Miles and Miles of You

That was bad. It started cute with her quitting, but where was the promised groveling? Because he apologized, made a deal with her, and that was it until the very end. Are you kidding me? If you promise a grovel, I expect a grovel during the entire book, not during the maybe 3 chapters in the entire book. A grovel is a grovel and it takes time.

Also, the book was badly written. What the hell does the sentence “Lucy narrows her eyes and her pupils grow wide” even mean? You do realize it's physically impossible, right? And it wasn't the only time I was shaking my head at the stupidity I read.

The entire love confession at the end was making me cringe because all throughout the scene all I could think of was: They are live on Instagram. It's not cute or whimsy or nice. It's awkward and humiliating, honestly. Just full stop. And the poor guy standing next to them - just no.

And WHAT THE FUCK WAS WITH THAT PROPOSAL AT THE END? Really? He proposes via COMPUTER?? The dude literally said he couldn't log in and when she clicked recover password the marriage proposal was there?? And when she types yes that was the answer?? Are you kidding me?? Who finds that cute or romantic?? Absolutely not.

The ONLY good thing about this book and the only reason I even gave it 2 stars instead of 1 is the loveliest description of brown eyes I've ever seen. THAT was hot. THAT was romantic. THAT was wholesome. Not cringy hashtags Lucy used to describe herself or the way she got sick and he rubbed her back because what was even the point? It didn't lead anywhere, it didn't give him the realization that he wanted to take care of her for the rest of his life, or that he would choose to be there with her even while she was sick. There was none of that. And it was only one scene that didn't really move the plot forward.

Honestly, the only good thing was this:

“I'm not finished.” I press a finger to her lips. I won't sit here and listen to her talk about herself in such disparaging terms. Not when I see her so completely. This trip has been a pain in the ass in more ways than I can count, but it's opened my eyes to the incredible woman before me. “Your eyes are brown but not the same rich espresso shade as your hair. They're a deep umber that grows darker, almost black, when you're angry, and when they catch the light, they soften, revealing a warmth few possess.” Her breath hitches, but she remains silent. “The most fascinating thing I've noticed is that when you're excited or making a snarky comeback to put me in my place, your eyes sparkle, lighting up your entire face. Like they're doing at this very moment.”

Lets romanticize brown eyes!