I'm sorry to say it, but I don't like you enough to keep reading. I spent four nights with you. Four nights that I could have been doing something else like watching Seinfeld reruns or reading Twilight fan fiction, but I wanted to give you a chance. After reaching page 124, I just couldn't give you any more of my time. I'd been disappointed again. You're finally back home with your family and I'm not feeling the warmth you have for your sister that I thought you said you loved. The problem is this: I don't think your author really knows you. She can't explain to me why you do the things you do. From the very beginning there was this disconnect. A lack of authenticity. I first felt it when you decided to give up being a school teacher to join Colonel Wood. I wasn't set up well enough for that. I couldn't understand your decision-making for that one when I had thought you to be an intellectual school teacher. Your naivete was a bit jarring and, honestly, I never got the respect back. You left your little sister whom you said you loved and wanted to protect but you left without the approval of her or your family. What? That's not cool. So it was downhill from there. I'm sure you have a lovely story. Maybe someone else can sum it up for me in a paragraph or two.
Your typical 5'2"gal in Meridian, ID, nothin' to write home about here