Cassidy Haines remembers her first kiss vividly. It was on the old covered bridge the summer before her freshman year with her boyfriend of three years, Ethan Keys. But her last kiss – the one she shared with someone at her seventeenth birthday party the night she died – is a blur. Cassidy is trapped in the living world, not only mourning the loss of her human body, but left with the grim suspicion that her untimely death wasn’t a suicide as everyone assumes. She can’t remember anything from the weeks leading up to her birthday and she’s worried that she may have betrayed her boyfriend.
If Cassidy is to uncover the truth about that fateful night and make amends with the only boy she’ll ever love, she must face her past and all the decisions she made – good and bad – that led to her last kiss.
Bethany Neal’s suspenseful debut novel is about the power of first love and the haunting lies that threaten to tear it apart.
First Sentence: “How old were you when you had yours?”
I have never DNF’d a book for a longest time, probably for more than five months, which is why I’m really sad to say that I DNF’d My Last Kiss once I’ve read only a measly 98 pages. Believe me, I wanted to stop reading altogether after forty pages or so. To make things worse, I’ve been looking forward to reading My Last Kiss ever since I first saw its gorgeous cover, so I’m really disappointed that I couldn’t even finish reading the book.
Suddenly it dawns on me: No one can hear me. Or see me. (ARC 12)
After reading the first twenty pages of My Last Kiss, I was already tempted to DNF it. Nothing in the book called to me or drew me in. Usually, with mystery novels, I immediately start investigating and planning and guessing what had happened to the victim and who the murderer was, if there was any, right from the very beginning of the book. My Last Kiss, however, didn’t get that reaction out of me. Instead, I was reading My Last Kiss and constantly feeling bored, which is definitely something a novel focused on a what events caused me to die? mystery shouldn’t do.
“Why are you here?” he whispers.
“I don’t know.” I look away from him because he deserves a better answer than that, but I don’t have it. “Do you know” – my voice wavers – “what happened to me?” (ARC 59)
Honestly, I could have finished My Last Kiss by speed reading through it, but I had the feeling that nothing else in the story would change or interest me. There was simply nothing that convinced me to read on. To make matters even worse, I could easily move on from the book without knowing what had happened to Cassidy, which is not a good sign.
It’s such a shame that I couldn’t finish this one, especially since it has a gorgeous cover. Even though I DNF’d the book, thank you so much Stephanie for letting me borrow it!