Have you ever read a book that managed to creep you out so much that you ended up getting this uncomfortable metallic tinge in your throat every time you think of it? Well, probably not – but that’s what Black Ice does to me.
Britt Pheiffer has been planning to backpack the Teton Range during the spring break, with her best friend Korbie. Everything seems great until a hailstorm drives them off the road, and they’re forced to go looking for shelter at an abandoned cabin, which is when they meet two men – one that saved Britt from total humiliation in front of her ex just that morning, and another that seems extremely unwelcoming. Not that they know it but this is about to be the worst spring break.
I’m never blunt about liking a book, or not liking it for that matter – because books and reading is always subjective – but Black Ice has left this huge block in my head. For starters, our brilliant best friends in the book? So NOT best friends. They’re those fake friends, using each other to get guys; using each other and resenting each other and not even bothering to try anymore because they’re way past that point. The kidnappers? They had no clue as to what they were doing. Reed and Britt had absolutely no chemistry. Also how do you forgive someone after all that stuff that they did to you and to other people?
Let’s not forget about Britt’s ex-boyfriend who just happens to be Korbie’s brother, Calvin. His character simply frustrated me. All in all, Black Ice is not something I would recommend.
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