Cadence lived a charmed life.  She was a Sinclair…blond, beautiful, and rich.  But two years ago, an accident happened.  Oh the migraines.  Damn the amnesia.  A charmed life now drowning in tragedy. But what happened?  

Wait.  I’m not supposed to be snarky and brash in my reviews.  Oh but I just couldn’t enjoy this book about a bunch of pretentious, wealthy white people  overwrought with greed and racism.  Uncovering the secret of the tragedy (which I had partially figured out) just wasn’t enough to overcome the disaster of the immense greed of aunts fighting about which one gets the bigger mansion on the private island.  (insert MAJOR eyeroll)  And even if I could overcome the pretense, our main character, Cadence, was waylaid in drama and self-pity.  Nope.  It just didn’t work for me.    

This book could’ve been a necessary political message on classism and racism.  The author had an opportunity to give a true critique on greed, wealth distribution, and white privilege.  Instead she settled for a “be a little kinder” theme in the end.   A complete missed opportunity.

And then
There’s the writing
Style
You’ve likely
Already heard.
It’s abysmal.   
Is it symbolic of youth?  
Coming of age?
Maybe
How poorly executed
Do young people
Only think
In bits and pieces
Choppy thoughts
Nope 
Not engaging. Not workable.  

Ultimately, when Cadence’s dad left at the beginning of the book, signaling he could no longer be a part of the Sinclairs, it should’ve been a huge clue to readers as well.