Saturday, February 22, 2014

Reviewing: Third Degree (book)

Third Degree
By: Julie Cross

Summary

I used to be “Isabel Jenkins, child prodigy.” As lame as that sounds, at least it was an identity. But now I’m not sure what I am. I just failed the most important exam of my life—the emotional readiness test required to get into a medical residency program—and it turns out my parents can’t stand each other. Now I’m trying to figure out how to pick up the pieces of my life, and that means re-enrolling as a college freshman, but this time I’m shutting the books and majoring in being eighteen.

But so far, my roommate hates me and I’m not into the party scene. The only good thing about school has been getting to know my insanely hot RA. Marshall Collins makes me wonder about everything I missed while I was growing up too fast. Pretty soon we’re hanging out constantly, but for the first time, I find myself wanting more than a no-strings-attached physical relationship. And the lesson I really need is one Marsh definitely can’t teach me: love. Because I’m going to be alone forever if I don’t learn fast.



What I Thought!

I got this book from Net Galley in turn for an honest review.

This book was neither great or terrible. The feel throughout was pretty blah. I doubt I would read it again. Izzy's character reminded me of Sheldon/Amy from the Big Bang Theory television series. She has no social skills. She lives in a black & white world that doesn't have the want or the need for knowledge of the term "bed-side manner". I did like how Marshall made her relax, but the sudden illness just turned me for a loop. It came out of nowhere. It seems like I enjoyed the book more from the beginning then it sizzled out by the end. It's very important for me to find at least one memorable quote that speaks to my heart in the book I'm reading. That didn't happen reading the book. I wasn't attached to the characters. The story didn't pull me into their world like other books do. It was just an okay read to me.

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