Check out my review of Ten Below Zero by Whitney Barbetti, and pick up your own copy!
“In here,” he said, pushing on the skin above my heart, “you’re ten below zero. And you’re closer to death than I am.”
My name is Parker. My body is marked with scars from an attack I don’t remember. I don’t want to remember. I choose to live my life by observation, not through experience. While people are laughing and kissing and connecting, I’m in the corner. Watching them live. I’m indifferent to everything, everyone. The only emotion I feel with any kind of depth is annoyance, and I feel it often.
A text message sent to the wrong number proves to be my undoing.
His name is Everett, but I call him rude. He’s pushy, he’s arrogant, he crowds my personal space, and worst of all: he makes me feel.
He chooses to wear all black, all the time, as if he’s waiting to attend a funeral. Probably because he is.
Everett is dying. And he’s spending his final days living, truly living. In doing so, he’s forcing me to feel, to heal. To come face to face with the demons I suppressed in my memory.
He hurts me, he fulfills me, he completes me. And still, he’s dying.
With all the buzz surrounding this book, I was so excited to finally dive in and see what all the fuss was about. This was my first Whitney Barbetti book, so I had absolutely no idea what to expect from this author or this book; I only knew that the majority of readers who have read it, did some good ol’ fashioned ugly crying!
I loved the premise of the book. I can’t resist a possible heartbreaker, and I love to read stories about broken characters, so it was a no brainer for me that I was going to read this book (even though it took me a good while to finally pick it up–damn you, TBR). I loved how the characters met and I was excited when the story (and their adventure) got going, but then the story kind of fell flat for me.
I was merely reading rather than feeling, and the different places they visited were glossed over so quickly I honestly didn’t see the point in the visits at all. Of course, the meaning of the visits is explained towards the end, and I did love that, but I think they should have spent more time actually doing things there.
The final chapter and the epilogue were, for me, by far the best. If the rest of the book had been more like those, this would have been a 5 or 6 star read, without a doubt. I absolutely loved those few chapters and they were filled with the emotion the rest of the book had been missing. Now don’t get me wrong, I *did* enjoy this book, and I don’t know whether it’s just because it was so hyped up by so many, but I just didn’t love it as much as everyone else seemed to.