DNF'ed. I just couldn't take it anymore. The first-person POV only made it more insufferable, because our protagonist is the very epitome of ignorant, stuck-up American touristiness and it is literally cringey to read the way she describes France. Jamie is unlikable, sullen, stuck-up, and cringily dramatic. Valentin was okay but the way Jamie constantly talks about him as a "cUtE fReNcH bOy" verges on fetishising ethnicity and I wasn't able to take him at all seriously because of it, it felt like the author was projecting her own fantasies onto him. We get it, Americans. You're obsessed with France. Please stop. Just STOP.
The writing wasnt good at all, either. My eyes hurt from rolling them so hard. We get STUNNING descriptions like "I freed my toes from their rubber prison cell. I let out a breath of relief as they expanded in the heat." and "when I woke up the next morning, the room hadn't changed at all." Talk about redundant,right? but even so,ohhh no, they couldn't leave it there - they had to add "the room seemed smaller today" NOT TWO PARAGRAPHS LATER, if you'll believe me.
Back to Jamie. She's dull and dramatic and stupid. At one point she wonders "basicness? Is that even a thing in Europe?" I actually felt my face twisting into the