simplypheyie 's review for:

Picking Daisies on Sundays by Liana Cincotti
2.0

I knew from the chapter I wasn’t going to like this, but I gave it a chance to see how it would unfold. Daisy had the self-confidence of an ant. She meets a friend who broke her heart years ago and agrees to be his pretend girlfriend? Ridiculous. She criticized herself nonstop from start to finish. The romance was kinda cute, but the storyline felt played out and their lack of communication was infuriating. She finally started to find her courage, but only in the final chapter/the epilogue and that made enduring forty chapters of that feel like too much. I only picked it up because of the cover, and unmistakably, the saying still holds: never judge a book by its cover.