Good Morning, Flowers.And welcome to my review.
He 's a maaaaaniac, maaaaniac!* dramatic pause* Let me star by saying that I am quite possibly the biggest crime show freak to ever exist in his world.
For starters, I blame Summer 's immature personality and idiotic thought process to be of blame for the* majority* of my distaste towards this book.
I say* majority*, because while Summer played a big role, Lewis was basically a 12-year-old girl and Clover (* cackle cackle cackle*) was less of a, and I quote, " psychotic freak ", and ore of a mommy 's boy in need of a hug.But first, I shoul like to discuss everyone 's favorite blue eyed blond haired brainless British broad- Summer.
If onl for your limited vocabulary, embarrassingly childish thought process, awkward dialogue in what might have been " terrifying " situations, and overall personality, maybe we ould have gotten along.
crying over Lewis4.
crying over being named a flower ( god, does n't he know she has allergies!!!!!) 5.
Oh Clover/Colin, you hav the biggest disgrace of a psychopath I have ever had the displeasure of knowing.
1st off, let me ay that his " reason " for being the murderer/rapist/flower enthusiast he is could quite possibly be the most cliche story I have ever encountered in my entire reading life.
Also- every time he said " Good vening, Flowers " I facepalmed so hard and laughed so loud I 'm dam sure my neighbors heard me.
* deep breath* Next up! Summer 's girlfriend- crap, sorry, boyfriend- Lewis.
I think Summer 's abduction was the one thrilling thing that has happened to Lewis in a very very very long time.
Snore.He cursed too much, he whined too much, and thi nly hing that weirded me out more than Clover 's conversation with his flowers during meal times, was Lewis and Summer 's dialogue during sex.
No. Lewis was a pansy ( lol flower puns) and he is the reason I think boys are weird.
I found myself laughing where I probably woul have been crying ( when Summer finally bitch slapped Clover in the beginnin) and the only explanatio I enjoyed reading a ook as the belief that I find to mock it when I 'm done.
I alread ca n't g over the whole flower-renaming scheme.
Good Morning, Flowers.* sashays aways*