Series: Mara Dyer #1
Genre: Y'know, I'm not entirely sure.
Pages: 452
Publication Date: September 27, 2011 by Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing.
Descripton: Mara Dyer doesn't think life can get any stranger than waking up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there. It can. She believes there must be more to the accident she can't remember that killed her friends and left her mysteriously unharmed. There is. She doesn't believe that after everything she's been through, she can fall in love. She's wrong.
Oh. My. Gosh.
The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer is so...creepy, but in a good way. No, scratch that. In a great way.
I loved every single moment of this book. I loved every single word, every single letter, every single comma and period. I just loved it.
Does this book have any faults? Well, I was a little confused at times, but my questions were soon answered.
Michelle Hodkins put the perfect amount of mystery and romance into this. It was intruiging. But, this book isn't all serious. Oh, no. No, no, no. It's also funny. Hilarious to be exact.
Mara Dyer, pardon my language, was kick- ass. She didn't take crap from anyone. Also, she was relatable. It was understandable why she did the things she did. I mean, she was diagnosed with PTSD for crist sake she's not gonna be the perfect character. And she wasn't. That's why I loved her.
Now don't get me started on Noah Shaw. Wow, just wow. *Sigh*
Did I mention the book ends on a cliff hanger? Yeah, so that being said, bring on the next book Hodkins!
~ Compulsive Reader (aka Jodi.)
Rating : 5 Stars
Favorite Quotes: “Why do you know the word for vagina in every language?” “Because I’m European, and therefore more cultured than you.”
“I've already learned Parseltongue. What else is there?"
"Elvish.”
“I’m sorry, is driving and talking too complicated? No problem, I’ll shut up.”
“I opened my eyes and focused on his. “I’d be happier without you,” I lied as convincingly as I could. “Too bad.” Noah’s mouth curved into the half-smile I loved and hated so much, just inches from my navel. My head was foggy. “You’re supposed to say, ‘All I want is your happiness. I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.’ “ “Sorry,” Noah said. “I’m just not that big of a person.”
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and all that jazz. Anna use to be the abstinence poster girl, but post-Shaw you could write a comic book about the many adventures of her vagina. It could wear a cape.”
“You told me I smelled - like bacon."
"Well," he said evenly. "That's awkward.”
"Well," he said evenly. "That's awkward.”
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