I really thought I was in for a special read after skimming all the rave reviews, unfortunately I found this book a disappointment. Before I get in to the reasons, I want to say that I loved the premise and I loved the first few chapters, so I honestly gave this book a chance. Ok, so we are introduced to Sky and her adoptive parents, an intriguing back story is hinted at and she is about to start at a new school in a new country, so far so good. Sky encounters Zed - a moody looking biker that barely spares her a second glance, and she is not the smartest in the class. Those are the things I loved about the book.
The things I disliked were numerous. Maybe some spoilers ahead.
There was barely any kind of chemistry established between Sky and Zed, before or after the convenient plot device that is being soulfinders, the whole thing is used as an excuse to not make any kind of effort with their dialogue or romance. It was dull beyond comprehension whenever they chatted.
But wait good old 'soulfinder plot device' isn't finished, once it is established that whenever you meet your match, you will fall instantly in love and utterly devoted to each other, apparently it can also fix pesky personality traits.
Zed is neutered and turned in to the most generic "good guy" humanly possible. Why do writers insist on force feeding teenage girls with "insert name here" love interests? Ok, so now Zed has been made as non-threatening as the Easter bunny, let's see what happened to Sky's personality? Well in a word - nothing. She didn't have a personality, so there was really nothing to build on. All the way through this book and I am ashamed to say the sequel as well, I got the impression that the author loved writing the guy characters more than the girls. The boys were faster, stronger, smarter and the girls hung around and responded appropriately to stimulus. Maybe the author was going for the old bare bones narrator approach so maybe the reader would feel like it could be them? I don't know.
I agree with another review on here as well, that points out serious deficit in teenage shenanigans. It's a trend I have noticed with mainy American authors (although not exclusively apparently) that is so repugnant. No smoking, no drinking, no swearing, no sex, no pulse. Teenagers for the most part are not this Disney-fied ideal imagined by parents, their lives are messy and impulsive and exciting, though apparently, not in this book