Capri:
Before we start, I’ll warn you all that there will be spoilers in our chat ahead, so if you haven’t readEscaping the Lighthouse, we suggest tuning out of this episode until you have!
Teagan:
Or maybe you should save yourself the headache and disappointment bytaking it off your shelves and tossing it into a blazing fire instead.
Lexi:
Teagan! You can’t just tell our listeners to go around burning books!
Teagan:
Trust me, guys, you’ll want to burn this one.
Capri:
Clearly, our girl Teagan has some serious complaints about this book. Would you like to fill us all in?
Lexi:
*scoffs*
Teagan:
The entire book was just ridiculous! It’s like Pierce was obligated to give up another book, but that doesn’t mean Pierce gave us a good book! First off, how, as a woman, do you let yourself get lured to an island in the middle of nowhere with a group consisting of ONLY MEN? MEN!
Lexi:
I don’t know, but that soundslike a grand ol’ time.
Capri:
Down, Lex. Keep the daydreaming in your pants—please and thanks.
Teagan:
Anyways, the whole premise of this story is just so unrealistic. There’s no way a woman would let herself get put into a situation where she has to rely on four strange men to save her. A real final girl would find a way to save herself—no man required. Instead, our FMC lusts after the hot guy who becomes the villain! It’s by far the stupidest book Pierce has given us. And you all know I live and breathe for Pierce’s novels. This one just fell flat. So I say again to our listeners, go ahead and toss your copy into a fire and save yourselves from this epically bad novel. If I could give negative stars, I would.
Capri:
Well then, don’t sugarcoat it, T.
Lexi:
It’s not like Pierce would waste crucial writing time by listening to our silly podcast. Don’t get me wrong, that was pretty harsh. But I do like it when Teagan shows us her teeth.
Teagan:
Okay, okay. I’ll play nice. I just really hated that book.
Chapter seven
I’m an idiot through and through. But hell if I’m not a stubborn idiot. I promised Josh I would be better about putting him and his needs first. Yet here I am standing in front of his house, trying to come up with a plausible reason that Scotland will be better for an anniversary trip than the cruise he and his mother have planned.
Even my subconscious knows that this is foolish because my stomach has been twisting itself into knots since Capri dropped this life-changing bomb on us. How can I live with myself if I give in to his wants over something like this? How do I make him understand that even though it’s a trip with my friends, I’m notchoosingmy friends over him?
This time I’m putting myself first. I’m choosing me.
