Maybe I've had high expectations and this is always a problem when said expectations aren't matched, so I take the blame for not enjoying this book as much as the other two in the series. It's not that I didn't liked, because I did. But reading this right after Lola and The Boy Next Door was the problem, because that book is great and this one is just nice.

The writing was just as good and the previous books, and there's no denying that I love Perkins's style and her characters, but something about Isla and Josh and their story didn't clicked for me. And it is not that their story is just rushed, because honestly the only reason why we don't feel this way about the other two couples is because they had someone in the middle of their relationship. Josh and Isla were single and free to be together, it would be weird if they weren't together for whatever reasons (that later came, but it would be nonsense to have issues right from the start), so, no it wasn't that rushed in my opinion. And everything was fine until I realised the problem, the protagonist. I couldn't relate, and this is very personal. And I understand why a lot of girls would relate to her, I'm glad that I don't though. It's not that I'm dripping confidence, but I have a view of romantic relationships that Isla clearly doesn't share. Which, hey, that's okay. But that made me unable to support Isla every time she was bitching and crying over Josh's ex-girlfriend, for example.

Storywise I think this could have been less dramatic. And I missed that family and friends thing going on in the other books. Here is just Isla and Josh most of the time, and when there was family or friends involved, it was a little dramatic too. I missed some other stuff.