I started reading Malibu Rising last summer when I picked it up from the airport on my way to Tenerife. It felt like was the perfect read for my beach vacation.

Truth be told I was not into it, I felt the premise interesting but the delivery felt boring. I put it aside with about 200 pages to go.

Who knew that a summer later I couldn’t get enough of it. It felt like the perfect book and I felt sad for finishing it.

Indeed Taylor J. Reid never disappoints although I was afraid at first that Malibu Rising wasn’t for me.

This is another proof that books also have their right timing to be read, it doesn’t mean they are bad. You just need to give it another chance