Hmmmm... I have mixed feelings concerning this book. I really liked the premise and the set up. I liked that the Beast was a bastard, and I liked that Frankie had a backbone. The mafia parts seemed well done to me. The writing was good. The story was good. The characters on their own were well fleshed out. This is soo close to being a really good book. However, the pacing is pretty erratic. It starts out pretty great, then it gets really repetitive, the end goes by in a blur. I guess the author was trying to really show how f*cked up their relationship was, but it fell a little short for me. The Beast was a bastard to her, but he was the same kind of bastard to her for about 75% of the book. His feelings for her stayed the same and hers for him stayed the same for most of the book until the last 15% or so when suddenly they both simultaneously realized they loved each other. I get it was a hate story, but I got whiplash from how fast we went from hate to love, and how or why did ...
Being a stay at home mom is a mess of contradictions. It is liberating yet, it feels suffocating at times. I long for the days when I problems solved with a team at work, yet I don't want to go back. I don't want to be tied to deadlines and what someone else deems important, yet I know I have the same thing here at home as well. I don't want to miss a thing in my kids' lives, yet I am dreading going on the field trip, and being trapped all day with over a hundred second graders. I sometimes feel guilty that my husband battles a long commute and works all day, yet I also resent his off time on the weekends when he gets up, runs, watches football or does whatever he wants while my "job" continues, 7 days a week. I feel guilty for being mad about it because I know I have stolen moments throughout the day here and there to do what I want to do, yet it is nothing like a day off with someone else taking care of everything that usually falls on me. I feel...