5 Words: Creepy, mysterious, ghost, Paris, friendship.
I have to be totally honest - this isn't the best book in the world. In fact, I probably wouldn't have liked it at all if I'd read it at any other time. But right now, it was exactly
what I needed. And because I am completely
inconsistent in my ratings it gets four stars.
It's full of clichés and spoiled brats and trips around Paris and hidden histories and an evil ghost. Usually this sort of crap makes me rage. But I found that I could completely fall into this story, become completely immersed and suspend disbelief. The evil murderous ghost on top of the ever so slightly over-the-top plot probably helped a lot.
What drew me to this book was the cover and the title. I mean, look at those pretty colours and that killer title. I'm like a freaking magpie, I pick up anything pretty.
Hannah is the biggest bitch to have graced the earth and Colette is a very close second. The two of them are so shallow, so spoiled. Even now that Colette is a "poor" scholarship student she is still so up herself. But not so up herself and self important as Hannah. Jeez, that bitch deserved to be played.
I liked how Colette changed and did some much needed growing up. I even liked how terribly predictable the whole story is.
This books is as fun and fluffy and teenteenteen as it looks. Don't take it seriously and don't expect to read the best thing ever and you won't be disappointed. You might even have fun. Perfect for a rainy day when you need to rage a little to cheer yourself up.