This book was a DNF–candidate if I ever saw one.
I was all set for a tearjerker (parents die, three grieving kids, and an unwilling gay brother stepping in), but all I got was a cheap attention getter. Besides the abysmal writing, the stilted dialogue, cardboard characters and no attention to detail (wow – what a list), what threw me completely was how the author depicted a grieving family. Jessica’s review
says it best:
One of my biggest complaints with this story is the fact that the parents died and it felt like not one of the brothers grieved. I've been fortunate enough not to lose my parents, but if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't be laughing, joking and living life like they were never the biggest factors in it, especially right after it happened. They “moved on” so fast I got whiplash. I know everyone grieves differently, but I don’t think it was addressed correctly.
I can see why the author would call his writing style “dialogue and stage directions.” That’s no excuse though.