Hurricane Kiss is a prime example of why you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. I was in the teen fiction section of Barnes and Noble and picked it up to read the summary because it looked ridiculous with the sappy romance cover and cheesy name. However, it sounded interesting so I got it. At the very end of the summer during the flood I decided it was pretty relevant and decided to just read it that night. I started reading at about ten and was nearly done by two when I made myself go to sleep.
I liked the appeal of the mysterious, broken boy and so I was immediately attached and powering through just to find out what happened to him and why he is so reclusive and temperamental. During the first part of the book I'm going to say that I was actually kind of bored but I couldn't stop myself from reading further. It was weird but I think since the chapters were really short I just kept convincing myself that I'd read one more chapter and maybe it'd pick up and the storm would make landfall. It didn't, and I read a good amount of small chapters until I got to part two when they got out of the car and ran to the school. They ran all the way from almost out of Houston back to their school! Who would do that? I can hardly run a mile! Either way, they got there and got in the school with the boy's key. How did he have a key to the school? Apparently the shady football coach gave them all keys before the boy went to juvenile detention. I was confused and intrigued because I knew that something weird went down with the boy and the football coach but I wasn't sure what and that's what the author did really well. She made us wait and the revealing of the secret was timed perfectly. It turned out that the football coach was twisted and way too involved in a high school team and the boy lost an essential year of his life to juvenile detention because of a game. In the end the secrets were revealed and all was made right which was pretty predictable but I do love a good, simple book every now and then.
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