I HAVE to finish a book once I start it, and this one was a real struggle. The book takes place over the course of one week, most of which is spent driving in a car during which very little conversation took place.
Lily falls in love with Sam within 3 days, though there's little more to recommend him than a great body and his timely interruption (rescue?) of a roughing up in a public bathroom, so I have no idea where the love came in. It took Sam 2 days longer than that, and she was such a begging little brat that I still have no idea why. She seemed to be the epitome of the women that Sam spent most of the past 7 years avoiding.
The characters were wholly undeveloped, there was little excitement or electricity between them, and they spent most of the book driving in a car doing very little talking to one another. When they did talk, the conversations between them were unbelievably unrealistic. I couldn't picture myself uttering half the garbage that came out of Lily's mouth. She spent half the book trying to reason, barter and beg Sam into bed with her. It was boring, and, for Lily, embarrassing.
The most enjoyment I got out of the book was a minute's thrill at the developing romance between Lily's grandmother and Sam's father. Their romance quickly became just as "blah" as Lily and Sam's.
One final note: Lily had red-hair. Sam had black hair. I have no idea who the blondes are on the cover.