The Art of Being Friends

I read this in two days, but I easily could've finished it in one. It was a book that instantly drew me in and then left me hanging with a you've-got-to-be-joking-the-next-book-better-be-available expression on my face.

Ravenlee Wilowwynter is that girl that I would immediately befriend and reach out to because I know she needs a friend who would love her unconditionally. I loved her sarcasm and dry humor. I absolutely love her name and the way Hunter described it's meaning. My heart went out to Raven because of everything she went through (and we don't even know everything yet) and everything she has to go through. Her uncle is... a jerk. I'd say a lot worse but I'm not supposed to curse so... but he's a real horrific jerk. Her aunt is... annoying. I'd probably react the same way Raven did to her. Dixie May, Raven's cousin, is a real spoiled brat. I immediately disliked her, like within two sentences of Raven talking about her.

Hunter Hathingford and his friends Jax and Zay (talk about those names! Genius Jessica, I love ‘em) are the type of boys I'd want to know and help. Their families... sounds real... again, no cursing but seriously anyone who's read this book probably knows what I want to say about the families in this book. They really suck. The kids go through so much... crap. The way Raven's uncle treated her, he literally cut her! He cut words into her skin! What kind of a sick psycho is this “sheriff”? He's such a... jerk (you know what I really, really, really want to say).

I am really curious to see what this series will hold for me and I can't wait to get my hands on the next book, and the next, and the next, and... all of them, I want all of them.