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A review by sheilabookworm3369
The Girl In Times Square by Paullina Simons
4.0
Paullina Simons writes strong characters. She doesn’t leave herself much choice. With the suffering she heaps on them, they have to be strong to live through some 600 pages of fictional life. What keeps me coming back to her stories though, are those very same characters. She writes them so true to life that they rattle around in my head every time I put the book down. Irritating, really, when you set a book down, but it won’t leave your head.
Case in point, The Girl in Time Square. I was almost 150 pages in, when I realized this story had the potential to be seriously heartbreaking. I set it aside, thinking I’d pick it up again when I had something funny to read along side it. A few days later, I’m cooking dinner, haven’t found that lighthearted book, and the cop, O’Malley (Paullina writes some of the best cops) is back in my head. Nooo! So I pick up where I left off and read until I have to put it down again. This goes on for days and days, until I get a little over half way through the book. By then it’s too late. I’m in, and can’t put it down until I know what happened / happens.
There are books in this world that are meant to be loved, and there are some that can’t help but be loathed. This has some of both. I don’t know whether to hug it, or throw it across the room. It won’t matter which I choose; neither is going to get the characters out of my head any time soon.
Case in point, The Girl in Time Square. I was almost 150 pages in, when I realized this story had the potential to be seriously heartbreaking. I set it aside, thinking I’d pick it up again when I had something funny to read along side it. A few days later, I’m cooking dinner, haven’t found that lighthearted book, and the cop, O’Malley (Paullina writes some of the best cops) is back in my head. Nooo! So I pick up where I left off and read until I have to put it down again. This goes on for days and days, until I get a little over half way through the book. By then it’s too late. I’m in, and can’t put it down until I know what happened / happens.
There are books in this world that are meant to be loved, and there are some that can’t help but be loathed. This has some of both. I don’t know whether to hug it, or throw it across the room. It won’t matter which I choose; neither is going to get the characters out of my head any time soon.