I am a beast. A beast. Not quite wolf or bear, gorilla or dog, but a horrible new creature who walks upright – a creature with fangs and claws and hair springing from every pore. I am a monster.
You think I’m talking fairy tales? No way. The place is New York City. The time is now. It’s no deformity, no disease. And I’ll stay this way forever – ruined – unless I can break the spell.
Yes, the spell, the one the witch in my English class cast on me. Why did she turn me into a beast who hides by day and prowls by night? I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you how I used to be Kyle Kingsbury, the guy you wished you were, with money, perfect looks, and a perfect life. And then, I’ll tell you how I became perfectly beastly.
To be honest I didn’t really like this book. Although I love the turn-a-fairytale-modern subgenre this one just didn’t seem believable. Lindy is all talk, doing some token raging about her situation but never actually attempting to remedy any of the problems her father creates or make a better situation for herself. I get the feeling that her falling in love with Kyle is just because it’s the default, how the story should end, and not through any great motivation of her own. That’s not to punish her too much, though, because Kyle doesn’t really give her much to work with. In the end I couldn’t believe their relationship because there wasn’t enough character behind either of them for me to believe it. Plus I really couldn’t get over the fact that if Lindy had as much spunk as Kyle puts on her then she would have just called the police on him and her father.