And, Zeus, the loyal medium-sized dog of indeterminate breed. The only thing I loved about “The Air He Breathes” was Mr. Plus, the gossipy and malicious Stepford wives in Elizabeth’s small town were bitches of epic proportions. Oh, and then, Elizabeth’s dead husband’s best friend, Tanner, was the ultimate bad guy with an American boy-next-door/BMOC façade. She sleeps with her boss, falls in love with him, then all of a sudden, we see her knocking on Tristan’s door, asking him to give her his dog’s poop so she can set it on fire at her boss’ house, since the said boss just told her that he’s getting back with his ex-wife. For example, Elizabeth’s slutty and no-filter best friend, Faye. Plus, the characters were so cliché, it hurts to read about them. Do you know what I mean? It’s as if the author went through the first draft of her manuscript and just hacked away entire transitional scenes, just to meet a word-count goal. I already had inkling of how the main characters, Elizabeth and Tristan, were linked, in a very macabre and weird way, (read the book’s blurb here) but the way their connection was told was not in an “a-ha, omg, that was a great twist” style, it was more, like, “hahahaha, I gotcha” way. Sure, the scenes were sequential, but some of them were written as if Ms.
Cherry jumped from scene to scene as if she was running in a zigzagging pattern.
The problem, though, was the writing style. I honestly thought I was going to give my first-ever Brittainy Cherry book at least a 4-star rating.
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