Chris, the Dalek King's Reviews > Rescue Me

Grrr...this book was so damn aggravating.

Matt is a prick. Before he crashed his car, after he crashed his, doesn't matter. He uses his words to hurt everyone he cares about, not that he'll admit to caring about anyone, and when he is not using his words to belittle and destroy everyone around him, he is using his fists. His anger management issues have anger management issues.

And James, dear lord, have some self respect, man. The man you claim to love abuses you verbally, on an almost daily basis, is prone to lashing out with his fists, and has absolutely no qualms about fucking you and then basically telling you that you are nothing more than a whore to him. This is not a relationship you want to be in. I don't care how good a lay he is.

But that isn't even the worst part...the worst part is this book kept me freaking hoping that they were going to change, that I would see some fucking character growth out of someone, but when it happens, it is like Matt got a freaking brain transplant or something. He went from a self loathing bastard to cooing over James in like half a second. Matt has been beating up on himself and everyone around him for 85% of the book, and then all of a sudden his whole personality just shifts. If it had been gradual, it would have seemed more real, but it was like out of no where he had no problem declaring his love, driving his car, or kissing a man in public. If felt like we skipped a whole section of the story. And that was the section that had kept me reading through pages of hate and vitriol. I needed that section. I demand that section! (insert highly pissed off sound here)

Probably wasn't a good idea to write this review when I am still shaking from the ending of this book, but the words had to be said and it was either this or yell at the cat. And the cat rules my life so I can't really afford to offend her.

James should have moved to New York, taken back up with David and then Matt should have checked himself into some type of mental hospital till he can get his brain to not be so damn prickish.

(This review brought to you by Smirnoff Ice. Because sometimes rage comes in a bottle and tastes like raspberries.)