vampire club.  You know, one of those clubs where everyone acts like they’re really undead.  Fun stuff if you’re into it, which Haven clearly is as she gushes about how great a time she had there. 

Then Miles gets upset because the guy he was texting with sent a picture of Damen and claimed it was a selfie, and oh, Damen used to model so that’s where the picture came from and WHY DOES ANY OF THIS MATTER?

SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS GOING ON?  WHY DO WE CARE?  WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALL THIS?

THERE IS NO POINT TO ALL THIS.  NONE AT ALL.  IT’S JUST BULLSHIT WORDVOMIT THAT MADE IT ONTO A PAGE SOMEHOW.

THIS IS THE SHIT PEOPLE WRITE DURING NANOWRIMO TO PAD OUT THE WORDCOUNT. 

I don’t even know what to call this level of useless.  This is nothing.  This is less than nothing.  This is mindless drivel that should have been ruthlessly cut in the outline, never mind the first draft. 

They go to art class and Ever reveals to us that she doesn’t have to study because she can just psychic the answers out of everything except art.  I have no fucks to give, because I’m still waiting for her to do something actually useful with all those powers.  So far all she’s done is vomit exposition at us and cheat at school.  How is that supposed to be interesting?  We already have that in books; it’s called crappy writing and Mary Sue characters.  

In art class, turns out Damen is so awesome that he’s better than Picasso and even implies that he taught Picasso.  Because if you can’t come up with a personality for your romantic hero, just give him a bunch of outlandish talents instead.

“Everyone has to start somewhere,” he says, his eyes dark and smoldering, his fingers seeking the scar on my face.

The one on my forehead.

The one that’s hidden under my bangs. The one he has no way of knowing about.

The man is randomly reaching out to touch your face.  The fact that he can’t see your scar should be the least creepy part of this interaction.