Just finished reading this. I hurried through it in one evening, not because it was compelling but because I kept searching for the point of the story, I guess.
First of all, I get Holly's kindle addiction. I read nearly nonstop, firstly because I love reading, and secondly because it helps distract me from severe chronic back pain.
This story touches on ideas about addiction, fantasies, jealousy, envy, losing/gaining/giving control, and probably a few other themes. Writing about reading does not make sense to me, outside of an English class. Writing about a fictional English class makes less sense. Is she trying to give us a lesson about literature appreciation, or the hazards of losing ourselves inside our kindles?
The name dropping was cute, as soon as I knew to whom she was referring. I've read many of the same books as Holly has, some I've been meaning to read, some I've never heard of, and I never intend to read Shades of Grey. She jumps into these well-known characters, throws quotes around, and wrongly assumes that every reader gets it. Even the characters I know so well come out flat, like it's my job to fill them in from my own memory of their story. While I may be able to be to do that with Twilight characters, since I read them four times so far, I shouldn't have to. It's lazy writing.
Somehow, there is a love story there, I think. And magic, in the "real world."
Ugh. I gave this three stars. I downloaded it for free, because it had a four star rating.
Will I recommend this book? No. I'm going to forget I ever read it.