I read this book and it was fantastic and I couldn't put it down. But the last page, the last lines of this wonderful book, boiled everything down to a romance. It ended the whole story on this sugary line and left a horrible taste in my mouth.
I hate romance. I hate what romance is supposed to look like, according to movies and pop songs and books, apparently. I hate that no matter what adventures this book holds, it all comes down to finding a man. There is so much more. My own adventures have certainly been about more. And all that, in the book I just finished? Yes, I saw it coming and yes, I think it was nice, before the ending. But the book would have held up just as well if no man came along and completed her life.