Ah, as the series drags on, it tries to be as enthralling as the first two books, but fails. Don’t get me wrong, I love these books. But three hundred pages documenting one week?

Jess is writing, writing, writing to come to a decision on what the next step should be with her relationship with Marcus, who is a 23-year-old college freshman. It’s just as snarky as ever, making note of everything minuscule thing that happens while she’s living in a condo with her best friend and working a fake-ish editing job.

Full review at Crooked Prose.